Alam Mandala
Tension

Liang Ting’er's eyes are more luminous and the blue color of his eyes is harder. Seeing Bing Jiazhi move faster, Liang Ting’er focused all his thoughts on Bing Jiazhi's movements. In accordance with what he saw, the young man had the ability to predict opponents as well as what he had now. Merely, it was the ability without Mandala energy that made it unique.

Liang Ting’er then raised his sword high. The sword glowed white and was extremely glittering as the daylight of the sun shone on it, which even the glare of it was hard to make Zhizhu see the sword. In daylight like this, the sword is like a blinding lamp.

Raising a few hands to look at the sword, Zhizhu muttered, “What is he going to do this time? This woman is one of the honorable and powerful people I have never seen. Very interesting if some of his abilities in the show at the moment.”

Zhizhu then turned her head down, which was where her sword was there.

A sword that had a dark wooden sheath and there were some peach carvings. He pulled her a little and shook his head. “even my sword glare cannot be compared with that woman's sword.”

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The wind blew even firmer from behind Liang Ting’er which made her long black hair move irregularly and covered part of her face that had shrunk due to age, but the face was still beautiful and graceful.

He then looked towards Bing Jiazhi with a sharp gaze that was even sharper than the sword itself. He then closed his eyes and at the same time appeared in the sky blocking the sunlight. Liang Ting’er remained with his cold and sharp face. However, the sword in his hand had turned into thousands of needles behind him and was twirling about.

Meanwhile, Bing Jiazhi stopped when he saw Liang Ting’er in the sky with thousands of needles. Just like before, his face was still calm and looked unafraid of what the woman was about to do.

Liang Ting’er pointed his finger and the thousands of needles then charged towards Bing Jiazhi.

The expressionless Bing jiazhi started to swing his sword to break all those attacks. Due to the countless numbers, Bing Jiazhi's hand speed was extremely invisible.

The clanking sounds of needles rang out loud around Bing Jiazhi and several times Bing Jiazhi frowned as the needles managed to hit his body.

Not for a moment, finally all the needles managed to land either on the ground and were broken by Bing jiazhi's sword. Some also hit his body.

Liang Ting’er did not feel proud of his achievement, instead he was surprised. Some of the movements made by the needles, most Bing Jiazhi are able to follow it, which means the ability to follow and predict Bing Jiazhi is amazing.

“Young man, you are really talented. I'll come back for you.”

A vortex appeared behind Liang Ting’er and he entered into it.

Bing Jiazhi remained silent looking at him. If he noticed, a slightly agonized expression appeared on his calm face.

Surely, it was none other than a few needles piercing through his body and it had to be removed if he didn't want to get infected.

Zhizhu then jumped closer to him. “Bing's sister, you lost.”

Bing Jiazhi stuffed the sword back into the sheath that was on his back while saying, “From the start, this fight does look clear who will win.”

“If you let me come then we can definitely beat him.”

“Senior Brother Zhizhu, strength might be able to rival him, but experience, we won't be able to rival him. If he's willing to kill us both, he might easily do it.”

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When they returned, the soldiers were still on guard there and nothing seemed to have happened.

The soldiers saluted, while Bing Jiazhi and Zhizhu walked over without replying. But, then Bing Jiazhi suddenly came to a halt and his face looked extremely solemn with both eyebrows slightly raised.

“akh!!”

It was not his voice, but the soldier who was saluting bounced and fell on the ground very loudly.

Zhizhu who had previously seen Bing Jiazhi was speechless, so understood what had happened. The two of them then looked at the soldier. They clearly saw the soldier bouncing, but now he was seen squirming with both hands limp. Both of his eyes were closed and, there was a long sword piercing his head with its tip dripping a single drop of blood. The sword pierced through the soldier's head and left the other soldiers dumbfounded.

Then, slowly the blood came out of his body for no apparent reason.

They then raised their heads and looked at the figure that did so.

“It wasn't me who did it brothers.”

A young man with a slightly slender body leaned over a tree branch and crossed both hands behind his head. He looked very relaxed and as if he was unaware of something that had happened before.

Meanwhile, beside him a woman dressed in gray sat down. In his hand was a pot and a cup. While pouring it, he spoke to the young man, “My husband, you don't have to care about them.”

The woman then held out the cup that had been filled.

After taking it, the man said calmly as he shook the small cup in his hand, “If they don't look at me like that, I won't care about it.”

The man then gulped it down. His gaze then became louder and his eyes narrowed at Bing Jiazhi. “I'm nauseous with their gazes. Especially that young man.”

He then threw away the cup and jumped down with the woman beside him.

Although there were some soldiers standing guard, none of them dared to act before the man. And the soldiers showed fear as the two men plunged to the ground. They all gulped.

Bing Jiazhi to date did not speak a word. The pain in the needle prick made him speechless to endure the pain.

Meanwhile, Zhizhu drew her sword slowly then pointed at the two people with her sword. “We believe you didn't do it, but we're sure your hand did it sir. I don't know if your hand got out of control to throw that Sword.”

The man then frowned and laughed. “What joke have you told young lady? My hand out of control?” He then shook his head. “ This hand of mine won't get out of control, it just does what it's obligatory to do. Now, these two hands are dying to kill you both. It's not my fault, but it's your fault that has made this hand move.”

The woman next to him took off the skewer of konde on his braid, then the white hair plunged freely. The petite woman looked even more sinister than before. “ I'm Han chi, want to fight with you Beautiful Miss. I want to test whether with this hairpick can puncture the beautiful skin of a woman like you and make it destroyed in addition to decorating the hair that becomes the crown of a girl.”

Zhizhu then drew his sword. He then touched the tip of the sword while looking at his short hair in the reflection of the sword. “This sword is very shiny, very dear if it will touch dirty blood. But, once in a while it's okay to do so, after all, all swords won't always get clean blood.