Blade Slays a Minor Grandmaster, Yu Canghai Meets His End

"Professional!"

At this moment, those were the only two words echoing through the minds of Lin Pingzhi's family of three.

Not a single word of nonsense, not the slightest bit of dragging things out—one slash, and Hong Renxiong and the other three were beheaded.

This swordsman truly was decisive. The money they had spent today had not gone to waste.

Had it been anyone else facing disciples of a prestigious sect like Hong Renxiong and the others, even if they intended to fight, they would probably have exchanged a few formalities and wasted some breath first.

Yu Canghai had already risen from the wooden stake, the treasured sword at his waist long since in his grasp.

He stared at Su Chen with both wariness and fury written across his face.

Where had this swordsman come from? It would have been one thing if he were merely powerful, but he was also so merciless—before Yu Canghai's very eyes, he had cut down four of his disciples with a single stroke.

This was a complete disregard for him, the master of Songfeng View of the Qingcheng Sect.

Yu Canghai wanted nothing more than to rush forward and kill Su Chen at once, yet he still forcibly suppressed his rage and questioned, "Are you a disciple of Shaolin?"

By the conventions of the martial world, before fighting, one first sounded the other party out, so as to avoid provoking disciples of powerful factions whenever possible.

"A Shaolin disciple?" Even Su Chen was taken aback.

Then he understood. It was most likely because of his hair.

Long hair was far too troublesome to manage. Thus, ever since crossing over three years ago, Su Chen had retained his modern habit of keeping his hair cropped short and neat.

To him, this was perfectly ordinary. But in the eyes of these ancient people, he looked somewhat like a monk from Shaolin Temple whose shaved hair had not yet fully grown back.

Having figured it out, Su Chen could not be bothered to explain himself to Yu Canghai. There was no need to waste words on a dead man.

Besides, it was not bad for Yu Canghai to mistake him for a Shaolin disciple. At the very least, it would make him more wary when making his move.

The thought flashed through his mind, and without the slightest hesitation, Su Chen gripped his ring-pommel saber and strode toward Yu Canghai to kill him.

A flicker of astonishment also passed through Yu Canghai's eyes.

"Damn it, where did this greenhorn come from? Why doesn't he understand a shred of martial-world rules?"

The anger in Yu Canghai's heart surged.

"Fine, fine, fine! Even if you are a Shaolin disciple, if you dare be this arrogant, then when I kill you today, Shaolin will not be able to say a single word against me."

With an angry shout, Yu Canghai brandished the treasured sword in his hand and unleashed the Pine Wind Swordplay he was most skilled in.

The Pine Wind Swordplay was one of the Qingcheng Sect's supreme arts, famed for the strength of pine and the swiftness of wind. Though it was a sword art centered on nimbleness and agility, it also carried a measure of hard, forceful power.

Among the many exquisite martial arts in the martial world, the Pine Wind Swordplay could claim a place of its own.

Now, wielded by Yu Canghai, a Minor Grandmaster at the middle stage, it was all the more formidable.

His right hand moved with extreme agility, the longsword fluttering up and down in his grasp like a butterfly weaving through flowers.

In an instant, dense sword shadows filled this pine forest.

The countless sword shadows interwove like a great net, engulfing Su Chen.

Behind him, Lin Zhennan's expression was grave, with a faint trace of fear showing through.

"Could this be the Qingcheng Sect's Pine Wind Swordplay? It truly is terrifyingly powerful. If I were the one facing Yu Canghai, I fear I would not even withstand a single strike."

As the thought crossed his mind, he could not help looking toward Su Chen.

"This swordsman was able to cut down Yu Canghai's three top disciples with one slash, so his strength must be extraordinary as well. If he responds carefully, he may not lack the chance to fight Yu Canghai to a draw. Then the lives of my whole family can be saved."

At that thought, the taut string in Lin Zhennan's heart finally loosened considerably.

Yet before his heart could fully settle, it clenched again.

Su Chen, faced with Yu Canghai's dense net of sword light, showed no intention whatsoever of dodging.

Holding the ring-pommel saber in reverse, he lowered his body. His feet suddenly exerted force, and his whole body shot toward Yu Canghai like an arrow loosed from the bow. In the blink of an eye, he crashed headlong into the sword net.

At this sight, the expressions of Lin Zhennan and the other two changed.

"It's over. This swordsman is far too overconfident."

"Even if he is strong, Yu Canghai is a Minor Grandmaster who has been famous for many years. His strength is utterly beyond comparison with Hong Renxiong and the others."

"Charging in so rashly, he will likely be severely injured."

The hearts of Lin Pingzhi's family of three leapt into their throats once more.

After all, the outcome between Su Chen and Yu Canghai would determine whether the three of them could survive today.

But at this moment, they had no other choice. They could only silently pray for Su Chen, hoping that he would win.

Yu Canghai likewise revealed a cold smile, sneering inwardly, "Sure enough, he's a greenhorn. He charged into my sword net without any guard at all. This one move alone will leave him severely injured."

Yet in the next second, Yu Canghai's expression changed.

Within the sword net, Su Chen's figure flickered unpredictably, impossible to grasp, moving at astonishing speed. The dense sword shadows, thick as rain, could not even brush the corner of his clothes.

The ring-pommel saber he had kept held in reverse behind him suddenly moved as well.

Snow-bright saber light flashed, accompanied by a string of clanging sounds like iron being hammered.

In that instant, Su Chen unleashed dozens of slashes.

Amid scattered sparks, the ring-pommel saber and the longsword clashed without cease.

In just a few breaths, Su Chen had intercepted every single sword shadow without missing one.

"He... he caught them..." Lin Zhennan was somewhat astonished.

Then came a surge of wild joy. If this saber wielder could withstand Yu Canghai's sword techniques, their chances of survival had risen by several degrees.

Yu Canghai only felt his wrist growing sore and numb.

He realized that not only was the opposing saber wielder's blade momentum exceptionally fast, but every slash also carried tremendous force.

Compared to it, his Pine Wind Swordplay, reputed for combining agility with fierce strength, was far inferior.

"What saber technique is that?" Yu Canghai asked as he thrust his sword in attack.

Yet Su Chen's only response was one slash after another.

Left with no choice, Yu Canghai could only raise his sword to meet them.

At that moment, he was both enraged and helpless.

He felt he simply could not understand the opposing saber wielder's way of doing things.

When wandering the martial world and crossing paths with someone—especially when both sides were of roughly equal strength—didn't everyone first announce their names, then trade threats, and only start fighting when there was truly no room for reconciliation?

Who acted like this saber wielder? Without a word, he launched into a frenzied barrage of slashes, as though he would not stop until he had chopped his opponent to death.

The more Yu Canghai thought about it, the angrier he grew, until he was nearly driven mad. At this moment, he resembled a resentful wife subjected to the cold violence of silence.

"Damn it, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Yu Canghai flew into a furious rage.

With his emotions thrown into turmoil, a slight flaw appeared in his swordsmanship.

For the first time, Su Chen's expression changed. An almost imperceptible cold smile touched the corner of his lips.

This "cold violence" tactic was one of his usual methods.

Most martial artists were impatient by nature, and this sort of "cold violence" could easily throw them off balance.

The instant a flaw emerged was the instant for him to pursue relentlessly.

Seizing the flaw in Yu Canghai's technique, Su Chen brought down the ring-pommel saber in a mighty slash.

The saber came swift and fierce, and Yu Canghai actually felt unable to withstand it.

In a daze, he seemed to see a layer of dark clouds sweep across a clear blue sky, cleaving the entire azure heaven in two.

This slash of Su Chen's was the first form of the Unrivaled Saber Technique he cultivated—Cloud Severing Azure Sky.

The Unrivaled Saber Technique was the ancestral saber art of Wu Wudi, one of the Ten Great Martial Artists in the world of Fengyun. He had ranked it among the Ten Great Martial Paths, so there was naturally no need to speak of its might. It could absolutely crush ninety-nine percent of the martial arts in this world.

Clang!

With the sound of metal striking metal, Su Chen's ring-pommel saber cut in along the tip of Yu Canghai's sword.

Then, with the force of splitting bamboo, it sliced Yu Canghai's sword vertically into two.

"What?" Yu Canghai's face paled in shock. Instinctively, he released his grip on the sword and tried to evade.

But how could Su Chen give him that chance?

His aura surged and contracted, and his saber momentum abruptly became several degrees faster.

Before Yu Canghai could pull back his hand, the ring-pommel saber had already fallen.

Thus, Yu Canghai followed in Hou Renying's footsteps—his right hand was cleanly severed by Su Chen as well.

"Damn it!" Yu Canghai cursed angrily, the ferocity in his heart stirred.

Instead of evading, he thrust his left hand out from his waist and struck upward toward Su Chen's chest.

The force of the Heart-Shattering Palm erupted. If this strike landed, it could shatter Su Chen's heart meridians in an instant.

Under the threat of death, Yu Canghai had resorted to a fighting style of trading his life for his opponent's.

He did not seek to kill Su Chen with this palm strike. He only hoped to force Su Chen to change moves, so he could use the opportunity to escape.

However, his wishful calculations ultimately came to nothing.

Su Chen flipped his right hand, and the ring-pommel saber rotated around his wrist. He smoothly shifted into a reverse grip, and the saber's movement changed from a slash into a thrust.

The sharp saber tip pierced down through Yu Canghai's palm, nailing him to the ground.

Pain shot through Yu Canghai, forcing his body to bend low. He instinctively looked up and met Su Chen's icy eyes, and terror rose in his heart.

At this very moment, Yu Canghai was finally afraid.

"You can't kill me! My Qingcheng Sect has a Celestial Master in the north who is in the Half-step Land Immortal Realm. If you dare kill me, you will bring a deadly calamity upon yourself."

Su Chen knew that the Celestial Master at the Half-step Land Immortal Realm Yu Canghai spoke of should be Zhao Yuzhen, the man known as the Dao Sword Immortal.

That man was indeed formidable, far beyond what Su Chen could handle now.

However, as a hired blade who worked for money, Su Chen had always believed in one creed: as long as the money was right, he would help you cripple even the Heavenly King.

One Zhao Yuzhen was not enough to frighten him.

With that thought, Su Chen directly pulled the ring-pommel saber from Yu Canghai's palm.

Yu Canghai could not help but rejoice, thinking he had successfully frightened Su Chen.

Inwardly, he was already plotting how he would take revenge in the future.

But at that moment, a flash of saber light swept past.

Su Chen had already slashed sideways, cutting open Yu Canghai's throat.

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