SWORD OF THE DEMON WOLF

Battle Between Poison Users

Liu Yang snorted. What Yung Yin had said was nothing short of an insult to him.

“Brother, step aside. Let me handle this serpent woman!” Lu Lian declared with strong conviction.

“Are you sure?” Liu Yang looked worried that his wife would have to fight Yung Yin.

“Don’t worry, Brother. Nothing will happen to me. If you also wish to fight, then take on her three disciples instead!” Lu Lian replied, casting her gaze toward Yung Yin’s three students.

Liu Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled. “They’re all quite beautiful. It would be a shame to kill them. I’ll just scar their faces so they’ll live in unbearable shame!”

Sekar, Martha, and the other girl snorted after hearing the man’s threat. They exchanged glances and nodded together.

On the other side, Yung Yin burst into loud laughter at Lu Lian’s courage to challenge her to a one-on-one fight.

“It will be easier for me to kill you, Lu Lian! Back then, I forgave you because we were both from the dark sect, but I will not repeat that mistake. Today is the last day you’ll breathe fresh air!”

With that, Yung Yin walked away toward a more spacious area to fight.

Unwilling to let her rival’s words go unanswered, Liu Yang’s wife hurriedly followed.

Meanwhile, Xiao Chen urged Benggala to step back a little. He had no intention of leaving the place just yet. He wanted to witness this battle between members of the dark sect—he believed there was much he could learn from it.

Besides, he also needed to meditate to recover his nearly depleted inner strength.

About forty meters away from the original spot, Lu Lian and Yung Yin now stood face to face. Their eyes locked sharply—especially Lu Lian’s, filled with the desire to avenge her past defeat.

Lu Lian took the initiative to strike first. She unleashed a long-range poisonous attack toward Yung Yin. The attack took the form of golden petals made of a metallic substance.

But instead of dodging, Yung Yin allowed the petals to pierce her skin without resistance.

Lu Lian was shocked. The frown on her face showed her disbelief in what she had just seen.

“Impossible! Why didn’t my attack have any effect on her?” she muttered softly.

“Why so surprised, Lu Lian? Did you really think your precious petals would affect me? Have you forgotten that poisonous weapons only work against those who are not poison users themselves?” Yung Yin mocked while playing with the dark green cloth tied around her waist.

Lu Lian took a slight step back as Yung Yin advanced two steps forward. She realized she might have made a mistake in daring to face the woman known as the Heavenly Serpent of Poison.

But it was too late. Retreating was never an option—especially in a duel against a fellow dark sect warrior.

Meanwhile, Liu Yang was already surrounded by Yung Yin’s three disciples. Though more experienced, he could not easily overcome the three young women, who were still relatively new to the martial world.

Their combined attacks were still manageable for him, but they had the advantage of positioning, constantly pressing him down.

Even so, Liu Yang continued to smile despite being cornered. Whatever plan he had in mind remained unclear, but the three young women kept attacking relentlessly, caring little about what might happen next.

“Martha, Xie Lan, Heavenly Poison Spiral Formation!” shouted Sekar, taking command. Though the newest among Yung Yin’s disciples, the thick-browed, faint-mustached girl quickly won her master’s favor with her intelligence.

The three girls moved swiftly, circling around Liu Yang. At the same time, they scattered black powder laced with poison.

Gradually, the black powder spun along with their movements, forming a vortex of poison.

Liu Yang was fully aware of the toxic nature of the powder, yet he deliberately allowed it to envelop him, as he had a plan that would soon turn the tide and defeat the three girls at once.

From a distance, Xiao Chen kept his focus on the battle between the three disciples and Liu Yang. The duel between Yung Yin and Lu Lian had already lost its appeal.

From his observation, the woman wielding the snake-headed staff already held a decisive advantage, pressing her opponent hard. If Lu Lian could not turn the tables soon, death was only a matter of time.

Meanwhile, Benggala seemed uninterested in the ongoing battle. The wolf chose instead to nap, knowing his duty was over now that Xiao Chen had finished meditating to restore his inner strength.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes—he sensed something unusual within the swirling black vortex. His instincts warned him that the three girls were in grave danger.

His heart urged him to rush to their aid, but his mind resisted. After all, the girls were disciples of the snake-staff woman who intended to seize his sword.

And indeed, the black vortex abruptly dispersed, scattered away by the wind. At the same time, the three girls were thrown back by the pressure unleashed by Liu Yang.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen leaped from the rock he was sitting on and darted forward to help. In that moment, he no longer considered them enemies—because clearly, they needed his help.

Sekar struggled to stand, pressing her chest with her palm as she gasped for breath.

Martha, too, had been thrown against a tree. Fortunately, she had managed to use her inner strength to shield herself from more severe injuries. The pale-skinned, long-haired girl winced in pain as she forced herself to rise.

The worst fate befell the third girl. She lost her life when her body crashed into a massive boulder, shattering it and being buried beneath its weight.

Xiao Chen went to Sekar first. He helped the sweet-faced girl to her feet.

“How are you?”

“I can still endure,” she answered, staring intently at Xiao Chen’s face. Her heart pounded wildly when their eyes met.

The handsome young man gave her a gentle smile, then turned to glance at Martha, who was about fifteen meters away.

“Go help your friend over there. I’ll handle him.”

Sekar nodded, puzzled. Why would this young man help them, when their master clearly harbored ill intentions toward him?

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Notice: Sekar and Martha do not use Chinese names because they both come from the island of Java.