Swordsmanship Coach: Kill with One Slash

Chapter 227: Chapter 159: Waiting for the Next Life

Immense power enveloped the edge of his blade, tearing and blasting the surrounding air, creating a terrifying roar like muffled thunder.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Under Su Xing’s impossibly fast and continuous assault, nearly every afterimage had been slashed by his blade at least twice. As Jiang Yinfeng looked on in utter shock, Su Xing’s sword finally came down on his head.

The sword was so fast,

he had no way to dodge.

VMMMM!!!

A terrifying hum from the blade instantly rang out.

Su Xing held nothing back, unleashing a power several times greater than what he had shown when fighting Liang!

The terrifying longsword

instantly struck Jiang Yinfeng.

Like a golf ball struck by a club, he was sent flying dozens of meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

"..."

Jiang Yinfeng’s body was embedded in the ground. He stared blankly at the dim sky, momentarily unsure of what to say, or even what he should think.

Although,

the code he had been taught since childhood,

was that a Martial Artist must always act with honor and integrity.

After he embarked on the path of the Martial Artist,

his understanding of this phrase had only deepened.

But to die, his path extinguished, all for the sake of that integrity... it still filled him with a certain regret.

After all...

No one wants to die.

He was confident that if he had chosen to flee instead of fighting Su Xing, no one could have stopped him.

But,

if he had done that,

his heart as a Martial Artist might have completely shattered.

A Martial Artist

is defined by the pursuit of being number one.

It means that all Martial Artists must possess the will to be the best. When facing a powerful foe, their first thought should be how to defeat them, not how to retreat.

In that sense,

Jiang Yinfeng was a true Martial Artist.

Thump... thump... thump...

The sound of footsteps on the concrete floor slowly approached.

Jiang Yinfeng could no longer get up.

He couldn’t see Su Xing approaching, and could only faintly perceive his direction by sound. A bitter smile touched his lips as he spoke in an incredibly weak voice:

"I never thought... you were this strong."

"..."

Ordinarily,

Su Xing would have definitely sneered,

saying something like, "No, you’re just too weak."

But,

this time, Su Xing didn’t.

He thought about the actions of Jiang Yinfeng and Liang and felt there was no need for such pointless taunts. He simply said coolly:

"You lost."

"Any last words?"

"Heh heh..."

"I thought you were going to say you’d spare me."

Jiang Yinfeng’s voice grew quieter and quieter.

He could feel his life slipping away.

Su Xing hardly needed to strike again.

In just a minute,

he would close his eyes forever,

and leave this world that was hardly a beautiful place.

"Last words..."

The unfamiliar phrase made him pause for a moment, but he soon gave a bitter smile, nodded, and said:

"The Martial God... he truly does want to deal with the Celestial Beings."

"But in the Hall, many... many people have their own agendas. You have to be careful. Live a long life, for me. Walk to the very end... of the Martial Dao... so I can see what lies there."

"If..."

"If you get the chance, in the future, when it’s time to deal with the Celestial Beings... please, help our Martial God."

As he spoke his final words,

he was breathing out far more than he was breathing in.

But he still looked at Su Xing’s calm face with a pleading expression.

The Martial God

had already almost reached the end of the Martial Dao.

Su Xing,

on the other hand, was just a Tier Five Martial Artist.

The gap between them was a chasm so vast, not even an entire ocean could bridge it.

But deep in his heart, Jiang Yinfeng believed that one day in the future, the young man before him would surely be able to help the Martial God of the Martial God Hall.

He just knew he could...

Su Xing could sense Jiang Yinfeng had barely any breath left, yet his eyes remained fixed on Su Xing, wide and unblinking. Only when Su Xing gave a slow nod did Jiang Yinfeng let out a soft sigh, slowly close his eyes, and die.

’Sigh...’

’Just what kind of person is this Martial God?’

’He inspires such loyalty in a man like Jiang Yinfeng, yet he lets the Martial God Hall fall into such chaos.’

’If he doesn’t even manage the Martial God Hall...’

’...why create the organization in the first place?’

’Could it really be just to fight the Celestial Beings?’

Su Xing couldn’t make sense of it all.

Besides, these matters were still too far beyond his current reach.

To have the right to understand,

to have the right to help or even fight the Martial God...

The first requirement for Su Xing was to reach the strength of at least a Tier Eight. Right now, he was only a Tier Five Martial Artist. Although he had some power to protect himself—he could normally kill a Tier Six, and after shattering his three swords, he even had a shot at killing a Tier Seven—

but,

it was still far from enough.

He had heard Su Yu speak of the Martial God.

The Martial God’s Martial Dao was said to surpass all other Martial Artists. Although he had never been seen to make a move, the number of people in the world who could withstand a single palm strike from him could be counted on one hand—and he was a swordsman, to boot.

Su Xing,

and the gap between him and the Martial God was simply too great.

The disparity couldn’t help but astonish Su Xing, but that was all. He had never been one to fear a powerful opponent.

’I shouldn’t think about these things.’

’Time to go.’

Before leaving,

Su Xing glanced down.

Two broken bodies lay there. Liang and Jiang Yinfeng lay still, their bodies covered in blood and wounds, but their faces were utterly peaceful.

As if basking in a warm sun,

awaiting the next life.

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