Swordsmanship Coach: Kill with One Slash

Chapter 136: Chapter 118: Prelude to Slaughter

Once cast, the curse takes effect immediately. The longer it remains active, the more frequent the hallucinations become, and both their duration and intensity will escalate.

If one cannot find a way to break the illusion, no matter how powerful they are, they will eventually succumb to the endless cycle of hallucinations and be tortured to death. Such things have happened before.

The special organizations had some understanding of this Sequence and possessed several potential solutions, but the other methods were all difficult to execute.

Only one plan was easy to implement: kill the possessor of the Curse Armor Sequence. Doing so would allow the victim to regain their senses.

Kill the possessor of the Curse Armor,

Easier said than done.

They tend to hide themselves exceptionally well and are incredibly powerful, making them anything but an easy kill. An ordinary person would have no choice but to resort to other, more troublesome methods with only a chance of dispelling the hallucinations.

But Su Xing was completely different.

He was immensely powerful, and his perception was freakishly sharp. As long as he could find his target, killing them would be easy. The only challenge was locating their hiding place.

"Is this the place?"

His powerful perception, honed as a Martial Artist, allowed Su Xing to detect faint, wispy strands of purple curse power within the seemingly empty space. These strands drifted from a distant location, connecting to his body.

It was formless and intangible; calling it purple was merely Su Xing’s own mental visualization. Without his level of perception, detecting the curse’s presence would have been impossible.

Su Xing slowly closed his eyes, confirming the source of the curse power. He then took out his phone, pinned a location that appeared empty on the map, and asked:

"Hey, Yu, what is this place? There’s nothing here on the map."

"That place... it looks like an abandoned military base. It’s been deserted for about a decade."

"Bro, if you’re heading there, it’s about an hour’s drive. You want me to get a car for you?"

Su Yu knew his older brother must have been afflicted by something—most likely the Curse Armor he had asked about. So, he didn’t waste words and gave Su Xing the most important information directly.

Of course, he was also afraid his brother would get lost in the hallucinations and suddenly attack him.

After all, his brother was capable of slaughtering a Tier Five Sequencer, while he himself was only at Tier Three Peak. A single slap could probably kill him instantly.

But he made no unnecessary moves. Firstly, Su Yu trusted his brother. Secondly, he didn’t want to agitate the mentally unstable Su Xing.

"No need. I’ll go myself."

The moment Su Xing finished speaking, a voice filled with hatred reached his ears.

"Bro... why do you get to be so powerful?"

It was Su Yu’s voice, tinged with a youthful air, that reached his ears.

"I’m the genius in the organization, a super genius with three Sequences! Why are you better than me?!"

"Did you secretly steal my talent? Answer me, Su Xing!"

The voice, supposedly Su Yu’s, was filled with anger and resentment, striking at the very core of Su Xing’s deepest fears and frustrations. He had always been terrified that a rift would form between him and his little brother for these very reasons.

Even though Su Xing knew it was all a hallucination, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of killing intent.

"Fucking Curse Armor... GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!"

Su Xing’s fist, like a cannonball, crashed directly into the face of the illusory Su Yu, instantly sending him flying as more than half his face was blasted to dust.

He snapped back to his senses, a cold sweat beading on his forehead. He glanced at the real, unharmed Su Yu beside him and couldn’t help but sigh. In his heart, he thought:

’Thank God... it was just a hallucination.’

"Bro, did you have another hallucination?"

Su Yu stood beside Su Xing and patted his older brother’s shoulder, an inexpressible concern showing in his eyes.

"I’m fine... For now."

Recalling what he had just seen in the hallucination, a cold glint appeared in Su Xing’s eyes. He took a deep breath and continued:

"I need to get going."

"Earlier, I found a painting in the organization’s building."

"Your organization’s people arrived too quickly, so I didn’t get a chance to examine it closely. If you find out anything, be sure to let me know. The Spiritual Sect went to great lengths to send someone just to create that painting. I have a bad feeling about it."

Su Yu listened carefully to Su Xing’s words.

He hadn’t been inside the building yet due to his rank, so he didn’t know what Su Xing was talking about. He just nodded silently, then looked up at Su Xing’s increasingly pale face and asked worriedly:

"Should I talk to the organization for you?"

"No. This will be over soon. Yu, for now, you just need to go back, do your job as usual, and... wait for me to come home."

Su Xing’s voice fell softly.

"Aura of the Sword" instantly enveloped his body. At the same time, "Drifting Snow" activated, boosting his speed to an inconceivable level.

And then,

with a single step, his figure vanished from sight.

"Alright..."

Su Yu said, a worried tone in his voice. He was about to turn for one last look at his brother when he realized Su Xing, who had been right behind him a moment ago, was already gone. He stood stunned for a second, then gave a wry smile and muttered:

"What the...?"

’Bro... when did you even leave?’

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