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

Just as he was wondering whether the High Priest had forgotten to give him the address and whether he should call back, a sudden pain shot through his head.

The next moment, his consciousness began to fade, and his vision sank into darkness.

When he woke again,

a huge image and map had appeared in his mind.

The Assistant Priest sprang to his feet and carefully examined every detail of the image.

Dense trees and mountains filled the entire map, making it look like some remote forest deep in the mountains. The Assistant Priest let out a heavy breath, firmly memorized the route on the map, and muttered,

"Set out now."

"Try to get there before midnight!"

Sword hall.

Night shrouded the room.

As the door opened, there came a click as the light switch was flipped.

Bright white light dispelled the darkness and spilled into every corner of the room. Su Xing walked alone to the bed, braced his right hand against its edge, leaned his back against it, and slowly sat on the floor. His eyes remained fixed on every change in the system panel.

[ Sword Dao Points: Calculating (96%) ]

"Whew."

Su Xing exhaled a breath of hot air and vigorously rubbed his hands together. His heart still beat powerfully, thudding like a drum.

It would not be long before he could become stronger once more.

After leaving the hospital, Su Xing's thirst for power had reached an unprecedented level.

Because he had learned the Spirit Cult's true reason for wanting to eliminate Su Yu, meaning the two sides were about to enter a fight to the death.

Either his younger brother Su Yu would die miserably, or every single person in the Spirit Cult would be wiped out!

At that thought, Su Xing narrowed his eyes slightly. Thin white lines gathered around him before silently dispersing into specks of white light.

Su Xing understood very clearly.

The people the Spirit Cult sent next would definitely be stronger than the previous priests, at higher realms. They might be fourth-rank, perhaps even peak fourth-rank, or even realms Su Xing had never seen before.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of fear in Su Xing's heart.

Because he had always believed that his Sword Dao would eventually surpass everyone else's.

As long as he was alive,

whether they were third-rank, fourth-rank, or fifth-rank,

whether they were members of the Spirit Cult or the even more powerful being in the Spirit Realm,

Su Xing would cut them down with a single sword.

This was his confidence in and trust in the sword in his hand.

Time passed slowly. After more than an hour, the system panel finally reacted.

[ Energy absorption complete. Fully converted into Sword Dao Points. ]

[ Sword Dao Points: 41 ]

"Finally done."

Su Xing muttered as his gaze fell on the Sword Dao Points section.

Forty-one Sword Dao Points was not a small amount, but considering that each upgrade cost twelve points, it was definitely not much either.

At most, he could raise it by around three levels to reach lv4, but that was still far from enough for an advancement. After thinking it over, Su Xing ultimately decided not to save them up.

He had been able to accept saving points before because, if he did not, he would practically have to break through every day. That would have trapped him in the miserable life of working during the day and breaking through at night. He might as well use his evenings to practice swordsmanship instead.

Besides, it took less than a week to save up a dozen or so points. It was a short enough period that nothing major was likely to happen.

But things were different after breaking through Mortal Sword.

One breakthrough required twelve points, which took him nearly three or four days to save up. If he waited until he had enough to make several breakthroughs like before, he would be stuck with no increase in strength for over a month. And with his conflict with the Spirit Cult intensifying by the day, he would be finished if he encountered any danger.

At that thought, Su Xing let out a heavy breath. The pale blue system panel formed in his pupils.

[ Sword Saint Profession System ]

[ Name: Su Xing ]

[ Age: 22 ]

[ Profession: Swordsman, Sword Hall Instructor ]

[ Profession Skills: Myriad Swords Return to the Origin lv1 (58/30000), Piercing lv1 (1756/2000), White-Blade Stance lv1 (976/30000), Mortal Sword lv1 (795/30000) ]

[ Sword Dao Points: 41 ]

The moment the system panel appeared,

Su Xing's gaze swept over every sword skill under Profession Skills before stopping on Mortal Sword. He took a deep breath and said silently,

"System, add points for me."

As soon as the thought crossed Su Xing's mind, a confirmation window abruptly popped up on the system panel before his eyes.

[ Sword Saint Profession System ]

[ Sword Dao Points: 41 ]

[ Add all Sword Dao Points to the Profession Skill "Mortal Sword"? Yes/No ]

Seeing the familiar window appear again, Su Xing showed no other reaction. He merely nodded faintly and thought, Yes.

Whoosh. All forty-one Sword Dao Points on the Sword Saint Profession System were instantly emptied.

The string of proficiency numbers after Mortal Sword on the system panel first blurred, then shot upward in bursts of three to four hundred points at a time, like bungee jumping!

One system notification after another appeared before Su Xing.

[ Your Profession Skill "Mortal Sword lv1" has been upgraded to "Mortal Sword lv2" ]

[ Your Profession Skill "Mortal Sword lv2" has been upgraded to "Mortal Sword lv3" ]

[ Your Profession Skill "Mortal Sword lv3" has been upgraded to "Mortal Sword lv4" ]

[ Profession Skill: Mortal Sword lv4 (1/60000) ]

4:23 p.m., bathroom.

Steaming mist enveloped Su Xing. Water mixed with foam swirled around his feet before gurgling down the drain.

"After teaching classes in this summer heat, I still need a shower."

Su Xing dried himself with a towel as he stepped out of the bathroom with his right foot.

After only a few steps, a handsome man with soaking wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist suddenly appeared in the mirror outside the bathroom.

Su Xing stared at his reflection, loosened the towel to reveal his body, and inspected his muscles inch by inch. Then he nodded in satisfaction.

The muscles on his body had become more compact. They looked noticeably smaller, but Su Xing could clearly feel the more explosive power within them.

Su Xing clenched his fist hard, producing a series of crackling sounds. Veins bulged one after another, as though endless power flowed through his arm.

After a long while, Su Xing finally loosened his fist and touched his firm abdomen with his right hand. The upgrade to Mortal Sword had produced another sword hilt there.

The new sword hilt stood quietly beside the Black Sword.

It was entirely red, temporarily composed of energy without physical form. Upon closer inspection, he could see what seemed to be a small sparrow engraved upon it.

Aside from its color and pattern,

the sword hilt born this time was exceptionally small, only around one-third the length of the Black Sword's hilt. At the very least, it was impossible for Su Xing to grip it.

Su Xing guessed that the Sparrow Sword was not meant to be wielded in his hand like the Black Sword.

Judging from its size,

it should be used more like a flying sword.

Of course, that was only Su Xing's guess.

What it was truly like would have to wait until it was fully born before he could know for certain.

But one thing was certain now.

Its power would definitely surpass that of the Black Sword!

Su Xing walked over to the bed, quickly got dressed, and headed out of the sword hall.

This time, the period of enlightenment after adding points had lasted unexpectedly long. By the time he opened his eyes again and climbed out of bed, it was already time to teach. So, after finishing his classes and taking a shower, Su Xing prepared to head out and test the specific changes in himself.

Ten minutes later, on a hill.

Su Xing stood on the hill and looked down below. Taking a deep breath, he loosely clenched his right hand. Dark gray energy motes suddenly drifted toward him, and in an instant, the Black Sword formed in his right hand.

He raised the Black Sword and held it horizontally before him, his gaze sweeping over it inch by inch. The Black Sword had become darker, heavier, and sharper.