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

The image of tens of thousands of white swords floating around him before suddenly shooting forth with a single swing flashed through Su Xing's mind.

A smile curled across his lips.

The power of "Myriad Swords Return to the Origin" must be far greater than "White-Line Slash," right?

A torrent of violent information suddenly flooded into his mind. The intense pain twisted his smile, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

At first, Su Xing could still endure the excruciating pain. But soon, his vision began to darken, as though he had fallen into the night. When Su Xing opened his eyes again, he had arrived on the island where he had previously advanced the White-Blade Stance.

No... strictly speaking, it was not that he had come to the island. It was more like he was observing, from a godlike perspective, a little figure on the island swinging his sword again and again.

Every time the little figure swung his sword, a powerful white line appeared before him. Yet he always frowned and shook his head over and over.

Time seemed not to exist here. Who knew how long had passed? The little figure kept swinging his sword, one strike after another, until he seemed to finally comprehend something. His furrowed brow suddenly relaxed. At the same time, he slashed out. The originally thick white line seemed to swell, transforming into a pure white longsword that instantly let out an incredibly piercing hum.

Almost the instant that hum rang out,

A gigantic octopus suddenly burst from the vast sea before the little figure, kicking up towering waves that crashed against the island beneath his feet, making the ground tremble.

Su Xing's consciousness hung in the air, clearly sensing the terror of this octopus. The aura it gave off was still at the peak of Tier Three, but it was stronger than any Priest Su Xing had encountered, and far stronger than Liu Ming. It could practically be considered the absolute limit of the peak.

Even the previous Su Xing would have needed some time to deal with such a monster.

Yet the little figure merely swung his sword lightly. Countless white lines suddenly converged, twisting and intertwining into a massive white longsword that pierced straight through the octopus in an instant. Dark green blood gushed out like a torrent, turning the deep-blue sea green for a time and filling the air with a thick stench of blood.

At the very moment the octopus was struck by Myriad Swords Return to the Origin,

Su Xing's pupils suddenly contracted. His vision broke free from the darkness, and the vibrant colors of reality returned to his sight. He gasped for breath again and again, only coming back to his senses after a long while.

At the same time, weakness flooded his entire body. Pale white motes of energy also surged madly into Su Xing's body. With energy leaving and entering all at once, Su Xing clenched his teeth and cried out as though his heart were being torn apart:

"This advancement is fucking insane!"

The next morning.

The windows stood open, and cool breezes drifted in from outside. Bright sunlight and the gentle wind fell upon the young man practicing swordsmanship, highlighting his sharply defined muscles.

"Phew."

Su Xing exhaled, letting his right hand hang naturally at his side. The tip of the heavy sword in his hand rested against the floor.

Su Xing was bare-chested, tiny beads of sweat dotting muscles that twisted like the roots of an ancient tree.

He tightened his grip on the sword with his right hand and slowly, powerfully raised it. Cracking sounds continuously rang out from his body.

Finally, his arm stopped, holding the sword upright before him.

Su Xing slowly opened his eyes.

He could feel an unending stream of power surging from his waist into both arms before finally gathering at the sword tip, rushing on endlessly like a torrent.

As I am now... I should truly be invincible below Tier Four, right?

A pale-blue system panel floated faintly before Su Xing.

Under [Professional Skills], his sword techniques, Breath Rhythm, and stance—the three basic disciplines—had all clearly reached Tier Three. Su Xing felt as though he had finally been filled up, utterly comfortable and refreshed.

Su Xing took a deep breath, feeling the endless power within him, then instantly slashed out!

Bzzz!

A fierce, surging roar tore through the air. But Su Xing did not stop. Instead, as if in a real battle, he unleashed one slash after another in rapid succession.

As these swift, high-intensity strikes continued to rain down,

Though none of them struck the floor directly, the repeated shockwaves still caused crack after crack to appear across the blue rubber mats covering the sword hall floor. A continuous series of cracking sounds rang out.

If those swords had struck a person, that person would probably have been hacked apart so thoroughly that not even ashes would remain. Even a Sequence User likely could not escape being cut to death alive.

Whoosh!

Su Xing abruptly stopped swinging.

White energy overflowed, gradually covering the heavy sword in Su Xing's hand.

Only now did Su Xing truly understand what it meant for enlightenment to come naturally. His understanding of Myriad Swords Return to the Origin had completely fused into his muscles.

Su Xing took a step forward with a bang, and the heavy sword in his hand suddenly slashed out. An incomparably white longsword formed at a speed too fast for the naked eye to catch, then struck directly against the wall of the sword hall!

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, a huge hole suddenly appeared in the entire wall.

All the dust and debris from the shattered wall were annihilated in an instant, leaving behind no trace. The hole looked as though it had appeared out of thin air.

Bright sunlight streamed through the opening and fell across Su Xing's face. He stared at the huge hole, slowly let out a breath, and muttered:

"The power... if I use the Black Sword and White Blade as well, it will probably be even more terrifying."

Su Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead, pulled the blade back, and sheathed it. Then he walked a few steps to the sword rack and leaned the heavy sword against it.

At this moment, Su Xing clearly realized that he had grown stronger again. His strength had reached the point of invincibility below Tier Four. Even if he encountered a genuine Tier Four expert, he would have the power to fight.

Thinking of this, Su Xing smiled, and his gaze finally refocused on the sword hall before him.

But... once he came back to his senses, he realized that the training hall was a complete mess. Cracks from his sword practice covered the place, and there was now a huge hole in the wall. The morning wind was still pouring continuously into the training hall.

"Hiss..."

Su Xing could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

He had been so immersed in the realization from his breakthrough that he had completely forgotten he was still in the sword hall. Now he had turned it into this state, and Su Xing scratched his head in frustration.

Before the hall master left,

None of this had been Su Xing's concern.

But after the hall master left, Su Xing would have to pay for the repairs himself... The floor alone would cost a fortune, and that massive hole in the wall could not be fixed without spending serious money.

"Forget it... I'll get a repairman to patch it up for now."

Su Xing sighed.

Then he glanced at the somewhat cold and empty sword hall and suddenly remembered that Su Yu and Shen Ruyun had been gone for over a day.

Ever since Su Yu came to the sword hall, Su Xing had seen him almost every day. Now that he could not see him, he was starting to worry.

Still, Xiao Yu should be fine in the organization.

Those Spirit Cultists could not possibly be crazy enough to openly attack the Special Organization's headquarters, could they?

Thinking this, Su Xing merely shook his head. He took out his phone and called a repairman to come inspect the sword hall and discuss roughly how much the renovation would cost.

The next day.

After finishing his online class in his room, Su Xing went to the training hall and saw that the repairmen he had hired had already begun fixing the sword hall with great fanfare.

They were efficient, which Su Xing liked. They were just far too expensive.

Thinking of this expense, Su Xing's face darkened. He could not make such a huge commotion in the sword hall next time, or once he reached Tier Four, would he not tear the whole place down?

Su Xing looked at the dimming sky and thought to himself, It's been two days. Still no news from Xiao Yu?

Another two days passed.

After finishing his online class, Su Xing sat in the training hall in a daze.

The workers repairing the sword hall had already gotten off work. Su Xing was the only one sitting there. He watched the setting sun slowly sink below the horizon, and just as night was about to fall, he could no longer sit still.

Su Xing stood up, brushed the dust from his clothes, and walked out of the sword hall.

As he walked, he booked a ride online. Su Xing planned to go directly to the Special Organization's building to take a look. He knew ordinary people could not enter that building, but Su Xing did not need to go in. He only wanted to make sure that his younger brother was still safe.

Su Xing stood on the road outside the sword hall and waited for about ten minutes before the rideshare driver finally pulled up in front of him in a pitch-black car.

Su Xing had just gotten into the car and confirmed the last four digits of his phone number with the driver. He was about to rest when he suddenly heard Su Yu's long-unheard voice. But Su Yu sounded weak now, and his voice was hoarse.

"Bro, come to the hospital... I have something good for you."

"The hospital? Xiao Yu, are you hurt?"

Su Xing caught the implication in Su Yu's words. But after waiting for a long time without hearing another word, he complained with worry and helplessness, "Little bro... at least tell me which hospital."

Su Xing did not continue asking Su Yu directly, because Su Yu was clearly not in a good state. Even if he messaged him on Feixin, Su Yu might not be able to reply in time. After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone, opened Bai Lan's Feixin, and typed:

"Teacher Bai, do you know where my brother went? He hasn't come home for two days."

For the first time, Su Xing's chat history with Bai Lan contained a reply from him. Above it was a long string of Bai Lan's greetings and messages, but Su Xing had never responded to any of them.

About half a minute later, Bai Lan typed "..." before sending another message:

"I only just received the news as well. Xiao Yu suffered a minor injury and has already been sent to Cang City First People's Hospital for treatment. Brother Su, don't worry too much."

Cang City First People's Hospital, Inpatient Department, Room Nineteen.

Wearing a white-and-blue hospital gown, Bai Lan leaned against the spotless white wall and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.

Logically, as a member of the Special Organization, she should not have told Su Xing where an organization member was receiving treatment. But Su Xing and Su Yu shared a close and unusual relationship.