Swordsmanship Coach: Kill with One Slash

Chapter 200: Chapter 146: Heavenly Dao (Part 2)

"Alright, go on back."

At Su Xing’s soft words, the little snake turned its head to him again. As if receiving a grand reward, it immediately nodded. Then, taking the entire sword with it, it instantly dissolved into motes of blue light and vanished.

Phew.

’Besides these three swords...’

’My body has also undergone a massive improvement.’

’Or rather... my body might have seen the biggest improvement of all.’

Su Xing could feel it with extreme clarity.

The bottleneck in his body had been shattered. Previously, his realm had limited his physical growth, but now, that restriction was finally broken.

Su Xing could feel,

an unprecedented sense of ease.

The strength in his body had also reached a new, unparalleled level.

If one were to say,

that the previous Su Xing was a steak,

then the current Su Xing was the entire bull. The increase in power was simply beyond what words like "doubled" could describe.

He walked to the mirror in his room, gazing at his toned physique. He wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the light, but Su Xing felt his skin looked a little darker. Yet, in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if nothing had changed.

No, it wasn’t that nothing had changed.

Su Xing could feel a terrifying aura constantly radiating from him.

It was a suppression that stemmed from a higher level of existence. As long as an enemy’s physical body had not broken through to this level, they would inevitably feel the pressure from Su Xing’s body, leading them to misjudge his true strength.

Although this ability,

could only be used for disguise and intimidation for now,

Su Xing had a faint premonition that as he continued to improve, this nascent ability would transform into an incredibly powerful force.

Perhaps,

this aura was the greatest gain of all.

It was a gain more important than the three swords and his newfound strength.

As for Su Xing’s other sword techniques,

they too had been enhanced to varying degrees.

However, Su Xing’s current power level was so far beyond the norm that it wasn’t convenient to test it on anything. He would have to wait until his next battle to determine just how much stronger he had become overall.

’Ah, forget it. I’ll leave it at that for now.’

Su Xing sighed helplessly and headed toward the training hall.

...

「Meanwhile, at the Martial God Hall.」

The Martial God Hall was located at the center of a certain world.

Within, it was divided into four halls and one palace.

The four halls were naturally the residences of the four Stewards, while the palace was the Martial God’s resting place, as well as where everyone convened for meetings.

The Martial God Hall was teeming with Martial Artists,

which also made it the place where the world’s Martial Fortune was most concentrated.

Bar none.

However,

today was a little different.

The Martial God Hall’s Martial Fortune, as vast as a smoky sea, seemed to have been snatched away. It surged wildly in one direction, and in a mere instant, more than half of it was gone.

Within one of the great halls,

a Tier Seven Martial Artist sat in silent meditation.

His age was unknown, and his power was unfathomable. Besides the Martial God, there was no one who could overpower him.

At this moment, the old man slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at the ethereal Martial Fortune in the air, a hint of astonishment flickering in his gaze.

’This flow of Martial Fortune...’

The old man was astonished.

Martial Fortune, unlike martial arts or other opportunities, could not directly increase one’s strength.

It was ethereal and intangible; unless one reached the level of a Tier Seven, one couldn’t even perceive its existence.

And yet, it could not be ignored.

Because Martial Fortune was an investment from the Heavenly Dao. The more Martial Fortune a person possessed, the fewer difficulties they would face and the more assistance they would receive when breaking through to Tier Ten in the future.

’To be able to snatch away the Martial God Hall’s Martial Fortune... has some genius Martial Artist broken through to Tier Five?’

Tier Five.

This was the watershed moment for an Extraordinary Being.

Only by stepping into Tier Five could one attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao and possibly receive the gift of Martial Fortune.

’However...’

’To think you can just snatch away the Martial God Hall’s Martial Fortune... you’re dreaming!’

...

"Hm?"

"What is this?"

A stream of golden energy descended from the sky.

Although it appeared somewhat ethereal, Su Xing could see it with his own eyes. The golden energy eagerly poured into his body, regardless of whether he was willing or not.

As the golden stream flowed in, his consciousness seemed to transform into a longsword and soar into the heavens.

The sensation was very strange.

He could clearly feel his consciousness continuously ascending, while his body remained perfectly still on the ground.

From high above, Su Xing looked down and saw himself in the Sword Hall. His perspective continued to rise, revealing all of Southern Cang City, then the entirety of Cang City and the other nearby cities.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Xing felt as if he had arrived at the highest point of this world.

I am the Heavenly Dao.

The feeling arose spontaneously within him.

Every single event in the world unfolded before his eyes.

He could see the lives of ordinary people: their laughter and anger, their joys and sorrows, their rush to work.

He could also see the bustle of special organizations: guarding gates, holding meetings, discussing battle plans.

He could see Lu Anning and Xiao Yu practicing their swordplay, Su Yu and Shen Ruyun whispering secrets to each other in a room, and his own uncle saying goodbye to old friends before hailing a car and heading for the Sword Hall.

The entrances to the Martial God Hall and the Spirit Realm also came into Su Xing’s view, looking like two large holes in the body of the world.

An inexplicable desire to repair them rose in Su Xing’s heart.

However,

Su Xing couldn’t find the location of the Celestial Human Tomb.

Just then, an incomparably violent power suddenly erupted, accompanied by a furious roar.

"Impudent fiend! How dare you steal the Martial Fortune of my Martial God Hall!!!"

"You’re truly courting death!!!"

The words fell, and a fist flew!

The power of this punch was heaven-defyingly immense!

If Su Xing had to face it himself, he would have been utterly unable to block this punch and would likely have been instantly blasted into a bloody mist.

But this power never even reached Su Xing. The instant it appeared, it was crushed by a small child.

Yes, a small child.

A child wearing a simple Daoist Robe, looking to be about seven or eight years old. He had crushed the long-distance punch with one hand. He then silently glanced at Su Xing, waved his hand, and said:

"You are too weak. Come see me again when you remember something. For now..."

"...go back."

...

「Martial God Hall.」

「Within one of the halls.」

He had suddenly thrown a punch, thinking that by killing this genius, all the lost Martial Fortune would return.

But...

not only did the Martial Fortune not return,

he abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood!

The old man’s face was filled with disbelief. Because even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, his punch just now had also been a full-power attack.

But his full-power attack,

had not only failed to kill the opponent but had caused a backlash that made him vomit blood!

"What is happening?!"

At this moment, he had lost all of his previous composure, replaced by a look of utter, incredulous shock.

Thinking back,

ever since the great war with the special organizations,

he hadn’t stepped out of this great hall for a very, very long time.

The old man slowly stood up and walked outside the hall. He gazed at the bright daylight and at the Martial Fortune above, two-thirds of which was now gone. He thought to himself grimly,

’Tier Five?’

’No... this can’t be a Tier Five.’

’Could it be... that the opponent is a Martial Artist who has broken through to Tier Eight? Or perhaps... Tier Nine?’

For some reason, the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. It was as if the opponent was some unspeakable existence; just the thought of them filled him with a sense of dread.

’This shouldn’t be possible!!!’

’The Heavenly Dao of this world fell into slumber long ago. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have allowed something like the Celestial Human Tomb to exist for so long. But...’

’in a world without a functioning Heavenly Dao, can a powerhouse on par with a Martial God still be born?’

The old man was completely baffled.

...

"Tsk, I’ve been asleep for too long. A slight operational error."

The child standing on the clouds clicked his tongue and muttered to himself:

"I originally just wanted to pour some Martial Fortune into you to make your life a bit easier later on. Ended up accidentally pulling you up here instead. But it’s not a big deal, I suppose."

"Guess I’ll go back to sleep."

"I hope by the time I wake up next, you’ll have the strength of a Tier Eight."

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