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

"How the fuck is this possible?!"

"How is this possible?!"

"Impossible... impossible... impossible..."

"Heh. It is possible."

Just as Thunder Priest was losing his mind, a man's icy voice suddenly came from behind him. His body stiffened as he slowly turned around.

A black sword came straight at him, severing his head and sending it flying. It smashed against the nearby wall like a rotten watermelon.

"Another one earned."

Su Xing slowly emerged from the darkness. He picked up the binoculars from the ground and looked at Su Yu on the rooftop across the way, as well as the Special Organization members who had arrived late. He muttered:

"That should settle it, right?"

"Xiao Yu, are you okay?"

Shen Ruyun rushed up to the rooftop. When she saw Su Yu leaning alone against the corner, reeking of blood, she was immediately startled.

She hurried to his side and checked his breathing. It was deep and steady, and Shen Ruyun slowly let out a breath of relief. Then she turned and saw several headless corpses.

Only then did she realize that the blood on Su Yu was not his own.

There were also mangled corpses sprawled near the doorway and windows. Each had only a single, incredibly clean wound. This meant the gap in strength between both sides had been enormous; the dead had barely fought before being instantly killed in one strike.

"These people... are all core priests of the Spirit Cult."

Liu Ming, Wang Yu, and Bai Lan, who was still dressed in a hospital gown, entered one after another. Wang Yu held a small booklet and compared them one by one before stating with certainty.

All of them bore injuries to varying degrees. Clearly, they had fought their way up from the ground floor. Liu Ming asked:

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. This attack can be classified as the Spirit Cult's second assault. They deployed nearly all of their priest reserves. Only one Soul Priest did not participate in this attack. The remaining priests... all died miserably."

After hearing Wang Yu's report, Liu Ming walked over to Su Yu and crouched beside him.

"Xiao Yu, how are you holding up?"

"Of course I'm fine, Brother Ming. I wasn't hurt this time."

Su Yu grinned. He truly had not suffered a single injury. This had been entirely his brother's slaughter show. He was merely injured and had been lying on the cold floor for so long that his complexion had turned rather poor.

"That's good."

Liu Ming knew Su Yu was injured. He immediately took off his own clothes and draped them over Su Yu before asking, "Can you tell me what happened here?"

Liu Ming pointed at the blood covering the floor and the five headless corpses.

Su Yu nodded. He coughed as he spoke, haltingly recounting the general course of events. Naturally, he did not mention his brother even once.

During the time he had spent lying here, he had already prepared his story. He just had to pin everything on a mysterious expert. His brother was indeed a mysterious expert, so he was not exactly deceiving his teammates. As for whom they would suspect, that had nothing to do with Su Yu.

After hearing Su Yu's account, Liu Ming rested his right hand against his chin and began to ponder.

The mysterious expert had acted again. They had previously concluded that the mysterious expert was the sword hall's master, but the master had already vanished without a trace. Logically, there should have been no chance for him to act again.

So the organization's judgment of the mysterious expert had been wrong from the very beginning.

Then who was that mysterious expert?

And what exactly was the sword hall master's identity?

Liu Ming's brows furrowed slightly. One matter after another had piled up, leaving him irritated.

"Xiao Yu, where's your brother?"

Bai Lan, who had been standing in the back, coughed softly and asked.

She remembered that shortly before the Spirit Cult's attack, she had just told Su Xing about Su Yu. If an ordinary person had been caught up in this kind of danger, something could easily have happened.

At that thought, her already pale face seemed to grow even whiter.

"Oh?"

"Is Su Yu's brother someone remarkable?"

Liu Chang, who had been hiding in the shadows at the back, suddenly spoke. Bai Lan and the others shuddered, clearly startled. They turned to look at Liu Chang behind them, confusion filling their eyes, as though asking, Who is this guy?

"Brother... why did you suddenly come up here?"

Liu Ming looked helplessly at Liu Chang, who was wearing sunglasses.

When the others heard how Liu Ming addressed him, they exchanged glances. Everyone in the organization had heard that Liu Ming had a genius older brother. Because his talent was exceptional and he loved fighting strong opponents, he pestered Li Yu every day.

If Li Yu had not broken through to Rank Four before him, he probably would have been annoyed to death.

"Sigh, I thought that guy wouldn't be able to handle so many priests and would ultimately need my help. Who knew I'd misjudge him?"

Liu Chang sighed and continued:

"Back to the point, you still haven't told me who Su Yu's brother is."

He had spent these past days consolidating his strength and had finally broken through to Rank Four. He had originally wanted to spar with Li Yu again, but then received his younger brother's call for help.

He had only begun learning about the situation in the southern region a few days ago, so he truly did not know who Su Yu's brother was. But since Bai Lan had brought him up in this situation, could he be that expert?

"Um... he's just an ordinary person."

Bai Lan said hesitantly, "I told him that Su Yu was hospitalized here. I was afraid he might get caught up in this attack, so I asked."

Upon hearing that Su Xing was an ordinary person, Liu Chang immediately lost interest. He turned away and carefully examined the wounds on the corpses, no longer paying attention to what they were saying.

Su Yu smiled. "Sister Lan, don't worry. My brother went home a long time ago."

Bai Lan breathed out. "Whew, that's good."

"Alright, since everything's fine, hurry up and recover from your injuries. The day we leave for the capital is getting closer, so we need to prepare."

"You can all head back first. Leave the rest to me."

"Also... Wang Yu, we found a term called Spirit Realm in the materials we confiscated from the Spirit Cult. Help me figure out what it is."

"..."

Wang Yu had thought he could finally rest. Hearing Liu Ming's words, he sighed and replied, "Yes."

Seeing Wang Yu's exhaustion, Liu Ming reassured him, "Don't worry. Once we go to the capital, you'll have several months of vacation. No one will give you any more assignments."

After a burst of bustling footsteps, the organization members finally left the rooftop of the inpatient building. Only the two Liu brothers remained. Liu Ming glanced at Liu Chang, who was still staring blankly at the corpses, and called out:

"Brother, time to go."

"Oh."

Liu Chang stood up reluctantly, an unconscious smile appearing at the corner of his lips. He could feel his blood burning, his heart pounding with a battle-hungry rhythm.

He had not felt this kind of excitement in a long time. He had originally come to the southern region to help his younger brother, then wait for Su Yu to reach Rank Four and have a fight with him. But now... it seemed he had found an even stronger opponent.

"That guy is probably stronger than Li Yu was at Rank Three, right?"

"If I get the chance, I really want to fight him. It'll be fucking amazing!"

Sword hall, room.

Su Xing lay alone against his pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling. In his field of vision, a progress bar was slowly increasing. It had only barely reached one-third.

Judging roughly from its rate of increase, it would take at least two or three days for the progress bar to fill.

Before it filled, the Sword Path Points seemed to be locked. They constantly displayed "Calculating," and he could neither see nor use them.

It left Su Xing's heart itching nonstop,

as though countless little bugs were crawling over it.

His anticipation for this harvest was overflowing. He practically wanted the progress bar to fill in the very next second so he could see exactly how many Sword Path Points he had gained.

After a long while, he finally calmed down.

Lying on the bed, he recalled this battle. Myriad Swords Return to the Origin was indeed as powerful as he had imagined. One sword had instantly killed five priests. It was far stronger than White-Line Slash.

But for some reason, Su Xing could only condense one longsword. He could not summon thousands upon thousands of swords around himself as the "Myriad Swords" in the sword skill's name implied, controlling them at will.

Su Xing felt it was probably because the skill was only Lv. 1. Once he raised the sword skill's level, it would naturally change. But at the thought of allocating points...

Su Xing began worrying again. Between Myriad Swords Return to the Origin, Mortal Sword, and White-Blade Stance, which skill should he prioritize leveling up?

After thinking it over, Su Xing ultimately decided to follow his old approach and allocate points to Mortal Sword first.

That was because the improvements brought by Mortal Sword were the most comprehensive. Previously, every upgrade of Sword Breathing had made both White-Line Slash and Draw-Sword Stance stronger. But allocating points to the other two sword skills would only improve that one skill. Without a doubt, allocating points to Mortal Sword was the most reasonable choice.

With that decided,

Su Xing closed his eyes.

He prepared to make up for the energy he had lost over the day.