One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence, Part 26

Li Yu looked at Bai Lan, who had been staring at the sword dojo as though savoring something, and asked.

This was not the first time Li Yu had met Su Xing.

He had seen him before. Although Su Xing seemed to have changed quite a bit, he also seemed not to have changed at all. In any case, Li Yu could not detect any trace of extraordinary power from him.

But Bai Lan kept staring at Su Xing as if she had discovered something.

"What do you think of him..." Bai Lan pondered for a moment after hearing the question, then raised her face and answered seriously, "He's very handsome, has a great body, and is very manly."

"..."

"I've discovered that you're not just a little jinx, but also a little lovestruck fool. Looks like I need to change your note." Li Yu helplessly teased her, then asked somewhat unwillingly, "Didn't you see anything else?"

"I did."

"You left too quickly and forgot to ask him for his Feixin. I'm going back to ask him for it now."

As if suddenly remembering something, Bai Lan held out her right palm, made a fist with her left hand, and lightly tapped them together. Then she stepped forward with her right foot, ready to head back. Li Yu sighed inwardly and directly grabbed the back collar of Bai Lan's dress, saying helplessly,

"There's no need to trouble yourself. I'll have Su Yu send it to you later."

"You need to stay hidden near Su Yu from now on. The mission comes first, understand? If you delay the organization's mission because you're flirting with men, even I won't be able to spare you from punishment."

"Don't worry!"

Hearing that Su Yu would send her Su Xing's Feixin, Bai Lan stopped in her tracks and forcefully patted her chest with her right hand. Li Yu's eyelids twitched at the sight, as if he could hear the sound of steel plates.

Li Yu silently thought, It seems... I really can eliminate Su Xing from the list of suspects for that mysterious expert.

"Oh, right, Li Yu."

"Although Su Yu's brother might still be an ordinary person, that Dojo Master Li might not be so simple."

At the mention of Dojo Master Li, Bai Lan reined in some of her playful mood, and her tone turned serious.

"You sensed extraordinary power from him?"

Li Yu looked at Bai Lan in surprise. He knew that although Bai Lan was only a third-tier Sequence User and was weaker than him, her Sequence made her especially sensitive to the flow of energy. Perhaps she could see something he could not.

But Bai Lan still shook her head. She raised her right hand slightly and rested it against her chin before saying,

"I didn't see any signs of extraordinary power within him."

"But... I noticed that his expression changed slightly when he saw us."

If anyone else heard Bai Lan's words, they would surely think she was making a fuss over nothing. But Li Yu would never think that way. Almost everyone from the official system learned a course called Microexpressions. Such subtle expressions could sometimes become an important source of information.

Li Yu thought for a while before slowly saying, "That's important information, but we can't conclude from that alone that he discovered us. Just keep a closer eye on him."

"Mm."

"I'll head back first. Be careful here by yourself."

Seeing Bai Lan's appearance, Li Yu's voice unconsciously softened somewhat.

"Alright, don't worry. I'm strong!"

Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, four days had gone by.

During those days, no more murders occurred in the southern part of Cang City. Life gradually settled down. Every day, Su Xing practiced his swordsmanship, attended classes, and bickered with Su Yu. His days were fairly relaxed.

As the murder crisis gradually subsided, many parents in the sword dojo group began suggesting that in-person classes resume.

After all, for the students,

in-person classes were certainly far more effective than online lessons.

The parents also hoped their children could learn something well, but for those students who had merely been slacking off, the end of online classes meant the return of their nightmare.

Su Xing did not really care.

He earned points whether he attended online classes or in-person ones.

But the dojo master believed the matter was not over yet, so he had no plans to resume in-person classes. He merely told the parents to wait a few more days.

"Class is over."

"Bye, Coach Su!"

After finishing today's online lesson,

Su Xing casually packed up the streaming equipment, then sat down on the floor beside it and opened the system panel. The number under [Swordsmanship Points] immediately caught his attention.

[Swordsmanship Points: 15]

"Almost... enough."

Su Xing muttered excitedly.

He could finally upgrade [Sword Breathing] to the advanced level in one go.

He had saved these Swordsmanship Points for four whole days. He hoped the advanced [Sword Breathing] would not disappoint him!

Gathering his thoughts, Su Xing pressed his right hand against the floor and stood up. He patted off some dust that had stuck to his backside from sitting too long and was about to return to his room.

Suddenly,

a sharp whistling sound tore through the air,

followed by the sound of shattering glass.

Something had smashed through the window and flew toward Su Xing on the momentum.

Su Xing had practiced swordsmanship for a long time, and his reactions were extremely quick. Relying purely on instinct, he caught the flying object with one hand. Taking a closer look, he realized that what had shattered the glass was an utterly ordinary envelope.

Su Xing muttered, "To smash a window by throwing an envelope, that's quite some arm strength."

After saying that, Su Xing walked outside the sword dojo and looked around, but he could not see any sign of anyone. Only then did he return to the dojo and prepare to open the letter to see what was inside. But he suddenly noticed a smear of bright red on his fingers.

Blood.

Su Xing knew exactly what it was.

There was blood on the envelope, making Su Xing sense a hint of danger. Yet he still opened the envelope. Inside was only a wrinkled sheet of white paper that looked as if it had been stuffed in carelessly. On it was a single word:

"Die!"

"Die."

"So it was a threatening letter after all."

The word "die" on the letter was formed from tiny drops of blood. From time to time, they slid downward, leaving behind a glaring trail of blood.

Su Xing silently muttered to himself, then casually crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket. He did not even need to look to know that this was definitely the work of those Spirit Cult people who had come to throw their lives away again.

Since he had discovered it in advance,

there was no need to show it to anyone else,

or else there would definitely be another troublesome matter to deal with. Then Su Xing would have to pretend to be scared in front of his younger brother and Shen Ruyun again.

That was far too troublesome.

Of course, even more troublesome than pretending to be afraid was the Spirit Cult coming to cause trouble again.

Su Xing had not even enjoyed peaceful days for long before the Spirit Cult appeared again, and it stirred up quite a bit of anger in him.

"Kill one after another... The Spirit Cult really fucking deserves to die."

Su Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, his right hand clenched tightly around the paper ball in his pocket. The blood inside began seeping through and staining his palm.

His icy words seemed to squeeze out bit by bit through his teeth, filled with chilling coldness.

Before long, movement came from behind Su Xing, and his expression shifted from cold to calm.

With one hand in his pocket, he turned around and saw the dojo master rush out of the room first, cursing under his breath. Su Yu and Shen Ruyun followed after him.

When they saw Su Xing, they all asked what had happened earlier.

Su Xing merely smiled and said with feigned helplessness, "I don't know either. Maybe some kid was throwing rocks for fun. I ran outside just now, but whoever it was had already disappeared."

After hearing Su Xing's words, Su Yu and Shen Ruyun both shrugged. They chatted with Su Xing for a while before returning to their rooms.

Only the dojo master stayed behind. Since the shattered glass belonged to his sword dojo and would cost another sum to repair, he paced back and forth several times over the spot where the broken glass had fallen. He complained to Su Xing for half the day before finally going back inside.

After everyone had left,

Su Xing finally pulled out the hand he had kept in his pocket. It was now covered in blood, all of it having seeped from the letter onto his hand, giving off a foul, fishy stench.

Su Xing walked several steps to the small restroom at the edge of the training hall and turned on the faucet. Listening to the rushing water, he slowly washed the blood from his hand bit by bit.

The Spirit Cult member who had come this time

was definitely stronger than Lou Zhen had been last time.

They were likely among the strongest second-tier Sequence Users, or perhaps even a third-tier Sequence User outright. Thinking of this, Su Xing silently glanced at his full fifteen Swordsmanship Points and muttered inwardly,

If you have the guts, come at me.

After washing his hands, Su Xing shook them five times as usual, then wiped them lightly with a tissue before heading toward his room.