One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence, Chapter 27

Under the bright white lights, Su Xing leaned quietly against the bed as a pale blue system panel floated before his eyes.

Su Xing took a deep breath, his gaze fixed tightly on [Sword Breathing] in the profession skills section. With his right hand resting lightly against his chest, he could feel his heart beating powerfully, as though it too was delighted by the coming advancement.

"Whew."

Su Xing slowly exhaled a breath of warm air. "Don't disappoint me."

As his words fell, a confirmation window abruptly appeared on the system panel.

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Sword Dao Points: 15]

[Add all points to Sword Breathing? Yes/No]

"Yes."

Su Xing did not hesitate in the slightest.

He had made this decision long ago.

The [Sword Dao Points] on the system panel suddenly emptied. At the same time, [Sword Breathing] began twitching violently as though it had been shrouded in a twisted black mist, making its exact form impossible to see clearly.

Who knew how long passed.

Only then did the black mist gradually disperse, finally revealing its new skill name: [Mortal Sword lv1].

Su Xing quickly glanced at the words "Mortal Sword."

He was already well accustomed to breakthroughs. Rather than relaxing, Su Xing gritted his teeth and began waiting for the coming pain.

The greater the improvement, the greater the pain.

The pain of advancing five levels at once would definitely be intense!

Su Xing clenched his jaw, a savage gleam rising in his eyes.

He felt unimaginable agony radiating from every cell and every inch of skin, as though an invisible pair of enormous hands were forcibly stretching his entire body. At the same time, crackling explosions rang out from within him.

Fortunately, the pain did not last long. After only one or two seconds, Su Xing felt his body return to calm. Just as he thought this advancement had ended so simply—

He suddenly saw the little figure in his mind clutch its stomach, collapsing to the ground and rolling around in agony. At the same time, extreme pain erupted from his abdomen—his dantian.

Su Xing bit down hard and forcibly endured the pain as he shakily rose to his feet. He felt something inside his dantian growing wildly. That violent growth made his body react like an erupting volcano.

The longsword within Su Xing's dantian was the source of this pain. It rapidly grew at an unimaginable speed, as though molded from clay. In the blink of an eye, the energy sword that had originally consisted of only a hilt became a true longsword.

The sword was half a person's height long, entirely black, ancient and heavy in appearance, with a faint cold gleam. The instant the sword finished forming, the pain throughout Su Xing's body abruptly ceased.

Su Xing slowly opened his eyes.

The world in his eyes had changed slightly from before, though the change was difficult to describe.

If he had to put it into words, Su Xing felt that the air conditioner was running more slowly than before. The cicadas and frogs outside also sounded clearer and slower. These subtle changes left Su Xing feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Other than that—

The most obvious thing was... Su Xing had an overwhelming urge to bring the longsword within his body into reality.

Su Xing forcibly suppressed that urge and hurriedly left the sword hall, intending to find an empty place before summoning the sword. He had a feeling that if he summoned it inside the sword hall, one swing might directly demolish his room.

Soon.

Su Xing arrived at an uninhabited hill.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a black longsword abruptly appeared in his hand. Then he swung it fiercely!

Boom!!

Terrifying force cleaved through the air. Amid the deafening blast, a visible ring of transparent ripples suddenly spread outward before swiftly vanishing.

Su Xing looked at the strike in surprise. He knew very well... he had not used any sword skill at all. This was merely the simplest possible slash, and he could not help but sigh.

"What terrifying power."

"What terrifying power."

Holding the longsword in his hand, Su Xing could not help but marvel.

He could feel that his strength had undergone an all-around improvement.

If he added sword skills into the mix, Su Xing's frontal combat ability had likely reached an astonishing level. It should be what Shen Ruyun had called the third tier.

Su Xing released his right hand, and the black sword instantly turned into black specks, dissipating into the air.

It had to be said, this black sword was truly convenient. He could use it whenever he wanted, without needing to carry it around.

Even disregarding all the other improvements—

The improvement brought by replacing the standard practice sword from the sword hall with this black sword condensed from energy was already unimaginable.

With his hands empty again, Su Xing finally began examining his body.

As [Sword Breathing] advanced into [Mortal Sword], his body had also undergone enormous changes. The most obvious was his height—Su Xing could clearly feel that he had grown noticeably taller.

Fortunately, most of Su Xing's clothes were fairly loose. Although he had grown taller, they did not look too short on him.

Other than becoming taller—

The muscles on Su Xing's body seemed to have shrunk, making him look lean and tall rather than like the muscular brute he had been before. Only after taking off his clothes would one see the muscles stamped across his body like refined iron.

Though they had become smaller, his strength had grown greater.

Su Xing could even vaguely sense that both his [White-Line Slash] and [Draw-Sword Stance] had been strengthened by the advancement of [Sword Breathing].

Still, without going through a battle yet, Su Xing could not prove this guess.

"That's about enough. Time to head back."

Su Xing looked at the moon hanging in the sky and let out a soft breath. He turned to leave the hill, only to suddenly catch an unusual scent.

The smell of rust.

Su Xing was very familiar with that rusty scent. He had smelled the exact same scent on that letter.

Have the Spirit Cult people set their sights on me?

Without any hesitation, white light covered Su Xing's palm, drawing a slender white line through the night as he slashed toward the source of the scent!

Buzz!

The white line spread outward. Over a hundred white lines streaked through the night, carrying sharp howls that tore through the air as they viciously slashed toward a bloody shadow at the end of the scent trail.

Just as the bloody shadow was about to be struck, it suddenly split open, and a pair of pale, slender hands reached out from within and grabbed the incoming white lines!

Bang!

Yet what happened next surprised even Su Xing. The white lines, capable of instantly killing any peak second-tier Sequence user, were firmly held in that pale hand like obedient kittens licking their master.

Immediately after—

The five pale fingers slowly closed, and the white lines began to tremble and shatter, producing a series of cracking sounds before being completely crushed into specks of white light.

"Are you sure it was there?"

Liu Ming looked solemnly at Bai Lan, who sat in the passenger seat.

The car he was driving sped toward their destination at full power. Bai Lan stared intently at a hill in the distance for a long while before finally nodding.

"There's no mistake."

"First, I sensed the aura of a martial artist there. Then I smelled the Blood Shadow Sequence. That rusty smell was more pungent than a freshly renovated house. There's no way I smelled it wrong. The mysterious expert is definitely fighting a Spirit Cult blood priest!"

The operation to wipe out the Spirit Cult had not been going very smoothly lately.

However, the special organization had not come away empty-handed. At the very least, they had obtained a list of Spirit Cult members below the rank of high priest. The blood priest Xue Cheng was among them. His Sequence was Number 75, Blood Shadow, and he was a third-tier.

Bai Lan was weaker than Liu Ming, but Liu Ming trusted her sensitivity to energy completely. Therefore, without hesitation, he chose to believe her and slammed the accelerator to the floor, silently thinking:

I hope we make it in time.

Though the mysterious expert had always remained mysterious, and his strength was not to be underestimated, he had never fought a third-tier powerhouse before. If something happened to the mysterious expert here, they would indirectly lose an ally in their fight to eliminate the Spirit Cult. That was absolutely unacceptable!

Blood flowed from the bloody shadow like a river, occasionally making the sound of running water. Only after it slowly flowed into Xue Cheng's mouth did the man wrapped within the bloody shadow gradually reveal himself.

A pale-faced, black-haired man dressed in the white robes of the Spirit Cult stood there. He was Xue Cheng, and he was calmly watching Su Xing.

Su Xing said nothing. His eyes narrowed slightly as he made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the black sword immediately appeared in his hand. From the man before him, he sensed unprecedented power and incomparable killing intent.

This was an opponent far stronger than Lou Zhen, one who required Su Xing to go all out.

"Heh heh, I'm Xue Cheng. Are you the mysterious expert?"

"Not answering? That's fine. I'll know after a little test."