Chapter 132: Impossible-grade Mission (5)

Powerless and with a grim acceptance of his situation, Lu Zhen couldn't muster the strength to escape the impending danger.

"However, this much force shouldn't be able to crack my skull. At most, I'll get a few scratches. But this is still a gamble. After all, the katana's material and quality depend on it. After I return, I must become a second-stage martial artist," Lu Zhen's mind raced with calculations, almost instantly assessing the strength of the katana's swing and the angle of the impending attack.

With the katana's edge barely 5 cm from Lu Zhen's skull, someone suddenly intervened. A powerful punch instantly separated the man's hand from his skeletal body, leaving the katana suspended in the detached hand before it clattered to the ground with a resonating clang.

Thud!

The katana fell to the ground. The man was stunned as his eyes widened in disbelief.

"How dare you try to kill my son?" The cold voice of the woman who had previously haunted his nightmares resonated in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Goodbye," Lu Ying coldly said, anger simmering from the depths of her heart. She casually punched, sending Xia Di's skull flying. But she didn't stop there. Wearing thorny gloves, she used her fists to entirely destroy Xia Di's skeletal body, reducing him entirely to bone manure that would enrich mother nature herself.

"Sigh, after all you've been through and the maturity you've shown, I didn't expect to find you in this condition, my dear son," she remarked, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions, with the tenderness of a mother's love shining through.

Removing her gloves, she helped Lu Zhen to his feet. "Look at you in your sorry state. You have to be more careful, my son," Lu Ying chided gently, her arms wrapped tightly around him in a loving embrace.

Although Lu Zhen was a little stunned, he sank into his mother's embrace. It wasn't a horny hug but instead a mother's pure love embrace, which made Lu Zhen forget all his worries.

A small tear escaped her eyes as she regretted her decision to give Lu Zhen a cultivation technique; however, it was only for a split second. At least Lu Zhen, no matter how spoiled, was safe, but now he almost died from her perspective, which made her terrified.

"You are..." Recognition dawned in his eyes, and they narrowed to slits as he immediately vanished from his position, fleeing and abandoning Xia Jing.

"Did you think you could easily run away?" Suddenly, a bow materialized in Lu Ying's hands, appearing out of thin air, resembling the one that Lu Zhen had previously received.

Lu Ying pulled the strings of the bow, and, as if by magic, an arrow formed where she tugged.

The arrow was entirely black and seemed to be made of pure energy.

Swish!

Lu Ying released the arrow, and it shot forth at an astonishing speed, nearly disappearing into the shadows as it pierced the air.

The arrow homed in on Xia Ku, and no matter how he twisted and turned, it unerringly found its mark, piercing him directly in the heart.

However, Xia Ku's feet didn't stop as he sprinted even faster, escaping into the distance.

"Sigh," Lu Ying sighed as she looked around, realising that Xia Jing had also managed to escape while she was focused on Xia Ku.

"Let's go now, son. Killing second-stage Martial artists who want to escape with their lives is still difficult for me." However, Lu Ying had a small smirk on her face, an amused glint in her eyes, as she looked in the direction where Xia Ku had fled.

"Alright, Mother," Lu Zhen said, his wounds having already stopped bleeding. While the cuts remained, they were rapidly healing, as if they had never existed in the first place, and even his severed vertebrae had healed with just a moment of rest.

Lu Zhen had learned one thing from this fight: "adaptability" skill was useless in such terrifyingly quick fights that took moments to be done unless his skills level up more and becomes better in the future.