One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence, Part 4

"But you don't need to worry too much. I'm just telling you to keep an eye on it."

"Before my master died, he told me that some people are born in harmony with heaven and earth. Once they reach a certain age, they naturally develop miraculous powers. Maybe your younger brother is one of them."

The hall master drained his tea in one gulp and said,

"However... according to my master, people like that had already vanished completely during the Zhu Family's time. It has been several centuries since the last extraordinary person who was in harmony with heaven and earth."

"So don't overthink it. Maybe I simply misjudged him."

After saying that, the hall master casually picked up a sword, hooked a teapot away with it, stepped left with his right foot and right with his left, then staggered into the room. His white beard swayed back and forth, making him look as though he had drunk some counterfeit liquor.

Su Xing remained where he was, thinking over the hall master's words.

He felt that... this sounded exactly like the kinds of novels he had read in his previous life—spiritual energy revival, the arrival of sequences, or even countdowns to crossing between two worlds.

Could it be that this world really was undergoing changes he knew nothing about? Had he been left behind by the tide of the world's evolution?

A faint blue light flickered in Su Xing's eyes.

He stared fixedly at the panel before him, slowly rose to his feet, pulled out the most comfortable sword from nearby, and swung it twice through the air, producing two metallic hums.

No.

Su Xing would not be left behind by the world.

He would use the sword in his hand to tell everyone

who was truly the strongest.

System, add a point for me!

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Name: Su Xing]

[Age: 22]

[Profession: Swordsman, Sword Hall Coach]

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

[Sword Dao Points: 1]

As Su Xing's thought fell,

the Sword Dao Point on the panel in his vision instantly dropped to zero.

[Professional Skills: Slash lv6 (Mastered)] suddenly blurred. Su Xing could vaguely see the two characters for "Slash" twitching and twisting wildly, as if they had gone mad and were transforming into something else.

The two characters instantly became three. It happened so fast that it was over in the blink of an eye.

Buzz!

A sword cry suddenly rang out in Su Xing's mind.

At the same time, the blur on the system panel became clear once more.

[Congratulations, you have advanced from "Swordsman" to "Swordmaster"]

[Congratulations, your professional skill "Slash lv6" has advanced to "White-Line Slash lv1"]

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Name: Su Xing]

[Age: 22]

[Profession: Swordmaster, Sword Hall Coach]

[Professional Skills: White-Line Slash lv1 (1/2000), Thrust lv5 (125/1000), Stance lv3 (12/250), Breathing Rhythm lv5 (/1000)]

[Sword Dao Points: 0]

Before Su Xing had time to think about what this "White-Line Slash" even was, his head felt as though it were about to split apart. Intense pain spread from within, as if a massive amount of information had flooded into his mind, making him let out a muffled groan.

Su Xing frowned tightly and pressed hard against his temples with his right hand, trying to ease the pain. Only after more than a full minute did he finally let out a heavy breath.

That really hurt.

Su Xing had never felt anything like this during a breakthrough before.

Just now, a little person in Su Xing's mind had repeatedly practiced the move "Slash." Who knew how many years had passed before it perfected that move without a single flaw, finally comprehending the new sword technique, "White-Line Slash."

It felt as if Su Xing had experienced it himself, as though he had truly spent years practicing "Slash" before ultimately comprehending "White-Line Slash." Every swordsmanship technique and movement principle had fused into Su Xing's body bit by bit, without reservation.

"This feeling of rapid improvement..."

"It's truly addictive."

Su Xing held the sword in his hand and muttered blankly.

However, in the next second, an intense hunger and thirst washed over him.

This was bad!

"This feeling of rapid improvement..."

"It's truly addictive."

Su Xing held the sword in his hand and muttered blankly.

However, in the next second, an intense hunger and thirst washed over him.

This was bad!!!

Su Xing suddenly felt as though he could no longer control his body. Every muscle in his body began to ache, as if he had stayed awake for days and nights on end. Even moving felt unbearably exhausting.

At the same time,

Su Xing's stomach kept rumbling. Cramping pains struck from time to time, and he felt like a beast, as if his stomach could swallow anything.

Su Xing hurried to the table, grabbed the kettle containing the remaining tea, and gulped it all down.

Water was surprisingly filling.

After a whole kettle of tea went down his throat, Su Xing's complexion visibly improved. His hunger eased considerably, though he could still feel the weakness in his muscles. He needed to eat something with calories.

Su Xing hurriedly set down the kettle in his hand with a clang, then ran toward his room.

Since Su Xing usually trained heavily,

he had specially stocked his room with a large amount of meat and carbohydrates.

The moment Su Xing returned to his room, he yanked out the box where he stored his food. He was in such a hurry that food spilled all over the floor, but he did not care. Anything he could eat raw, he immediately picked up and stuffed into his mouth.

He grabbed handful after handful of bananas and ate them.

Su Xing buried his head in food. Beef jerky, pork jerky, protein bars, compressed biscuits, bananas—piles of food in all kinds of packaging disappeared into his stomach.

He did not stop until he had eaten nearly two-thirds of the box's contents.

Only then did Su Xing let out a full burp and lean half against the bed. The floor was a complete mess, covered in wrappers, fruit peels, and biscuit crumbs.

"Burp!"

"So dry. I should eat something hot when I get the chance."

Su Xing grumbled inwardly, slowly stood up, picked up a broom beside him, and gave the floor a quick sweep. Then he took off his clothes, revealing muscles as defined as marble, and took a quick shower.

After leaving the bathroom, Su Xing glanced at his nearly depleted food supplies. After thinking for a moment, he picked up a backpack nearby and stuffed in some protein bars and biscuits to keep himself from going hungry on the way. Then he got dressed and headed out to restock at the supermarket.

Before long,

Su Xing had filled an entire backpack with food and was ready to return.

On the way back from the supermarket, not only did Su Xing's legs never stop moving, but neither did his mouth. From time to time, he would take out a protein bar from his backpack, hold it in his hand, and bite into it bit by bit. Mere minutes after finishing one, he would eat another biscuit.

Although he was no longer as starving as before, Su Xing still vaguely felt weak and exhausted.

It was as though this breakthrough had directly drained his body dry, and he needed to continuously replenish his energy through eating to make up for the deficit.

It was actually easy to understand.

Although Sword Dao Points allowed Su Xing to directly gain several years' worth of swordsmanship understanding, as well as the body he would have developed through years of sword training,

such growth required a corresponding amount of energy. The human body could usually only obtain energy from food, so every time Su Xing improved, he had to gorge himself to make up for the missing energy until it was fully replenished.

Su Xing could feel it.

Not only had his understanding of the sword move "Slash" deepened, but his muscles had also grown stronger.

Although

developing into a muscular brute like this

was somewhat at odds with Su Xing's image of an ethereal sword immortal.

But Su Xing knew that this was the right path. No matter what weapon one used or what techniques one wielded, physical fitness and muscular strength would always be the foundation of all techniques.

An ordinary person, no matter whether they held a sword, a blade, or any other cold weapon, could never defeat a trained fighter with bare hands.

Night fell.

The sword hall was located in a remote area. There were few people around even during the day, and it was even quieter at night.