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

Over the past five days, Su Xing's daily life had been incredibly regular. Every day, he did nothing but practice swordsmanship and teach classes.

The Spirit Cult had stopped causing trouble, and the Special Organization seemed to have no reaction either. Su Xing had finally enjoyed a peaceful, comfortable stretch of days.

"Phew, class is over, everyone."

Su Xing exhaled a breath of hot air and smiled as he withdrew his greatsword. Listening to the continuous farewells of "Goodbye, Coach Su" through his headphones, he slowly shut down the online teaching equipment. A pale blue system panel suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Blade Dao Points: 18]

Over these five days,

Su Xing had gained a total of eighteen Blade Dao Points.

That was precisely enough Blade Dao Points to advance [Draw-Sword Stance] in one go.

Excitement rose within Su Xing. Every advancement of a sword skill was an enormous improvement for him. Perhaps after "Draw-Sword Stance" advanced, killing a peak third-tier Sequencer would be as easy as slaughtering a dog.

By then... his strength would truly surpass Liu Ming's.

Su Xing suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Just as he was about to return to his room and allocate his points, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. As he walked toward his room, he pulled out his phone and saw a conspicuous text message displayed on the screen.

"Bro, traces of the Spirit Cult have been found near our sword school. Be careful."

"The Spirit Cult is causing trouble again?"

Su Xing frowned at the information Su Yu had sent him.

The peaceful days had not even lasted long,

and the Spirit Cult was already coming to die again.

According to Su Yu, the Special Organization had previously obtained a partial list of Spirit Cult members. However, this person did not seem to be among those listed. The Special Organization guessed that he was a priest under another High Priest.

His target was clearly Su Yu, just like the previous priests.

This time, Liu Ming had resolved to capture the man, so he had decided to personally arrest this priest. A battle would surely break out near the sword school then, which was why Su Yu had told his brother to be careful.

After reading Su Yu's message, Su Xing rapidly typed a reply. "Don't worry. You should be more careful too, Xiao Yu. If he's really hard to deal with, you can come find your brother."

After pressing send,

Su Xing did not immediately turn off his phone. He waited for a while, and only when no reply came did he switch off the screen, slip the phone back into his pocket, and head toward his room.

Click.

With a click, clean white light illuminated the dim room.

As usual, Su Xing walked to the bed and sat directly on the floor beside it. Two or three boxes of biscuits lay nearby. He propped up his chin with his right hand as the pale blue system panel floated before him.

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Name: Su Xing]

[Age: 22]

[Profession: Swordsman, Sword School Coach]

[Professional Skills: White-Line Slash lv1 (478/2000), Piercing lv1 (698/2000), Draw-Sword Stance lv1 (84/2000), Mortal Sword lv1 (57/30000)]

[Blade Dao Points: 18]

"Phew."

Su Xing let out a breath of hot air, his gaze fixed tightly on [Draw-Sword Stance] in the Professional Skills section. He silently repeated his requirements for the advancement of Draw-Sword Stance, hoping the system's sword-skill advancement rules truly worked as he had previously imagined, advancing skills according to his wishes.

With anticipation in his heart, Su Xing shifted his gaze to [Blade Dao Points] and muttered:

"System, allocate points."

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

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Blade Dao Points: 18]

[Allocate all points to Draw-Sword Stance? Yes/No]

Su Xing had noticed that whenever he spent a large number of Blade Dao Points at once, the Sword Saint System would display this prompt, giving him a chance to reconsider.

However, advancing Draw-Sword Stance had already been a decision he had carefully considered, so Su Xing merely said calmly:

"Yes."

Whoosh. The eighteen Blade Dao Points on the Sword Saint Profession System instantly dropped to zero, while [Draw-Sword Stance] on the system panel blurred for a moment. Only after a while did it reappear.

[Your Professional Skill "Draw-Sword Stance lv1" has leveled up to "Draw-Sword Stance lv6"]

[Your Professional Skill "Draw-Sword Stance lv6" has advanced to "White-Blade Stance lv1"]

Su Xing recovered from the advancement and looked closely, only then realizing that "Draw-Sword Stance" had successfully advanced into "White-Blade Stance." He just did not know whether White-Blade Stance had advanced according to what he had envisioned. Judging by the name, it seemed he had succeeded.

At that thought, excitement appeared on Su Xing's face.

Because that meant he would be able to control the direction of his own development in the future. However, Su Xing's smile did not last long. He immediately steadied his mind and clenched his teeth tightly.

The main event was next.

Sure enough, a torrent of violent information flooded into Su Xing's mind like a bombardment. He felt like a rootless duckweed, swept away by an absurdly dense flood of information.

For a moment, Su Xing's eyes went unfocused.

The real world before him gradually blurred, replaced by a vast ocean.

In that ocean stood a solitary island. On the island was a small figure holding a black sword, drawing the black sword and slashing forward time and again.

Again and again, day after day.

Until the little figure finally slashed out with one sword, splitting even the towering waves surging toward him in two. Like building blocks that had lost their core, they immediately collapsed where they stood.

The small figure slowly lowered the black sword.

A flickering white blade shimmered along the black sword, like a strand of sword aura coiling around it, incomparably sharp.

Su Xing's pupils suddenly contracted. The real world before him solidified once more, and he gasped for breath again and again. It took him quite a while before he finally came back to himself.

In that instant just now,

he felt as though he had truly appeared on a small island, practicing Draw-Sword Stance day and night without rest for decades. He kept repeating that monotonous movement, draw the sword, slash out, draw the sword, slash out!

And then...

he had finally found the trick to not needing to draw his sword, creating a new stance that belonged solely to him: White-Blade Stance. His swordsmanship had taken another broad, powerful step forward.

The exhilaration of improvement filled every part of Su Xing's body. He could hear his heart pounding like a drum. Su Xing licked his dry, chapped lips and murmured:

"So this is White-Blade Stance?"

He clenched his fist hard, a grin spreading across his face.

Then, weakness immediately spread from his spine throughout his body. Soreness, exhaustion, hunger... all kinds of negative sensations erupted at once, surging over him like a tide. At nearly the same time, the black sword within Su Xing's body began operating. Strands of white energy wrapped around him before desperately boring into his body.

The weakness brought by breaking through to White-Blade Stance did not fade so quickly, but as the white energy poured into his body, it brought wave after wave of itching sensation. His body kept swinging between the two extremes of "weakness" and "fulfillment." It let Su Xing truly experience what it meant to hurt and be happy at the same time. Perhaps this mixture of satisfied fullness, weakness, and itching was the essence of becoming stronger.

The next morning.

Su Xing stood bare-chested before the mirror.

He extended his right arm and flexed his muscles hard. Each muscle bulged like marble, and the golden morning sun shone upon them. He was like a leopard, brimming with aggression.

Su Xing's muscles had returned to their original size,

but the density and explosive force contained within them were already far beyond what his former self could compare to.

Su Xing casually picked up a white T-shirt and put it on. Then he grabbed a box of biscuits, eating as he headed outside the sword school. He needed to test just how much stronger he had become.

Ten minutes later, atop the hill where he had fought Xue Cheng.

The massive crater left behind from his previous test of Piercing was still clearly visible, making it the best reference for this test. Holding the black sword, he assumed the opening stance for Piercing toward the mountain wall.

However,

this time was somewhat different from before.

A flickering "white blade" shimmered upon the black sword.

Southern Cang City, morning.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, sunlight spilling over the hill and making Su Xing's eyes sting.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, gripping the black sword tightly in his right hand and pulling it back in a powerful motion, releasing a howling gust of wind.

The black sword rested horizontally at his side. The flickering "white blade" on its body glimmered faintly gold after being bathed in sunlight.

Su Xing abruptly stepped forward with his left foot, twisted his hips and turned his body, then thrust out his right arm. The black sword shot forward in a fierce stab, tearing out a buzzing sound as it split the air.

Boom!