Swordsmanship Coach: Kill with One Slash

Chapter 152: Chapter 125: Blood Word

At the end of the underground research facility.

Curse sat cross-legged on a bed, his eyes shut tight. His lips were dry and pale, and his entire body trembled slightly as if under immense pressure.

Streams of purple energy, like wisps of violet smoke, drifted from his body toward the door. In the distance, they reached Su Xing, only to be completely blocked by a barrier of crimson energy.

His attitude was a stark contrast to when he had first launched his deadly attack on Su Xing.

Now, his eyes were filled with disbelief. Wrinkles lined his sallow, aged face, and he looked as though he were enduring some fundamental torture from the very source of his life, letting out pained, muffled groans from time to time.

Curse’s once-thick hair had turned deathly white, falling to the ground in large clumps.

Only a few withered white strands remained on his head. Not only that, but his skin, expression, and physique had all aged, as if over thirty years had passed in an instant.

The immense power of the Curse Armor came at a price: the caster’s own life.

The "Curse Power" had been active for over half an hour. Not only did it plunge Su Xing into powerful illusions, but it was also an immense torment for Curse himself—a torment originating from his very life source, its pain almost unimaginable.

The special organization knew some details about the Curse Armor. They understood that this Sequence traded lifespan for power, but they didn’t know that the lifespan wasn’t deducted all at once. Instead, it was continuously drained like flowing water until the caster could no longer maintain the Sequence or had completely killed their target.

The longer it went on, the more lifespan it consumed, and the more terrifying the Curse Power became.

If not for the energy from Su Xing’s "Sword Shatter" ability, which could completely block the Curse Power’s interference, even he would have struggled against the illusions. They were simply too difficult to handle, constantly shifting between real and fake.

Of course, Curse knew nothing of Su Xing’s abilities. All he knew was that he had poured in so much of his own lifespan and still hadn’t managed to kill Su Xing.

A sliver of terror rose within him. He slowly lifted his head, which now resembled a ball of withered wood, and stared at the door ahead with cloudy eyes, muttering,

"Who... who is this person?"

As Vice Bishop Jie’s shadow, Curse had carried out many covert assassinations. Most notably, he had once personally killed a Tier Five Sequencer.

The target had been a genius rogue, whose cultivation speed was astonishing. The special organization tried to recruit him, but the genius, believing himself to be the protagonist of the world, stubbornly refused to join. In the end, Curse personally killed him late one night.

With that experience under his belt, Curse had assumed this time would be even easier. He was certain he could eliminate his target without much effort.

However, the reality was not as simple as he had imagined. Su Xing’s terrifying strength far exceeded his expectations!

Once the Curse Power was activated, Curse’s lifespan began to drain away at a terrifying rate.

At first, the drain was only about five times faster than when he’d killed the Tier Five Sequencer. But ten-some minutes ago, something had happened, and the rate of consumption suddenly skyrocketed to twenty or thirty times that amount!

Only then did he realize just how frightening the enemy he had chosen this time truly was!

To avoid being drained to death by his own Curse Armor Sequence, he deployed the six Martial Artists Vice Bishop Jie had left him. At the same time, he willingly sacrificed thirty years of his own life, hoping to use the opportunity to finish Su Xing off for good!

But the six Martial Artists quickly fell silent. There were no cries for help, no reports of success. It was as if they had vanished into thin air, gone without a sound.

All this happened just a few minutes after he had given the order.

They were dead. That was the only possibility.

Six Peak Tier Four Martial Artists, killed so cleanly and swiftly. This amplified the fear in Curse’s heart, and a sense of unease clung to it like a maggot on bone!

’No... no!’

’I absolutely cannot let this continue!’

’If this keeps up, forget about the enemy dying from illusions—I’ll be the one to die at the hands of my own Sequence first! I have to find a way to stop it!’

Just as this thought flashed through Curse’s mind, a massive explosion suddenly rang out from outside!

’That damn bastard... He’s already inside the research facility?’

Curse’s expression darkened. He listened to the explosion from outside. It was too far away to gauge its power, which made him narrow his eyes and mutter to himself,

"Go on, have your fun. See if you have what it takes to break through the Gate of Guardian!"

The Gate of Guardian was a massive door deep within the research facility. Since Vice Bishop Jie often conducted his experiments here, the gate’s primary purpose was to separate and protect the research labs. As such, its Defense Power was absurdly high; unless a Tier Five Peak expert attacked, it was impossible to shatter.

With this in mind, Curse shook his head, casting aside these chaotic thoughts.

’The most important thing right now is to figure out how to deal with the Curse Armor.’

The enemy couldn’t get in, but it was also unlikely that Curse could kill him. If this dragged on, he would probably be killed by his own Sequence, and he absolutely refused to die such an unjust death!

Curse quickly pulled out his phone, trying to contact Vice Bishop Jie.

Just then,

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