"Sorry about this, colleague."
The mont he finished speaking, Xing stomped his foot hard. The floor of the Sword Hall buckled as he lunged forward.
He was unnaturally fast, closing the distance between them in an instant and appearing right in front of Su Xing. This speed was far greater than that of the Corpse Assistant Priest from before.
SWISH!
A pitch-black blade, wreathed in Sequence energy, thrust forward.
Su Xing, his focus absolute, had anticipated the attack. The Black Sword in his hand moved instantly to block, flicking the assailant’s blade away.
CLANG!
Sparks scattered.
Su Xing narrowed his eyes, his gaze locking onto the sword in Xing’s hand.
Normally, an ordinary practice sword from the Sword Hall would have shattered upon contact with his Black Sword. Yet, the sword in Xing’s hand was perfectly intact. It pulsed with a faint green glow, forcing Su Xing to marvel inwardly.
’Such high-quality Sequence energy.’
Xing was dressed in black and wielded a Sword Hall training sword. Though his skin was corpse-pale, it was smooth and unblemished. His long hair cascaded down, obscuring his lifeless eyes.
He retreated a few steps.
The tip of his sword tapped lightly on the ground.
The faint green Sequence energy seed to spread out, surging over the surface of his body and gradually enveloping him. A gloomy green light began to shine from his eyes.
HUMMM...
The sound of Xing raising his sword again was like a horn blast announcing the start of the duel.
He attacked again. His whole body transford into a streak of green light, hurtling toward Su Xing. As if he had shattered the air itself, a colorless ring of atmosphere rippled outward from where he started.
Su Xing held his sword in one hand, its edge glinting with a white light. This light, this White Edge, was brighter and sharper than it had been before his upgrade. It seed the slightest effort would cause it to rip through the air with a hum.
Seeing Xing’s charge, Su Xing planted his feet, remaining motionless, ready to et the attack head-on.
Xing had always been suprely confident in his Swordsmanship. A wild smile touched his lips. In his mind, if he went all out, Su Xing would fall in just a few exchanges.
However, the reality was far beyond his expectations. Su Xing’s sword style was heavy and overwhelming; a single one of his blocks could nullify the montum of five or six of Xing’s own strikes.
Though his own sword strikes were as fast and dense as a rainstorm, he found himself helpless against Su Xing’s overwhelming power.
CLING! CLANG! The sounds of tal clashing blurred together. A few seconds later, Xing abruptly retreated, but Su Xing’s legs remained planted like the roots of an old tree, unmoving. A bead of cold sweat trickled down Xing’s forehead.
In this brief sword duel, Xing could feel that dense cracks had already appeared all over his body, a few of which were so deep that bone was visible.
If not for his undead body, he would have already lost, if not died. He knew this sword duel was lost. He couldn’t help but gasp for air as he muttered,
"If I could, I really wouldn’t want to kill you."
"Unfortunately... a fight is never just about swords. Now, allow to show a Tier Three like you what a Tier Four can really do."
Their brief exchange had allowed Xing to keenly perceive Su Xing’s true level: Tier Three. To him, that was nothing more than a slightly bigger bug.
The mont he spoke, the green glow around Xing intensified. A foul stench rolled off him in waves, and the light blue plastic mat at his feet began to rot, bubbling and dissolving with a sickening gurgle.
Su Xing watched this, sighed, and said,
"Another one of these damn persistent Sequences."
"I just killed one, and another one shows up. You bastard, you really have a death wish!"
The battle with the Corpse Assistant Priest flashed through Su Xing’s mind, and his brow furrowed. Tens of thousands of white threads suddenly converged at his side, gradually forming into eight long, white swords.
The eight swords hovered at his side, emitting sharp currents of air that made Su Xing, standing at their center, look like a Sword God descended from the heavens.
Feeling these currents of power, Xing—who had just unleashed the full might of his Sequence—instinctively took a step back, a look of panic on his face.
’Fuck, how can this mystery expert be this strong?!’
’He’s clearly only Tier Three...!’
Xing roared internally, staring in disbelief at the sword-wreathed Su Xing. But he knew there was no retreat. Bracing himself with desperate resolve, he charged.
Su Xing watched with cold eyes, then waved his right hand.
SWISH!
The eight long swords slashed out at once.
Xing felt the world before him freeze. The next instant, the swords were already behind him. At the sa ti, his body was covered in a web of fine cracks.
"He’s... just... a..."
Xing spoke, word by painful word. Before he could finish, his entire body shattered into neat chunks of flesh that scattered across the floor. Blackish-red blood erupted like a fountain, its corrosive touch eating pits of all sizes into the Sword Hall floor.
Learning from his previous experience, Su Xing didn’t recall his swords. With another wave of his right hand, the eight blades descended again, dicing the chunks of flesh into a fine paste.
After confirming he was thoroughly dead,
Su Xing finally stopped.
The eight long swords dissolved into a sky full of white motes that drifted down into the Sword Hall, like snow, like light.
"Sigh. If you had just stuck to a proper sword duel, you might have lived a little longer."
Su Xing glanced at the pile of at paste that was once Xing and sighed softly.
’It had been a long ti since anyone had sparred with him, not since the Sword Hall’s head had fired the other instructors. When Xing suddenly challenged him to a duel, Su Xing had actually found it rather interesting.’
’Too bad...’
’When Xing realized he couldn’t win with Swordsmanship and decided to use his Sequence, I had no choice but to return the favor with an ultimate move of my own.’ Su Xing relaxed his right hand, and the Black Sword dissolved into motes of light. He then glanced at the pockmarked floor of the Sword Hall, shook his head, and muttered,
"Looks like I’ll have to get the master to fix this again."
At that mont, Su Yu, who had been hiding in his room the whole ti, finally poked his head out. He looked at the wreckage in the training hall and asked cautiously,
"What... what happened here...?"
"I just broke through to Tier Three and wasn’t paying attention to anything outside. Did the Spiritual Sect attack?"
Su Xing knew what a breakthrough felt like; even if Su Yu had known what was going on, he wouldn’t have been able to intervene. Besides, his little brother staying hidden was the smartest thing to do. Su Xing waved his hand dismissively and said,
"Close enough. It was soone from the Spiritual Sect."
"Your organization’s people will probably be here soon. You can deal with them for ."
After saying that, Su Xing left the Sword Hall, leaving Su Yu standing alone in the training hall.
Su Yu took a few steps over to what was left of Xing’s body. He could feel the dense Sequence energy still lingering on the remains, as well as the traces of his older brother’s attack.
The energy signatures of both were far beyond his own. The excitent he’d just felt from breaking through to Tier Three instantly vanished. He sighed.
"Tier Three... seems like it’s not nearly enough."
...
Dense Forest.
Liu Chang rained punch after punch on Tian’s body, cursing with every blow. It wasn’t until he had beaten Tian into a pulp that he found he could finally pinpoint locations outside the dense forest.
"Fuck! What the hell is this thing? It won’t die without a heart, it won’t die without a head... you have to beat it into a paste to kill it. How disgusting!"
Liu Chang spat, glanced at the remains in irritation, and quickly raised his right hand to snap his fingers.
Before he disappeared, Liu Chang kept muttering,
"Little Su Yu, you better pull through. Don’t you dare die on ."
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