Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically-Chapter 102: The Court Officer’s Letter (7/50)
Clang!
The sword blade landed on Yang Ding’s neck.
Ding Ling did not slash further down.
Yang Ding waited for a moment, seeing that he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes at Ding Ling:
"Kill me if you want, the decision is yours!"
"I can let you live."
Ding Ling said.
Yang Ding’s eyebrows twitched, he glanced at his broken right arm, and let out a bitter laugh:
"What meaning is there in living like this?"
"Your left hand is still intact."
"What do you want from me?"
Yang Ding, knowing there’s no free lunch in this world, asked straightforwardly.
Ding Ling’s long spear trembled again, and faintly a wolf’s howl could be heard, boom!
The long spear pierced straight through a Sword Shield Soldier’s shield, stabbing through his chest!
"This, this, this..."
The Sword Shield Soldier originally wanted to rescue Yang Ding, ambushing Ding Ling, but never imagined he’d encounter such a spear attack, he died with regrets, yet recalling that world-shattering, earth-quaking, godlike spear technique, he couldn’t help but utter a murmur of astonishment, somewhat self-speaking, somewhat sighing:
"What a fine spear technique!"
To die under such a spear technique, they could rest in peace.
The light in the Sword Shield Soldier’s eyes dimmed.
And such a spear technique.
Startled some soldiers who initially wanted to ambush, causing them to retreat and shrink back.
Some clever ones, afraid of death, took the opportunity, taking off their armor, blending into the city, escaping swiftly.
"Howling Moon Spear Technique!"
Yang Ding was shocked:
"Are you of the imperial family?!"
"I’m not."
"You’re not of the imperial family yet you’ve trained the Howling Moon Spear Technique to mastery? How’s that possible?!"
Yang Ding didn’t believe it.
Ding Ling didn’t explain further, simply said:
"If you teach me your Yang Family Spear Technique, I can spare your life."
"Absolutely impossible!"
Yang Ding answered firmly, resolutely:
"The family tradition supreme skill cannot be passed on! Or else how could I face my parents and elders? Even in the underworld, I wouldn’t have the face or qualification to meet the ancestors!"
"But you might die."
"Even if I escape this calamity, I won’t live long."
Yang Ding seemed to have accepted his fate, smiling calmly, looking towards the northwest:
"It’s just a pity I didn’t die in my homeland."
Thunk!
He suddenly turned his head and collided with Ding Ling’s sword.
Ding Ling was caught off guard, only managing to slightly step back, but it was already too late.
The Shuoyue Sword was incredibly sharp.
Yang Ding thrust himself unexpectedly and forcefully, and the blade sliced across his neck.
His neck snapped, with blood gushing out, he looked at Ding Ling as if wanting to say something, but after a few blood bubbles gurgled from his mouth, his head drooped lifelessly.
"General!"
A soldier mournfully charged at Ding Ling:
"I’ll fight you to the death!"
Clang!
Ding Ling’s long spear trembled, spear flowers blossomed, and more than ten charging soldiers quickly fell in pools of blood.
"Alas."
For the first time, Ding Ling felt no joy in killing the enemy.
He sighed.
Glanced at the long spear in his hand, casually tossed it, and the spear planted straight beside Yang Ding.
Let this Yang Family Spear accompany Yang Ding.
Ding Ling held the Shuoyue Sword, activated the Breathing Technique, a sharp aura of the Sword God shot straight into the sky, making people dare not look directly, dare not approach.
Yang Ding may have won the hearts of people.
But once the soldiers truly willing to die for him were slain.
The rest scattered in all directions;
Or cowered and hid on the side, not daring to approach Ding Ling at all.
Ding Ling didn’t intend to kill these soldiers, he just descended from the tower, opened the city gate.
Tap tap tap!
Zhao Yun rode in.
Behind him followed a few fine horses.
Ding Ling leapt onto a horse, preparing to ride away.
Suddenly remembered something, he went back to the city wall, pulled out the halberd, then went to the tower, and rummaged through Yang Ding’s body to find a letter.
The letter was already stained with blood.
Only some words could be faintly seen.
But the seal at the end was so bright and glaring.
"Court Officer!"
Ding Ling crumpled the letter.
Looked towards Luoyang:
"Is it that rascal Duanmu Qing? To think he’s behind this, plotting against me. Haha."
He laughed coldly:
"If I encounter him in the future, I must kill him every time. I won’t rest until I’ve killed Duanmu Qing to level 0. How can I vent this anger in my heart!"
Originally with Dong Huang by his side.
This dispute wouldn’t have happened!
Yang Ding was prepared to open the city gate.
But it’s this letter from the Court Officer that ruined everything.
At this moment.
Ding Ling had every reason to suspect, his martial arts training with Wang Yue was revealed by Duanmu Qing.
And killing Hu Zhen, toppling Hu Zhen’s Legion, he did everything so secretly, no one should have known.
Hu Feng also said it was a frame-up, looking for a scapegoat!
And the one framing him, Ding Ling initially thought was Li Meng, now it seems it had to be Duanmu Qing behind the scenes, was he the one leaking it to Li Meng, and then having Li Meng inform Hu Feng?
Whatever the truth.
Ding Ling couldn’t know.
But knowing it involves the Court Officer is enough.
And the Court Officer, if Ding Ling remembered correctly, should be that player Duanmu Qing whom he killed!
"Duanmu Qing..."
Ding Ling took a deep breath, stopped thinking about it, turned and descended the tower, heading with Zhao Yun towards the armory in Yique City.
Dong Huang, being very cautious, held his breath, riding at Ding Ling’s side.
He truly didn’t expect Ding Ling to actually succeed in training the Howling Moon Spear Technique!
’And to have reached the Transformation Realm mastery?!’
’Are you sure he didn’t study the Howling Moon Spear Technique before?’
Dong Huang was very skeptical.
Because if Ding Ling really learned it just by flipping through the Secret Manual, that would be too outrageous.
Even the unparalleled genius Lü Bu wasn’t so exaggerated!
He was so shocked, amazed, that he forgot he’d been shot.
As for Yang Ding’s death, Dong Huang felt satisfied!
Even if Ding Ling hadn’t killed Yang Ding.
Dong Huang had resolved, as long as it was safe, he would definitely kill him!
It was intolerable! To dare ignore him Dong Huang! Almost getting him shot! If he could endure this, he wouldn’t be Dong Huang!
"Why go to the armory?"
Zhao Yun asked in confusion.
"I’m looking for a bow."
Ding Ling pointed to the Five-Stone Bow on the side of the horse:
"The Five-Stone Bow is about to break."
Zhao Yun looked and found indeed, the Five-Stone Bow had cracks, thinking it would soon be unusable if used a few more times.
Dong Huang gasped, looking at Ding Ling as if seeing livestock, seeing a Celestial God!
The Five-Stone Bow!
To draw it fully, would require at least six to seven hundred pounds of force!
Such... to be on the verge of breaking.
How much power is that?!
Terrifying beyond measure!
Thinking of Ding Ling drawing the Five-Stone Bow, Dong Huang couldn’t help but grit his teeth.
Zhao Yun was also moved.
If it were him, he definitely couldn’t achieve this.
The three, with seven horses, stormed into the City Guard Office.
Several soldiers saw them and turned to run.
Thinking the battle on the city head, they must have seen it.
Not everyone is willing to risk their lives.
Most people are afraid of death.
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