Learned Evil-Warding Swordplay, One Infects Two

Adam Smith bent down and picked up his treasure, grabbing it and weighing it subconsciously. It was surprisingly light.

It was like an octopus's tentacle, which would contract and curl after detaching from the body. If it continued to lose moisture, it would quickly dry out and become a mass of solid organic matter.

Before it dried, Adam Smith squeezed it again subconsciously, as if reminiscing about his time as a man, his expression quite emotional.

A moment later, he became resolute again.

He had lost everything, but in return, he had gained the opportunity to become a transcendent human. What more could he ask for?

Life was more than half over. He had enjoyed glory and experienced lows as a man. Now, he would see different scenery with a new identity.

Before setting off again, he wanted to settle things with his past completely.

He grabbed his treasure and went downstairs, meeting his wife, who had a furious expression.

Although her once beautiful face showed a few traces of age, it couldn't hide her charm. But now, this face only made Adam feel annoyed and hateful.

"Fuck you, you're not going to work at nine o'clock, you really want to..."

The man's fist struck the blonde woman's abdomen. The immense force made all her muscles tense up. Her two large breasts rippled like waves, her eyes bulged, her small mouth opened wide, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

He then shoved the treasure in his other hand into the blonde woman's mouth, all the way down her throat. Adam roughly closed her jaw, forcefully squeezing the treasure into the blonde woman's esophagus.

"You..." The blonde woman clutched her throat, feeling unable to breathe, and stammered, "You... what are you... feeding me..."

The treasure was stuck in her throat, blocking her windpipe. In just a moment, the blonde woman's face turned purplish-red.

"In your style, just blocking one hole wouldn't satisfy you." Adam Smith scanned the room and walked to the baseball bat in the corner, picking it up.

He kicked his wife to the ground, grabbed one of her legs with one hand, raised the baseball bat, circulated his internal energy, and executed a straight stab with his swordplay.

Pfft!

The thicker end of the baseball bat thrust towards the opening.

The sharp Evil-Warding Swordplay revealed its power in this world for the first time. It first pierced her abdomen, then her chest cavity, and finally reached her throat, successfully meeting with the large treasure.

The entire long baseball bat was inserted into the blonde woman's body.

Within seconds, she stopped breathing. Her body still twitched reflexively, like a fish with its head chopped off.

"Considering how hard you worked to serve me, I'll give you a quick end."

Adam Smith looked at the blonde woman on the floor with a cold expression.

"I'll send all those men you touched to join you one by one. I promise you, they won't have such a quick end..."

After searching the house for cash and bank cards, Adam Smith set fire to the apartment that had once held his happy memories.

The fire raged, and Adam, now in casual clothes, disappeared into the community against the flow of people.

He first went to Chinatown in southern Manhattan and found a tailor shop, handing the hand-drawn sketch to the owner.

"I need a dress like this, made of red fabric."

This was the most vivid image in Adam's memory. Invincible East's red attire became the most striking symbol in his black and white world, like a flame igniting his new life.

"This..."

The tailor shop owner was an elderly Chinese man. He looked up at Adam. Adam's power was still shallow; not only had his Adam's apple not disappeared, but the stubble from not shaving for a night was still visible.

"This is a woman's dress!"

"It doesn't matter. I'll pay double the price. Please start now." Adam threw out two hundred-dollar bills.

For the sake of money, the old tailor didn't ask any more questions. Perhaps the customer was buying it for his wife or lover.

Little did he know that after he finished making it, Adam Smith would change into the red dress right in front of him.

As he left, Adam cupped his fists at the old tailor in a gesture he'd seen in movies: "Thank you!"

Adam Smith, dressed in red, walked through the streets of Chinatown, attracting many glances. But this was free America, where people in strange clothes were common, and even bizarre displays weren't unusual.

He searched the streets for a long time but couldn't find a shop selling cold weapons. Finally, as he passed a martial arts school, he saw swords on a weapon rack through the glass window.

"Boss, I'd like to buy a sword from you."

The martial arts school owner was stunned by this man dressed as a woman. It took him a while to react: "You want to buy a sword?"

"Yes," Adam nodded.

"Have you learned Chinese swordsmanship?" The martial arts school owner's mind raced, and he quickly smiled and tried to sell his services. "If you're interested in Chinese swordsmanship, you can come to our school to learn..."

"I'll pay the tuition fee. Please sell me a good sword." The former Wall Street elite understood the owner's intentions.

Seeing that the customer was willing to pay a premium and didn't need to be taught, the owner naturally had no reason to refuse.

He walked to the weapon rack, picked out a slender iron sword shaped like a Han Dynasty sword, and walked up to Adam Smith. He couldn't resist boasting, "Sir, you might not know, but the Han sword originated from the Zhou Dynasty sword-making tradition and holds an irreplaceable position in the entire history of Chinese swords..."

Upon seeing this sword, Adam Smith's gaze was fixed. This sword was very similar to the one on Invincible East's waist.

This was naturally Lin Hao's own aesthetic.

Adam took two steps forward, grabbed the sword hilt, and drew it out. With a flick of his wrist, he performed several sword flowers. Carried away by inspiration, he also practiced a few moves of the Evil-Warding Swordplay within the martial arts school.

The sword moves were astonishingly fast, the sword shadows flickering, and the cold light flashing. Streaks of sharp intent pierced the air, creating whistling sounds.

"Good sword!"

Adam Smith sheathed his sword casually, tossed some bills, and took the sword from the owner.

The dumbfounded martial arts gym owner hadn't snapped out of it yet.

What had he just seen?

A foreigner with a high nose bridge had performed breathtakingly exquisite swordsmanship right in front of him!

What was Chinese martial arts like in Marvel?

It was a bunch of fake moves combining Tai Chi and Xing Yi, deliberately making Chinese martial arts look like "flashy but useless techniques." They claimed to teach Tai Chi and Xing Yi but didn't even grasp the basics, and they refused to depict powerful styles like Baji or Bagua.

The moves in "Iron Fist" and "Shang-Chi" were less like Chinese martial arts and more like Karate and Judo. But foreigners had no idea that Japanese martial arts originated from China, so naturally, they looked down on Chinese martial arts.

It could only be said that their intentions were damnable.

Suddenly, a set of pure and sharp Chinese swordsmanship appeared, making the gym owner doubt who the actual Chinese person was.

Snapping back to reality, the owner quickly chased after him and shouted at the man in red who was already walking away, "Master, I want to learn martial arts from you!"

Adam Smith ignored him. Having obtained a real sword, he embarked on his path of revenge.

Soon, Adam appeared on Wall Street and swaggered into the securities company where he worked. To the astonishment of his colleagues, he pushed open his boss's office door.

Without a word, he drew his sword and struck.

First, slices of fat were cut off by the sharp sword. Once flesh and bone were separated, a large head finally detached from the plump body.

Blood spurted everywhere, and pieces of flesh flew, staining the white office.

Only a bloody skeleton remained on the chair behind the desk.

After killing, Adam Smith exited the boss's office and then went towards the supervisor who had spoken harshly to him yesterday.

The sword light was sharp, and another pillar of blood erupted.

This person hadn't touched his wife, but he had a foul mouth.

Seeing Adam Smith kill two people in the blink of an eye, the colleagues in the office finally let out screams of terror.

"Murder!!!"

"Who else?" Adam Smith tilted his head and thought for a moment, then realized, "Oh, there's Potter, Billy, Thor..."

He took two steps forward and asked a trembling male colleague with a smile, "Ron, where is Mr. Potter?"

"In... in... the trading hall!"

"Thank you!"

After politely thanking him, Adam Smith went to the trading hall and found Mr. Potter, who was pitching stocks to a client.

He drew his sword and performed a sword move as if practicing.

Once again, flesh and bone separated, and blood and pieces of meat flew.

After practicing a few sword moves, Adam Smith discovered something magical. The swordsmanship he had learned actually stimulated the growth of energy within him as he continuously practiced. This meant that as long as he survived each battle, he would become stronger than the last time.

After a series of killings, the Manhattan Police Department received the news, and police cars sirens wailed as they arrived.

At the same time, the surveillance footage was transmitted back to SHIELD, attracting widespread attention.

Lin Hao watched the drama unfold, enjoying the backend growth of "Essence of Grievance."

"Learned Evil-Warding Swordplay, and it's contagious. American men are really getting competitive..."

Thanks to Dust in the Sea of People for the 500 coin tip.