PNB Chapter 223 Unbelievable
Chapter 223 Unbelievable
The two continued to fight, and for a time they were evenly matched, with the former even gaining a slight advantage.
"Oh!"
Just then, Yang Ling seized the opportunity and struck Ying Sha in the shoulder with a spear.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones cracking rang out as Shadow Killer's left arm dislocated, causing him to stagger back several steps and nearly fall.
Yang Ling pressed his advantage and attacked Shadow Assassin once again.
Seeing this, Ying Sha hurriedly retreated, increasing the distance between himself and Yang Ling.
Although he was slightly injured, it was not fatal, but he worried that if the fight continued, he might really not escape death today.
"Trying to leave? Not so easy!" Yang Ling snorted coldly, pushed off the ground with his toes, and flew into the air, then pounced down on Ying Sha from above.
"Oh!"
Yang Ling flew to the top of Ying Sha's head and swept his leg down.
Shadow Killer's expression was solemn as he held his sword horizontally in front of him, attempting to block Yang Ling's attack.
"clang!"
Yang Ling kicked the longsword, the powerful force causing it to break free from Ying Sha's control.
Yang Ling used the momentum to leap into the air, then swooped down and punched Ying Sha in the chest.
"puff!"
Shadow Killer spat out a mouthful of blood, was sent flying, and crashed to the ground.
Yang Ling looked at Ying Sha coldly and said indifferently, "Now, do you still want to kill me?"
“You…” Ying Sha stood up with difficulty, looking at Yang Ling speechless.
"Get lost!" Yang Ling snorted coldly, her tone icy.
"Whoosh!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Sha's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty before he finally turned and quickly left.
Only after Ying Sha had gone far away did Yang Ling relax and catch his breath.
"This person's strength is unfathomable. I must improve my strength quickly, otherwise I will fall into his hands sooner or later," Yang Ling thought to himself.
Yang Ling shook his head, temporarily putting Ying Sha out of his mind, and turned to walk towards the inn.
As soon as Yang Ling entered the inn, she saw a familiar face.
"It's you? What are you doing here?" Yang Ling looked at the other person in surprise.
"Why can't I be here?" The man glanced at Yang Ling slightly, his tone full of dissatisfaction, as if Yang Ling had stolen his beloved toy.
"Hehe, since you're here, you should know why I'm here, right?" Yang Ling said.
“I know! You came here seeking refuge.” The man said calmly, “Unfortunately, Tianyang City is no one’s territory, and you won’t be staying here for long.”
"Oh? So you're saying you're not willing to help me?" Yang Ling looked at the man and said with a half-smile.
“If you can offer something worth a million gold coins, perhaps I’ll consider it,” the man said.
“One million gold coins is too much. I don’t have that much money on me right now. Why don’t you owe me some? I’ll send it to you as soon as I earn the money,” Yang Ling said.
"Heh, what do you think?" the man said disdainfully. "If you could produce a million gold coins, you would have run away long ago. Why would you come looking for me?"
"Uh... well, I really am short of money, so I shamelessly came here. I hope you can do me a favor. After all, we used to be friends," Yang Ling said.
"Haha... friend?" The man laughed mockingly.
"What are you laughing at?" Yang Ling asked, frowning.
"I laugh at your narcissism," the man mocked. "Why don't you look in the mirror and see what kind of person you are? A poor wretch like you doesn't deserve to be my friend!"
"Me, a poor wretch?" Yang Ling chuckled, then looked at the man with disdain and said, "You should worry about yourself first."
"Kid, don't be so arrogant!" The man stared coldly at Yang Ling, his eyes flashing with fierce killing intent. He had already decided to kill Yang Ling, otherwise, Yang Ling would definitely not let it go.
"So what if I'm arrogant?" Yang Ling said unhappily.
"Boy, I'm going to kill you!" the man roared, his killing intent surging, and the sword in his hand transformed into a cold light as he slashed towards Yang Ling.
Upon seeing this, Yang Ling's expression turned solemn, and his killing intent surged wildly within him. He had originally not wanted to get too involved in these matters.
"Ding!"
The weapons clashed, sparks flying.
Yang Ling involuntarily staggered back several steps before regaining her balance.
On the other hand, the man took five or six steps back before he could barely regain his balance.
"How can this guy be so powerful?" The man's eyes showed surprise.
With that move, the man could have gained an overwhelming advantage, but the outcome was quite the opposite.
Yang Ling was merely repelled, while the man was repelled.
"Looks like I can't let you live." The man took a deep breath, then stomped his right foot on the ground and charged out like a cheetah, delivering a chop to Yang Ling's neck.
"call out!"
Yang Ling flipped his hand, gripped the spear, and then threw it with force.
"Pfft!"
The spear pierced the man's chest and then plunged into the floor.
"How is this possible?" The man's eyes widened, filled with utter disbelief.
Yang Ling looked at the man and said coldly, "With your pathetic strength, you think you can kill me? You're dreaming!"
"Pfft!"
The man lay on his back on the ground, lifeless, his fate unknown.
Yang Ling put away his spear and turned back into the room.
The next morning, there was a knock on the door.
Yang Ling opened her eyes and opened the door.
"Young master, I'll take you to a restaurant for dinner," said the maid Xiaolian with a sweet smile.
"Okay." Yang Ling nodded, then followed the maid Xiao Lian to the restaurant.
"Miss, you've arrived!" The shopkeeper greeted the maid Xiaolian with a smile.
"Yes, my companion and I would like a private room," said the maid, Xiaolian.
"Yes!" The shopkeeper nodded, then led Yang Ling and the others to a private room on the second floor.
The private room was luxuriously and elegantly decorated, with tables and chairs made of carefully selected sandalwood that emitted a faint fragrance.
In the center of the room, there is a landscape painting scroll, the scene of which is extremely freehand, showing the extraordinary skill of the painter.
"Please have a seat, young master," the innkeeper said with a smile, then handed the menu to Yang Ling and asked, "What would you like to order, young master?"
Yang Ling glanced at the menu casually, pointed to one of the dishes, and said, "This one, with extra chili."
"Yes!" the shopkeeper replied respectfully, then turned and walked out.
A moment later, the dishes were served.
"Please enjoy your meal, sir," the innkeeper said with a smile, then closed the door.
Yang Ling tried the dishes and nodded in satisfaction, saying, "Not bad, the taste is quite authentic."
"I'm glad you like it, young master," said the maid, Xiaolian.
"Thank you," Yang Ling said.
After finishing her meal, Yang Ling paid the bill and left the restaurant.
After leaving the restaurant, Yang Ling looked up at the azure sky and exhaled a breath of stale air.
"What a pleasant day," Yang Ling remarked, then stepped out of the inn and headed towards the outside of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.