Swordsmanship Coach: Kill with One Slash

Chapter 146: Chapter 122: One Move (Part 2)

It was the despair of being completely unable to fight back.

Just then,

A voice suddenly echoed from within the prison cell.

The few of them looked up at a small speaker, from which a voice, both familiar and somewhat strange, was emanating. It said:

"Everyone, help me stop him."

"Soon, very soon, my Curse Armor will be able to kill him. Don’t let him get near the deepest part of the base."

The voice, belonging to Curse, was urgent and weak, a clear sign that he was pushing his Sequence to its limit. This made the six of them exchange glances before speaking:

"That voice... it’s the Vice Bishop’s loyal dog, isn’t it?"

"Didn’t the Vice Bishop issue this mission?"

"What’s Curse doing here with us?"

"And who is this ’he’ that Curse is talking about?"

They spoke with some confusion; Curse’s words were disjointed and vague. However, one of the men said nonchalantly:

"Who cares? In any case, it’s definitely an enemy..."

Before the man could finish speaking, a tremendous BOOM suddenly erupted. The faces of the group changed slightly as a single thought flashed through their minds.

’Who is this guy?’

’How can he be making such a huge commotion?’

Although Curse hadn’t said where the enemy was, the massive explosion not far off made it easy for them to pinpoint his location.

They exchanged a look,

then charged toward the source of the sound together.

Although they were all Martial Artists,

their martial arts specialties,

and the strength of their physical bodies differed,

so the six of them moved at different speeds. The fastest was the fierce-looking bald man, followed by the blind beggar.

"Say... how strong do you think he is?"

As they rushed forward, the bald man, who was running the fastest, suddenly asked.

He had seen the bodies littering the ground ahead,

causing the alarm bells unique to a Martial Artist to ring loudly in his mind.

His name was Zhou Chang,

and among the test subjects, he was codenamed Number Three.

Before coming here, he had been a genuine professional boxer. He’d arrived here through a series of coincidences in his pursuit of greater power.

His realm as a Peak Tier Four Martial Artist

made him feel that his physical strength was immense. With every step he took, the hard floor would crack, letting out a distinct, muffled THUD.

Because of this,

he was also the fastest,

and he soon left the others far behind.

"Why are you suddenly asking that?"

"Could it be that the great and famous Number Three is lacking confidence?"

A mocking voice came from behind him, but Number Three didn’t reply. He had already come to a stop.

He had reached the source of the explosion, but the battle there was already over.

The scene was one of utter chaos. As far as the eye could see, there were only shattered walls. The originally narrow underground passage looked as if it had been violently widened.

As he steadied himself,

the stench of blood assaulted his nostrils!

Number Three looked down.

Everywhere, there was congealed blood and gore that resembled minced meat.

The Spiritualist Followers who had come to stop the intruder had all been slaughtered, down to the last one. Not a single one had a complete corpse left.

The entire scene

looked like it had just witnessed an absolute massacre!

At that moment,

the others arrived.

They too saw the scene before them, but their expressions remained unchanged. Which of them, able to stand here now, wasn’t a ruthless killer?

The number of people they had killed was no less than Su Xing—in fact, it was likely far more, because they had killed the innocent and the unarmed.

"Someone’s there!"

A woman suddenly whispered.

This made everyone look up into the distance.

A man was standing there.

The air was thick with dust, making it hard for them to see clearly, but they could still make out a blurry silhouette.

The man was bare-chested.

His muscles were like steel cables crisscrossing his body, yet his skin was as smooth and radiant as jade, giving him a very textured appearance.

As for his lower half, his pants weren’t completely destroyed, but they had been shredded into strips that hung from his waist like a tattered sack.

On his body,

was blood and more blood; it was impossible to tell if it was his or someone else’s.

"A person?"

"Is he our target?"

"He’s all alone? He’s got some serious nerve."

A woman suddenly spoke.

Her voice was filled with disdain. The others nodded in agreement, none of them taking the man seriously.

As her voice fell,

the dust and smoke settled slightly.

Only then did Number Three suddenly realize that the red on the man’s body wasn’t blood at all—it was a layer of mysterious energy covering his skin!

This made his heart skip a beat.

At the same time, Su Xing slowly raised his head, his calm and cold eyes staring directly at the six people who had suddenly appeared.

The expressions of Number Three and the blind man changed drastically!

Due to his long career as a professional boxer, Number Three’s perception of danger was exceptionally keen. He immediately sensed that something was very wrong with this man.

As for the blind man, his other senses were far stronger than anyone else’s due to his lack of sight. He immediately smelled the scent of danger.

Sure enough, without saying a word, Su Xing’s figure instantly vanished from their sight. At the same time, an unprecedented, massive shockwave blasted toward them!

Number Three and the blind man reacted the fastest.

One was a battle-hardened veteran, the other had long been mentally prepared. Both employed their own methods to counter Su Xing’s attack!

"Qi Flows Through the Body!"

Number Three let out a sudden, furious roar, activating his strongest technique. The Qi and Blood in his entire body erupted instantly, sending an invisible shockwave blasting out in all directions!

Thick, blue veins bulged across his entire body. Amidst a chorus of cracking joints, his physical form rapidly expanded. His muscles swelled madly, and his skin turned crimson, like a steam engine running at full power.

With a series of CRACKLES and POPS, his body shot up as if being inflated, transforming from over 1.8 meters tall to a 2.5-meter little giant in the blink of an eye.

This was his ultimate move!

It simultaneously maximized his offensive power and his Defense Power.

Number Three had tested it before.

With "Qi Flows Through the Body" active,

he could withstand a full-power blow from a Tier Five Sequencer and only suffer minor injuries. For a Tier Four, this level of Defense Power was simply monstrous!

Of course, if he knew Su Xing’s current Defense Power, he would only feel that he himself was as brittle as paper.

As for the blind beggar, his reaction was also extremely fast. Because he was blind and not skilled in close combat, instead of taking the hit head-on with an ultimate move like Number Three, he leaped up and immediately bolted backward.

There’s no shame in running.

The shame is in getting killed in one hit.

The decisions and reactions of both men were sound. Against a normal opponent, the attack would have ended in failure. Unfortunately for them, they had encountered Su Xing in his "Sword Shatter" state.

Almost in the same instant that the two reacted,

Su Xing deployed his own counter-strategy: brute-force steamrolling!!!

BOOM!

A tremendous crash erupted!

As Su Xing closed in, the ground beneath his feet began to shatter layer by layer. He became a blurry afterimage, appearing directly in front of Number Three in the span of a thought.

Su Xing’s speed was simply too fast. Number Three couldn’t react at all. To his eyes, it was as if Su Xing had suddenly vanished and then reappeared.

When he reappeared,

the sword in Su Xing’s hand had already struck Number Three’s body, which was still empowered by "Qi Flows Through the Body."

BOOM!

A violent white shockwave exploded outward, forming a raging blast that swept through the entire underground passage!

As if striking a paper window, the thick, shield-like muscles on his body were instantly shredded by the sword. The blade’s power, undiminished, continued deeper, cleaving Number Three in two!

He couldn’t even let out a scream, only able to watch in horror as his upper and lower body were suddenly separated. He slammed against a nearby wall before sliding down. His upper torso fell to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief as blood sprayed onto the ceiling. He died with his eyes open.

A Peak Tier Four Martial Artist,

a Martial Artist whose realm was higher than Su Xing’s current one,

was killed by Su Xing’s sword just like that,

unable to withstand even a single blow.

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