One Sword Kill, and You're the Strongest Sequence?

One Sword Kill, and You're the Strongest Sequence?

Author: Gugutiao

Synopsis:

In a modern metropolis, Su Xing transmigrated into this world.

He had originally planned to start a business and make it big, but he unexpectedly awakened the Sword Saint System. Not wanting to let the system go to waste, Su Xing became a swordsmanship instructor.

He had thought life would continue peacefully like this, until he discovered that this world actually possessed supernatural powers, and that his younger brother was a gifted Sequence User.

From then on, a supernatural door he had never seen before opened before him.

Sequence Users, the Spirit Cult, Them, secret realms, Sequence Beasts—trouble after trouble came one after another.

Su Yu said worriedly, "Bro, it doesn't matter if you don't have the talent to become a Sequence User. I'll definitely work hard to become stronger and protect you!"

Su Xing smiled faintly. "There's no need for that. I can just add points through my system."

Slash—One Sword Splits the Sky.

Thrust—Causal Lock.

Breathing rhythm—Sword Saint Path.

And so, he went to work, taught students, and added points.

Before he knew it, Su Xing discovered that he had become invincible.

Su Xing said, "Sorry, but beneath my sword, whether it's Sequences, the Spirit Cult, or anything else, it's all just flashy nonsense."

July 15th,

The heat had gone mad,

The sun hung in the sky, and the ground seemed to be on fire. Dust that was neither cloud nor mist floated low in the air, making it hard to breathe.

Inside a swordsmanship gym located in the suburbs of Cang City,

The air conditioner rumbled away, waves of soothing cold air drifting down across the training hall floor and surrounding the young people dressed in gray-black training uniforms.

These young people were each practicing on their own,

Some swung their swords again and again, some sparred with swords, while others trained their bodies.

The hum of swinging swords, the heavy panting of physical training, the cries of pain from those struck during sparring, and the cheers of the spectators—

Sound after sound echoed through the spacious indoor training hall. Even the blazing sunlight streaming in through the windows seemed to burn with passion.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp..."

Su Xing tilted back his head. His lips, slightly chapped from spending so much time in air-conditioned rooms, slowly approached his cup. He took huge gulps of the yellowish chrysanthemum tea inside until he swallowed a chrysanthemum flower, then spat it back into the cup.

"Cough, cough... Assemble!"

He pressed his now-moistened lips together, set the cup on the floor beside him with a clunk, then strode toward the students who were training.

The students heard Su Xing's voice.

One after another, they hurriedly set down their training equipment and ran before him. Even the most mischievous students dared not disobey Su Xing.

Because every student at this swordsmanship gym had heard of Su Xing's reputation.

If you obediently listened to Su Xing, he was the kindest, most approachable instructor. But if you showed even the slightest intention of causing trouble, you were finished.

Your backside would definitely get a hard whipping from Instructor Su's wooden sword.

The other instructors did not dare lay a hand on the students, but Su Xing truly showed no mercy. Yet because his talent in swordsmanship was simply too high, the gym owner had always been reluctant to reprimand him.

Su Xing stood before all the students.

He was around six feet tall, and his solid muscles stretched his white instructor's uniform so tightly that it looked ready to burst. Seeing how obedient the students were, he nodded and said,

"Alright, that's about enough practice for today."

"Class will be over soon. Before then, I'll go over the key points of slashing that we covered today once more."

Su Xing's gaze swept across the students before him. Some looked serious and eagerly awaited his next words, while others were somewhat dismissive. Some had clearly let their minds wander elsewhere, their eyes dull and lifeless. Still, they all looked at Su Xing's face together, not daring to slack off openly.

"The most basic slashes are downward slashes from above and upward slashes from below."

"I'll demonstrate them for you. Watch my movements carefully."

As Su Xing spoke, he directly drew a slender sword half a man's height from behind him. Its edge was blunt, clearly unsharpened.

He gripped the hilt, aligning the knuckles of the four fingers holding the sword with the blade facing the ground. This was the most basic grip for slashing.

"After gripping the sword, there are three types of slashes with different levels of force and functions."

"They are powerful slashes driven by the body or shoulder, medium-strength slashes driven by the elbow, and light slashes centered on the wrist or hand to harass the opponent."

Each time Su Xing described a type of slash, he swiftly swung his sword through the air before him. All three slashes stopped precisely just above the floor, their sharp whistles cutting through the air as though the floor would collapse the instant they touched it.

Every student wore an envious expression.

Using a sword was just too cool.

Su Xing's movements were crisp and efficient. After finishing the three slashes, he sheathed his sword again, said a few more simple words, then waved his hand, returned the sword to the rack, and announced,

"Class dismissed."

"Goodbye, Coach."

The students placed their swords back on the racks, then respectfully bowed farewell to Su Xing before scattering in all directions like ripples spreading across a lake after stones had been tossed in. It was as though they feared that if they left too slowly, Su Xing would find them displeasing and make them stay for extra training.

Nearby, a man dressed in the gaudy, colorful clothes favored by middle-aged men stood silently on the second floor of the gym, watching the scene. Only after all the students had left did he speak in surprise.

"Little Su, have you improved again recently?"

"Those few slashes of yours looked much more imposing than they did a couple days ago."

The middle-aged man looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was not particularly tall, but his body was covered in muscle. Time had begun to gray his temples, but it had also given his dark eyes a kindly glow.

"I have improved a little, Director."

Su Xing smiled.

He truly was happy, but not because of the director's praise. He was delighted because his swordsmanship had taken another step forward.

[Teach a swordsmanship class.]

[Swordsmanship Points +1]

This was Su Xing's cheat ability—his system. A pale blue interface suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Name: Su Xing]

[Age: 22]

[Profession: Swordsman, Swordsmanship Gym Instructor]

[Professional Skills: Slash lv6 (Mastered), Thrust lv5 (125/1000), Stance lv3 (12/250), Breathing Rhythm lv5 (450/1000)]

[Swordsmanship Points: 1]

Su Xing had been in this world for twenty-two years.

At first,

He had always believed it was an utterly ordinary world.

Su Xing had only needed to wait until he graduated from college, then he could use the knowledge he had gained from struggling in the workplace in his previous life to start a business and make money. That was until, a month ago, he suddenly gained this system.

The Sword Saint System.

As long as he taught classes, he could obtain Swordsmanship Points.

One Swordsmanship Point could directly level up a skill. Even without Swordsmanship Points, he could level up each skill by grinding proficiency.

Back then,

Su Xing had known that this world was not ordinary.

If it really were ordinary, why would it give him a system for practicing swordsmanship? It couldn't have been sent by mistake, could it?

From then on, Su Xing gave up on starting a business and found a swordsmanship gym where he began practicing like crazy. By today, his swordsmanship had already surpassed every other instructor, making him the gym's most renowned swordsmanship coach.

Although he had yet to discover what exactly was unusual about this world, the salary of a top-tier swordsmanship instructor was not low. It was enough for Su Xing to cover his own expenses and raise his younger brother, who had lost both parents while still in high school.

"Hehe, Little Su, you should be a bit nicer to your students in the future. Customers are gods, after all... Several parents have already come to me to complain."

"And... go a little easier on the floor too. We've repaired it several times already."

"Got it."

Su Xing took a sip of chrysanthemum tea as he replied.

Well, saying it was the same as saying nothing. The director knew Su Xing too well. The moment he heard Su Xing's tone, he knew Su Xing had not taken a word in.

Still, he could not bear to say much to Su Xing. After all, Su Xing had practiced swordsmanship for just over a month and had already become the best instructor in the entire gym. Give him a little more time, and wouldn't he become a world-famous swordsmanship master?

"Oh, right."