Swordsmanship Coach: Kill with One Slash

Chapter 224: Chapter 158: Hell, Part 2

He’d even started thinking about how to kill his worthy opponent, Su Xing.

Should he just smash his head in,

or should he shatter every bone in his body?

But...

Su Xing finally reacted.

Amid Liang’s torrential assault, he saw Su Xing standing motionless. Then, a crimson sword shadow shot toward his head in an instant.

It was too fast!

Liang couldn’t react in time.

Or perhaps, he did react, but he couldn’t possibly continue his fatal assault on Su Xing—not unless he wanted a gaping hole in his own head.

Liang’s face turned deathly pale.

He forcefully aborted his killing blow and took several quick steps back, exiting their combat range. Only then did he finally dodge the Sparrow Sword’s attack.

Liang’s eyes were filled with complex emotions.

He stared at Su Xing’s relaxed appearance.

He was finally realizing something...

Su Xing’s strength wasn’t just reflected in his outrageous physical constitution; Su Xing’s other abilities still demanded his utmost attention.

And yet...

Liang gritted his teeth, a wave of indignation rising in his heart. He thought to himself:

’I was just an inch away.’

A Martial Artist,

most importantly, must always press forward relentlessly,

always have the spirit to strive to be number one.

Always have the ambition to become the strongest.

Liang,

was indeed a Martial Artist,

but he was not a good one.

Because when the Sparrow Sword came for him, he chose to abandon his attack. From that moment, Liang had already given up the only key to victory in this bout. His momentum was broken, his will depleted.

But Su Xing,

would never choose to give up.

At that very moment,

an extreme sense of danger suddenly arose in Liang’s heart. He erupted with all his strength, wanting to escape the massive private room.

Liang’s advantage was his speed.

Only by reaching a more open area

could he better leverage that advantage.

Otherwise...

he would be trapped and killed in the room.

But,

would Su Xing let him get his wish so easily?

No!

He wouldn’t!

Su Xing naturally wanted to stop him,

but Liang’s speed was indeed exceptionally fast.

As he burst forth with speed,

many of the peeking waiters outside were instantly sent flying by the violent shockwave!

Along the path he traveled,

he carved out a vacuum corridor. All the air was violently blasted away, revealing black spatial cracks within, and one terrifying gale after another, each strong enough to demolish the entire nightclub.

Although Su Xing had destroyed the surveillance cameras,

news that the two were fighting like this

could not possibly be hidden forever.

Therefore, the nightclub’s patrons had long since been evacuated without a trace. Only a few nosy waiters and the owner remained.

But,

at this moment,

they were all blown out of the nightclub by this gale, rolling on the ground like barrels for several turns before scrambling to their feet.

"I escaped..."

"No, that’s not right!"

Liang looked back, and goosebumps instantly broke out on his skin. He was horrified to discover that during his escape, Su Xing had vanished. Su Xing’s freakish figure was no longer in the area he’d just been.

The next moment,

when he turned his head back,

he saw a sight that would be etched into his memory for the rest of his life.

Su Xing.

He didn’t know when,

but Su Xing had already appeared in front of him.

He was incredibly close. Strictly speaking, the distance between them wasn’t even half a meter; they were practically face-to-face.

The most terrifying part was,

Su Xing was actually facing him, moving backward.

Moving backward,

he was even faster than Liang’s full-speed sprint after activating his Black Body!!!

This scene

completely overturned his understanding of Su Xing.

At first,

he thought Su Xing was just physically gifted.

Because the moment Su Xing had attacked, he had sensed that Su Xing was a Tier Five Martial Artist just like him, but his physical body was unreasonably powerful.

Then,

he thought Su Xing had many powerful techniques.

Black Sword, Floating Snow, Sparrow Sword—one after another, they were impossible to defend against.

And finally,

even the one thing he was best at

had been utterly crushed by Su Xing.

Liang finally understood completely.

Su Xing was a monster.

A monster he was not equipped to handle.

Then,

he heard it.

The first words Su Xing had spoken since the battle began.

And also,

the last words he would ever hear in his life.

"I win."

BOOM!!!

Liang had no time to react. He was struck hard by Su Xing’s Sky-Piercing Thrust, a move so fast its motion was completely invisible!

Ferocious Sword Qi erupted in an instant!

A large hole was instantly punched through his chest, one that nearly spanned its entire width.

Inside,

there was only an empty void.

All the flesh, internal organs, and everything else had been utterly disintegrated by Su Xing’s sword.

The remaining blood

gushed from the gaping hole in Liang’s back.

It formed a rain of blood in the air and showered down.

Martial Artists

are part of an Extraordinary system with extremely tenacious vitality.

But,

no matter how tenacious they were,

when faced with such a fatal injury,

being able to hang on to one last breath and speak one more sentence was the absolute limit.

It was the same for Liang.

His eyes immediately turned a dull, sallow yellow—the look of a dying man. He lay wretchedly on the ground, struggling to lift his gaze to look at Su Xing one last time, and murmured:

"I... lost."

"..."

’He’s dead.’

Su Xing thought to himself.

He looked down and watched as the light completely faded from Liang’s eyes.

Deader than dead.

Liang’s death

caused the last remaining Martial Artist in the nightclub to reveal an interested expression.

Su Xing had already, through his actions,

proven just how powerful he was.

But such power

had also provoked the other man’s battle lust.

The man in the nightclub slowly walked out. His eyes glanced at Liang lying on the ground, then turned back to Su Xing. He said:

"He was a decent Martial Artist."

"Indeed."

Su Xing’s gaze also landed on the man.

Their gazes met and intertwined across the distance.

It was as if, before the fight had even begun,

sparks of belligerence were already crackling in the air between them.

"Why didn’t you help him?"

Su Xing asked, a little curious.

Logically speaking,

to complete the mission, any means are justified.

There’s nothing

more unacceptable than a loss for the organization.

But Liang and this man, they were completely different from the others. Like knights from medieval Europe, they always followed a code that seemed to stem from their very core.

"Why should I help him?"

"He chose his own path. He died content. If I had helped him, he would have hated me for the rest of his life, even if he survived."

"Besides..."

"we’re not on the same side to begin with."

Su Xing narrowed his eyes and asked:

"It seems..."

"things inside your Martial God Hall are quite complicated."

"You could say that."

"No organization is a monolith."

The man nodded.

He didn’t deny the internal affairs of the Martial God Hall at all.

Although everyone respects the Martial God,

the Martial God doesn’t interfere in the organization’s management.

He only gives the final directive. The rest of the time, he’s more like a guardian deity. An existence like that gives many of the ill-intentioned people below a lot of room to maneuver.

"However..."

"I didn’t come here to chat with you."

The man’s tone suddenly shifted, becoming incredibly sharp, as if he had already taken Su Xing’s head.

"Like them,"

"I’m also here for the mirror."

"But where I differ from them is..."

"even if you hand over the mirror, I still won’t let you go. I will kill you. It’s just that if you do that, you’ll be no different from those other wastes of space in my eyes."

"Heh..."

"Don’t worry. With your strength, you won’t be getting the mirror."

"You’d better keep that head of yours attached."

Su Xing said, his voice cold as ice.

He had never let go of his killing intent from the very beginning.

Even a respected opponent

was still an opponent.

And any opponent should be sent to the place they belong. That place is called:

"Hell."

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