One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence

"Li Kong, what happened?"

The disheveled man activated the sequence power within his body, barely maintaining Li Kong's soul state as he asked.

From what he remembered, Li Kong might have been his subordinate, but his strength was far from low. He was at least a second-order Sequence user. Logically, he should not have been killed so easily.

Could Liu Ming have made a move?

"Lord Priest... This time, I wanted to control Su Yu's older brother, Su Xing, and use him to make Su Yu submit. But I never expected a mysterious expert to suddenly appear and kill me."

Li Kong's murky consciousness awoke from the darkness. When he saw the Priest before him, he immediately realized that the Priest had used his Sequence to pull him back from the darkness of death. He hurriedly organized his words before speaking.

"A mysterious expert?"

"Was it still the one who killed Shen Li?"

"Did you see what he looked like, or learn his exact identity?"

Faced with the Priest's three consecutive questions, Li Kong thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"It was indeed the same person who killed Shen Li."

"He wore a mask, and he was holding an ordinary wooden stick. I couldn't determine his identity, but... he seemed even stronger than before."

Hearing Li Kong's words, the Priest could not help but sigh.

He slowly rose to his feet and walked to the window. As he looked at the bright white moon hanging in the sky, his mind continued turning over the information Li Kong had given him.

People hiding in the shadows were the hardest to deal with.

Just like the Spirit Cult and the Special Department. If they had openly stepped out into the light, they might have been wiped out long ago. It was precisely because they kept hiding that the Special Department found them endlessly troublesome.

What was more, this person lurking in the shadows was growing at an astonishing rate...

After thinking for a long time without finding a good solution, the Priest finally let out another breath of foul air. He turned around, sat on the open windowsill, and looked at Li Kong's floating soul.

"This mysterious expert will be difficult to handle. I'll find a time to report this to the High Priest."

"Other than that, you said your purpose this time was to control Su Yu's older brother. Did you succeed?"

At the mention of this matter, Li Kong proudly puffed out his chest and slapped it hard, kicking up a cloud of white smoke. He spoke confidently.

"Don't worry. I'd bet my life that it worked!"

"With Su Yu's brother as a trump card, as long as we act, we'll definitely take Su Yu down. Lord Priest, let's move quickly!"

The more Li Kong spoke, the more anxious he became. He knew that although the Priest's Sequence could let him exist as a soul, what use was that? Only He had the ability to reconstruct his body. That was why he had become exceptionally eager to capture Su Yu.

"Heh heh, no rush."

The Priest waved his hand. "You did very well on this matter, but I have other arrangements for Su Xing."

Hearing this, Li Kong's entire body stiffened. Though he did not quite understand, he could only nod silently.

After all, the Priest outranked him.

Seeing Li Kong nod, the Priest smiled faintly and said softly,

"Don't worry. Once this is done, you'll get your share of the benefits."

"For now, rest here with me. As for your position, someone else will naturally take your place."

In the dark room, Su Xing lay on his bed, quietly staring at the ceiling above.

He had indeed grown stronger.

Whether it was the increased number of white lines or the fact that he had killed a second-order Sequence user for the first time, both were enough to prove that he had been constantly growing stronger.

But he had also truly realized something.

The Spirit Cult was a massive force hidden in the shadows.

The fact that the assistant priest's soul had escaped right under Su Xing's nose after he killed him showed that there were people behind that assistant priest who were far stronger than Su Xing.

Most importantly...

Those people had probably set their sights on his younger brother.

At that thought, Su Xing flipped over and rose to his feet. Moonlight fell over his body as his eyes narrowed slightly, radiating wave after wave of icy killing intent. His lips moved as he murmured,

"Then keep coming, if you've got what it takes."

"Let's see if I can kill every last one of you."

The next day,

From the moment he woke up, Su Xing kept an eye on news from the factory.

After all, he had killed so many people at once, including Su Xing's trainees. He had originally thought that someone might come to take his statement or something, but the factory was strangely quiet. There was not even the slightest stir, and there was no related news anywhere either.

This made Su Xing suddenly wonder whether more people from the Spirit Cult had already arrived and dealt with the traces of the killings.

Su Xing did not feel much about it. He merely noted the matter down in his heart.

Afterward, he took out his phone and checked the day's class schedule, intending to start his online lessons as usual.

But when he saw that the schedule was completely empty, Su Xing suddenly remembered that today was a rest day. It was already a day off for the trainees, so naturally the coaches did not need to work either.

Under normal circumstances, Su Xing would have found it relaxing and comfortable, but right now, it made his teeth itch with anger.

Wasn't this wasting an entire day of point allocation time?!

Helpless, Su Xing could only pick up his greatsword and begin practicing swordsmanship over and over again. Although grinding proficiency was far slower than allocating points, something was still better than nothing. Besides, as long as he kept grinding a skill that could not be upgraded with points for the time being, he would never lose out—such as "Thrust."

But the more he swung his sword, the more Su Xing felt that something seemed to be missing.

His strength was clearly increasing, yet he felt as though something was stuck in place and refusing to move. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling even while practicing his swordsmanship.

Su Xing could not quite explain it.

This feeling had started after he broke through to "Sword Breathing lv2."

At first, it had only been faint, but as time passed, it became like maggots clinging to his bones, making Su Xing feel extremely uncomfortable.

The sword hall master suddenly came down from upstairs with a sword engraved with white patterns. His back was straight, and the tip of the scabbard tapped against the floor with each step. He looked as though he was about to practice swordsmanship. In Su Xing's memory, he did not know how long it had been since he had seen the master practicing his sword.

So Su Xing stopped his practice and asked in confusion,

"Master, are you going to practice swordsmanship?"

"Yes, Little Su. I recently realized that I've gone too long without practicing. My coordination between sword forms, breathing, and stance has gotten much worse."

The sword hall master shook his head, seemingly lamenting that youth never returned. Then he looked at Su Xing and suddenly said,

"Oh, right. I just noticed that your coordination between those three techniques isn't very good either. I suggest you practice them more. For a mature swordsman, there can't be too much disparity between these three aspects."

"Sword forms, stance, breathing?"

Su Xing slowly repeated the three words. Then he suddenly thought of the levels of the three skills in the system: [White-Line Slash lv1], [Stance lv3], [Sword Breathing lv2]. It was as though he had suddenly grasped something, and he murmured,

"Could it be... because my Stance level is too low?"

"Could it be... because my Stance level is too low?"

Su Xing murmured in realization.

The master's words had immediately made Su Xing realize the problem he had.

His Stance skill level was too low. As someone who studied the sword, Su Xing knew that stance was also one of the fundamentals of swordsmanship.

The current Su Xing was like a bucket made of three wooden planks. Two planks were thick and long, while the remaining plank was thin and short. Naturally, a bucket made from such mismatched planks would be full of holes.

That leaky bucket prevented Su Xing from bringing out all of his strength. He had not felt it when he killed the assistant priest only because his raw strength had already completely crushed him.

If he wanted to make that bucket whole,

he first had to raise the level of Stance.

At that thought,

Su Xing immediately checked the system.

[Stance lv3]

[Swordsmanship Points: 3]

Su Xing smiled.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

"Mm. Then I'll go practice too. Take your time."

Seeing that Su Xing had taken his words to heart instead of dismissing them because of his own outstanding swordsmanship, the master nodded in satisfaction. Then, with his hands behind his back, he turned and headed upstairs again, secretly thinking to himself as he walked,

"This kid... he really has talent."

"What a pity. He still hasn't entered the martial path. I probably won't have the time to teach him much in the future."