From Sword to Slaughter: Evolution

"Be careful, don't provoke that woman."

As Lin Luoluo left the area first, the martial artists behind her began whispering amongst themselves.

The power Lin Luoluo had unleashed earlier was simply overwhelming. She could control it so precisely—that was the most terrifying part.

Lin Luoluo returned directly to her residence. By now, it was evening, and the path she was walking along had grown darker.

"Stop!"

Just as Lin Luoluo was about to enter the alley, a voice suddenly rang out.

Several martial artists were already standing in front of her! Leading them was none other than the man whose thumb Lin Luoluo had severed earlier that day.

Seeing this, Lin Luoluo frowned slightly. She had already taught him a lesson, and he should have known he was no match for her. Yet he still dared to come back?

Looking closer, she noticed that his thumb had been stitched back together with special thread and coated with a unique medicinal liquid.

"This fantasy world's ability to reattach limbs is even better than the hospitals on my planet," Lin Luoluo couldn't help but think to herself.

"Tian Yong, is this the masked girl you were talking about?" one of the two martial artists next to him asked.

"Yes, it's her," Tian Yong, the man whose thumb had been cut off, replied darkly, his gaze fixed on Lin Luoluo.

The fact that Lin Luoluo had severed his thumb before he could even react was proof of her strength. But now, he had brought along two ninth-rank martial artists!

"To deal with you, sending two ninth-rank martial artists should be more than enough," Tian Yong sneered as he stared at Lin Luoluo. "Kill her, and I'll give you both a ninth-rank martial technique."

Tian Yong's eyes were filled with hatred. Today had been nothing short of humiliating for him. To have his thumb cut off by a masked woman, in front of so many eighth-rank martial artists—he couldn't bear it.

"A ninth-rank martial technique?" Lin Luoluo's expression shifted slightly at his words.

A ninth-rank martial technique, second only to a Saint-level technique, was the strongest of its kind below that level.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of her for you," said the two ninth-rank martial artists standing beside Tian Yong, their gazes locking onto Lin Luoluo.

In the next moment, they both charged at her with astonishing speed!

One wielded a battle axe, while the other carried a war blade. Both weapons seemed to be made of special materials, glinting ominously in the dim light.

As they attacked, Lin Luoluo made no effort to dodge. Instead, she drew her sword in an instant!

Clang—

Her sword flashed with cold light as it met the incoming weapons.

Clang! Clang!

The weapons of the two attackers collided with Lin Luoluo's Soul Severing sword, sending shockwaves through the air. The two men were forced back several steps.

"Impossible!"

Both men's eyes widened in disbelief. In the instant their weapons collided, they had felt an overwhelming force surge through them.

Lin Luoluo hadn't even moved from her spot.

That sword...!?

Suddenly, Tian Yong sensed a terrifying aura emanating from Lin Luoluo's blade. Looking closely, it was obvious—the killing intent was pouring out from the sword in her hand!

But it wasn't just the sword. Lin Luoluo herself seemed to be radiating an eerie, monstrous energy that made his scalp tingle and his spine shiver.

"Two ninth-rank martial artists? Perfect, more evolution points for me," Lin Luoluo thought coldly as she eyed the two men.

With Lin Luoluo's strength now at mid-eighth rank, the power she unleashed while holding her sword had grown even more formidable!

"Interesting," said the martial artist wielding the war blade, his expression turning serious. "This woman... she isn't an eighth-rank martial artist. She's ninth-rank."

"Ninth rank..." Tian Yong trembled slightly. He hadn't expected that the woman in front of him was actually a ninth-rank martial artist!

"Don't worry, the two of us together will still kill her," the man with the battle axe said coldly.

As soon as the words left his mouth, his source energy surged into his battle axe.

Boom—

In an instant, the axe began to radiate immense power, glowing blood red.

It looked terrifying!

[Eighth-Rank Martial Technique: Blood Red Rupture Strike!]

With both hands gripping the battle axe, the man swung it down in a mighty arc!

Boom—

A massive wave of blood-red energy erupted from the axe, surging toward Lin Luoluo with terrifying force. The ground cracked under the immense pressure, creating a deep trench.

Whoosh—

But just as the energy was about to hit Lin Luoluo, her figure disappeared from the spot!

Where did she go!?

The man wielding the battle axe widened his eyes in disbelief.

"I'm watching you!"

The other man, wielding the war blade, appeared on the other side, swinging his blade towards Lin Luoluo's new position.

Clang—

Lin Luoluo blocked the strike with Soul Severing, holding her ground effortlessly. The man, on the other hand, was knocked back by the sheer force of her defense.

In that instant, Lin Luoluo launched a counterattack with Soul Severing!

[Phantom Dance]!

With source energy pouring into Soul Severing, Lin Luoluo activated one of its special techniques. Her body blurred, splitting into dozens of afterimages.

Countless flashes of sword light danced before the ninth-rank martial artist's eyes!

"Damn it!" The man's eyes widened in terror as he realized just how fast Lin Luoluo was moving—far too fast for him to keep up.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

He desperately tried to block her attacks with his war blade, but Lin Luoluo's strikes were relentless.

In no time, his body was riddled with bloody holes!

Even though he was wearing high-grade armor, it was no match for Soul Severing, which pierced through it as if it were paper.

As Lin Luoluo thrust her sword towards his chest, the other ninth-rank martial artist, wielding the battle axe, charged toward her from behind!

With both hands on his axe, he leapt into the air, aiming to cleave Lin Luoluo in half from above!

Clang—