SWORD OF THE DEMON WOLF

Fighting Yung Yin

The twenty-year-old youth smiled broadly upon seeing the arrival of his master as well as his adoptive grandfather.

Meanwhile, Yung Yin, who had no idea about Zhang Wei’s true identity, sneered.

“Don’t joke with me, old man! Look at your frail body—you can barely carry yourself, and you dare say you’ll fight me?” she mocked.

Zhang Wei merely smiled at Yung Yin’s insult. The old man then approached Xiao Chen and said,

“Do you want to silence that filthy mouth of hers?”

Xiao Chen furrowed his brows.

“How can I possibly do that when my body is poisoned like this, Grandfather?”

“That’s nothing but a low-grade poison, Xiao Chen. The same kind of poison that snake woman uses. You won’t die from such a pathetic toxin,” Zhang Wei replied, then placed his hand on his disciple’s shoulder.

In less than three seconds, a thin, blackish smoke seeped out from the back of the old man’s hand.

“I’ve drawn the poison out and given you the antidote. Now you can fight her without fear of her venom.”

“That’s it?” Xiao Chen couldn’t believe the poison in his body had been neutralized so quickly.

Li Lan and Martha, disciples of Yung Yin, were equally shocked. They began to compare their master’s strength to that of the old man, realizing he was far beyond her.

Yung Yin herself knew very well that Liu Yang’s poison had truly been removed from the young man’s body, yet she did her best to suppress her shock, not wanting her fear to show.

Deep inside, the snake-staff-wielding woman knew she was no match for the old man. To cure poison with just a touch—he was no ordinary person. Even she needed a long process to purge toxins from her body.

“Grandfather, take these two girls away! I’ll teach this snake woman a lesson!” Xiao Chen said with full confidence.

“Don’t kill her right away. Let her first taste the humiliation of being defeated by a youth,” Zhang Wei replied with a soft chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Grandfather. I know what to do.” Xiao Chen smiled, his sharp gaze fixed on Yung Yin.

“Come on, let’s go,” Zhang Wei said as he led Li Lan and Martha toward the place where Benggala was sleeping.

“Now, snake woman, let’s fight! I can’t wait to shatter your bones!” Xiao Chen challenged after Zhang Wei walked away with Li Lan and Martha.

“I’ll fight you if you promise not to involve that old man!” Yung Yin retorted. She knew she had no chance of survival against Zhang Wei, but against the young man, she still had hope.

“Hehehe… You’re in no position to bargain here, wrinkled hag! Are you afraid of my master? Weren’t you mocking him earlier? Why so frightened now?” Xiao Chen taunted.

“Enough talk, boy! If you accept my condition, I’ll fight you. If not, I’ll leave this place!” Yung Yin snapped.

“Hehehe… Fine then. I alone am enough to shut your big mouth. There’s no need for my master to act!”

Yung Yin’s energy surged out from every pore of her body. Her snake-headed staff trembled violently as her aura grew stronger.

“You’ve underestimated me, boy! I’ll show you that I’m not someone you can handle!”

“Hehehe… That’s just your wishful thinking, Yung Yin. I never underestimate my opponents. I simply know I can kill you,” Xiao Chen grinned.

“That alone means you underestimate me, you wretch!” Yung Yin’s voice rose sharply. The veins in her wrinkled neck bulged, showing how much force she put into her words.

With a single stomp of her right foot, the old woman’s body shot toward Xiao Chen, the snake-headed tip of her staff leading the charge.

The air roared as Yung Yin’s figure cut through the wind. Her fierce strike whistled, its sharp sound pressing on the ears.

Xiao Chen remained vigilant, never taking his eyes off her movements.

He knew well that the old woman’s strength could not be underestimated. Every missed strike whistled so strongly that it revealed the immense inner force behind it.

He managed to evade more than a dozen slashes and thrusts with ease. However, as time passed, Yung Yin’s movements grew faster and faster. Finally, Xiao Chen drew his sword to parry her powerful blows. He knew it was impossible to fight her barehanded and only dodge.

Yung Yin leapt back several steps after her attack was parried. She could feel the powerful energy radiating from the blade in Xiao Chen’s hand, cloaked in a pulsating black aura.

A deep frown formed on her wrinkled forehead. At the same time, her desire for that sword burned even stronger.

“Remember your oath as a warrior—if you lose, you must surrender that sword to me!”

Xiao Chen only smiled at her words. He knew all too well that dark sect warriors rarely kept their promises. Yet he himself had no intention of breaking his word. From childhood, his parents had taught him that a promise was sacred—an oath must always be honored.

“Stop talking, snake woman! Save your words for the Underworld God when I send your soul there!” Xiao Chen mocked.

Yung Yin’s fury flared beyond her limits. The insults from the boy before her had drawn out her greatest rage. Yet even so, she dared not act recklessly. She admitted that in terms of strength, her weapon was no match for the black-bladed sword in his hands.

But her lust for that sword was overwhelming. She had to find a way to claim it and take it far away from here.

The snake-woman warrior twirled her staff repeatedly, releasing thick black mist that gradually grew denser, until it formed into a massive serpent swirling above her head.

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes at the black serpent and steadied his stance, focusing on every move Yung Yin made. From what he had learned from Zhang Wei, he knew the black mist carried deadly poison. He had to defeat her quickly before the venomous aura could harm him.

In the blink of an eye, the two warriors—opposite in both path and gender—lunged forward at the same time. Yung Yin leapt high, gracefully spinning her staff twice before unleashing a fierce strike aimed at Xiao Chen’s head.