Chapter 2474

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The battle in front of them was still going on. The old man was very strong, but in the end, he was no match for the combined forces of the miners.

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The battlefield slowly moved into the distance. The old man was secretly creating an opportunity for Zi Chen to escape.

But if Zi Chen ran, the old man's life would be in danger.

Zi Chen would not run, and he could not run. He could not implicate the old man, who had treated him well.

The cloth in his hand had been untied, revealing the black scabbard. He grabbed the scabbard with his left hand and stood up again. He looked out of the cave with a cold gaze.

The miners fighting were all Saint Kings. They could even be said to be Saint Kings with Saint-level bodies.

Their bodies were very tough. It was difficult to hurt each other with pickaxes.

Every time the old man knocked them down, they could stand up again and charge at him with vigor.

The old man had used up too much of his strength. His steps were no longer vigorous, and his reaction speed had decreased.

During this time, he was hit by Ulu and the others. He was at a complete disadvantage. Soon, he would be defeated and his life would be in danger.

Zi Chen turned around, took out the Sacred Black Crystal from the bamboo basket, and threw it out of the cave. He stood beside the cave and said to the people fighting in the distance, "If you want the Sacred Black Crystal, come and get it!"

As he spoke, Zi Chen walked out of the cave. His left hand held the scabbard on his back.

These people were fighting with the old man for the Sacred Black Crystal. Now that they saw this little guy take the initiative to throw it out, their eyes flashed with greed.

"Get lost!"

Ulu saw Zi Chen walk to the Sacred Black Crystal. His greedy eyes flashed with a cold light.

He gave up on the old man and roared at Zi Chen angrily, then rushed over here.

He held the pickaxe tightly in his hand, and the veins on his arm bulged. After quickly arriving in front of Zi Chen, he raised the pickaxe high and smashed it at Zi Chen.

Although the old man intended to intercept the others, there were still a few who managed to get past him and head towards Zi Chen. They were only slightly slower than Wu Lu.

Looking at this powerful strike, Zi Chen's expression didn't change at all. His right foot moved a step to the right, and the left hand behind his back and the scabbard appeared in front of him.

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His body leaned to the right, and his right hand landed on the hilt of his sword. The pickaxe in Wu Lu's hand brushed past the corner of Zi Chen's clothes and smashed down.

Swoosh!

His left arm, which had been slightly shaken, did not move at all. Zi Chen exerted force with his right hand and pulled out his saber from its sheath.

Here, energy couldn't be used, and Zi Chen couldn't display his stunning Knife Drawing Technique.

However, he could still exert strength, so his action of pulling out the saber was still very elegant.

When the saber was unsheathed, black light flickered on the broken saber. Without the saber glow, the power of the Knife Drawing Technique was completely negligible.

However, Zi Chen was not simply unsheathing his saber. While he was unsheathing his saber, he continued to exert force in his right arm. The black broken saber slashed diagonally upwards. It was as if it could lift the sky. It extended from Wu Lu's left abdomen to his right shoulder.

Wu Lu's clothes, which were also patched up, were instantly torn apart by the saber. The defense around his body, which was so strong that even the pickaxe couldn't break through, was instantly cut open by the broken saber.

This saber move was an advanced version of the Knife Drawing Technique. It was somewhat similar to the essence of the Knife Drawing Technique that Zi Chen had comprehended. However, it was much more powerful than the original Knife Drawing Technique.

This was because this was the Knife Drawing Technique that was recorded in the Ninth Heaven Saber Art. This saber move was an attack with no return.

The broken saber in his hand was no longer sheathed in an instant like before. Instead, it was pointing diagonally at the sky, flowing with black light.

Wu Lu's attack missed. His body froze on the spot as he stared blankly at the wound on his body. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

The little guy, who he had never taken seriously, had actually taken out a weapon and broken through his defense so easily.

One had to know that even that old man hadn't been able to get a weapon all these years.

He had once had the opportunity to get a weapon, but he had chosen the stone house because he didn't need a weapon. He wouldn't fight here either.

However, today, when he saw the long wound on his body, regret appeared in his heart for the first time.

However, what made him regret even more was the black blood that flowed out of the wound. His body couldn't help but sway, and he felt dizzy.

"You, you …"

He looked at Zi Chen in disbelief. At that moment, his expression was filled with shock and deep fear.

With the scabbard in his left hand and the broken saber in his right, Zi Chen no longer paid attention to Wu Lu. Instead, he took a step to the side and went around him. The broken saber in his hand didn't return to the scabbard. Instead, he slashed forward.

In front of him, the second person who appeared was Parry. When he saw the broken saber in Zi Chen's hand, he was obviously shocked. At the same time, he changed the direction of his attack to a block.

In this world, a weapon was a very high level item. Compared to the lowest level of pickaxes, it was much more advanced.

Swoosh!

As the broken saber slashed down, there seemed to be a faint flash of black light. The pickaxe in Parry's hand immediately split into two. At the same time, the broken saber slashed down, cutting the space between his eyebrows and falling down from his face.

Parry's movement froze. Zi Chen's face was expressionless. His body, together with the broken saber, turned in a circle at the same time. The broken saber and his body drew an arc in the air.

Within the arc, Zi Chen dodged De La's attack. Following that, the broken saber chopped off the other party's arm that was holding the pickaxe.

With a scream, De La held the severed arm with one hand, allowing the blood to gush out as he retreated in horror.

This scene happened almost instantaneously. Before the others could react, Zi Chen had already taken three steps forward, leaving Ulu and Parry behind.

His eyes stared indifferently at De La. The latter was terrified and kept retreating.

As for the others who had reacted, they had already stopped in their tracks. They looked at Zi Chen in horror, who had a cold expression on his face.

Not far ahead, the others who were fighting with the old man also stopped and looked over in shock.

The little guy that they had not taken seriously at first had defeated three of them in an instant.

The old man was also shocked. He knew that Zi Chen had been carrying something wrapped in cloth all day, but he did not know what it was.

He did not expect it to be a broken saber that had been baptized by the rules of this place. Its quality was extraordinary.

After glancing at these people indifferently, Zi Chen turned around with the saber in his hand. He walked past Parry and came to stand behind De La.

At this moment, De La's body was suffused with a black light. The poison that had been smeared on the blade had begun to invade his heart meridians.

He trembled as he took out a porcelain bottle from his chest. He poured out the only elixir from it and was about to put it into his mouth.

As long as he took the elixir in time, his life would be saved.

As for the wound on his body, it was not a fatal injury. With his strong physical body, he could completely recover.

However, before he could put the elixir into his mouth, he heard a cold voice behind him. "This elixir is useless to you. Don't waste it!"

De La was heavily poisoned and his movements were slow. He did not know what was happening behind him, but he knew that this was something very bad. It could even endanger his life.

He did not know what was happening behind him, but the others behind him saw it clearly.

They saw Zi Chen raise the broken saber that had not yet been sheathed and slash at De La's neck without hesitation. It was as easy and casual as cutting melons and grass.

"Puff!"

With a soft sound, De La's head flew up. Blood spurted from the headless body.

The broken saber was sheathed in an instant. Zi Chen took a step forward and snatched the broken saber that was about to spurt blood. His figure quickly moved away.

Two drops of blood stained his patched robes, corroding two small holes in them.

The entire mine was dead silent. Only the sound of blood spurting could be heard.

De La had become a headless corpse. Parry stood there motionless. The visible skin on his body had turned pitch-black.

After about three breaths, his body fell backward.

Three people, two dead.

In addition to the poison, Parry's fatal wound was the scar that ran from his forehead to his cheek.

De La, who had fallen backward, was still alive. However, he had lost an arm. Moreover, the poison had begun to invade his body. His skin was faintly pitch-black.

"Poison, his saber is poisoned!" He shouted in horror. However, his eyes looked around with a pleading look.

He wouldn't die even if he lost an arm. As long as the poison was detoxified, his life wouldn't be in danger.

However, at this moment, the people who had fought side by side with him all subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Regardless of whether these people had an antidote, even if they did, they would save it for their own survival. Who would be willing to give it to someone else?

Zi Chen grabbed the scabbard and looked indifferently at De La. He had an antidote in his hand, but De La clearly didn't have the guts to ask for it.

The old man was astonished by Zi Chen's combat strength. Although he hadn't seen it before, he could guess the movements of Zi Chen's attacks and the changes in his footwork based on the traces left behind on the battlefield.

It had to be said that this person had a very good grasp of combat. He was also very skilled in controlling his strength.

If one were to treat such a person as a newcomer to this place, that would simply be courting death.

"Save me, old man, save me. I don't want the Sacred Black Crystal anymore. From now on, everything I have is yours. My life is also yours!"

De La, who had been poisoned, didn't want to die. When he saw the old man, he immediately knelt down and begged as if he had grasped at a life-saving straw.

The old man stood where he was. The pickaxe in his hand was mottled with blood. He looked coldly at De La, who was begging for mercy, without saying a word.

He wasn't a miner. He was a Saint King, an existence who killed decisively.

Although the years of being a miner had wiped out his spirit completely, today, his blood had been completely stimulated, and the coldness that belonged to the bottom of his heart was also revealed.

Being kind to one's enemy was being cruel to oneself.

De La collapsed in fear. Even when he died, no one came to his rescue. Perhaps it was because they didn't want to or because they didn't dare.

The first three people to attack Zi Chen died just like that. However, the others were still alive. When Zi Chen's cold eyes landed on them, their hearts trembled. They were terrified.