One Sword, Instant Kill—So You're the Strongest Sequence, Section 5

Along the way, only flickering streetlights illuminated the broad road paved with blocks of white brick beneath Su Xing's feet. A chilly wind blew from the small woods beside the road, carrying wave after wave of rustling, swaying sounds, like the faint weeping of the trees.

Su Xing followed the route back to the sword hall.

The small woods beside the road were as quiet as ever, save for the chirping of a few unidentified insects.

Just as Su Xing was about to reach the lakeside beside the sword hall, his feet suddenly halted. Amid the endless insect chirps, he heard the sound of something falling into the water.

Something fell into the water?

Did someone fall into the lake?

Don't tell me someone jumped into the lake to kill themselves? Right outside my home?

Su Xing's expression immediately changed. He casually picked up a relatively thick fallen branch from the woods and ran toward the lake.

If he needed to save someone,

a thick branch was the best tool for the job.

But when Su Xing rushed to the lakeside, he unexpectedly found two men in bizarre clothing walking toward him.

Their outfits were entirely white, covered in strange drawings. They looked like a group of people who had lost their internal organs, kneeling on the ground and praying to an evil god descending from the heavens.

The two men looked somewhat alike, both appearing to be in their thirties. Their muscles were so developed that they stretched their white clothes taut. One was bald, while the other had a crew cut. Both wore somewhat crazed expressions, with unnatural bloodshot veins spreading through their eyes.

They were obviously some kind of fanatical religious nuts.

One of the bald man's hands held a small knife. Moonlight reflected off its blade, allowing Su Xing to clearly see drops of crimson blood falling from it.

Fuck...

What goddamn rotten luck!

This wasn't someone jumping into the water to kill themselves. These guys had murdered someone and come to dump the body!

Su Xing's expression instantly darkened. He tightly gripped the branch in his hand—the only thing he could currently use as a sword for self-defense. He had only gone out to visit the supermarket, so he hadn't brought his sword with him. Yet he had run into two lunatics.

Su Xing's sudden appearance was indeed outside the two men's plans.

Their expressions visibly froze before immediately turning grim. They spoke in words that were impossible to understand, likely a language unique to their religion.

Although Su Xing couldn't understand them very well, he could roughly guess what they were saying from several syllables similar to Chinese.

It was simple.

They wanted to kill him.

Su Xing felt something deep in his blood awaken. He bared a row of chilling white teeth and said coldly,

"Are you looking to die?!"

"Who doesn't know how to talk tough?"

"Let's kill him together!"

The bald man spoke in a droning voice. His words were unclear, but his voice was cold enough to make one's heart ache.

The crew-cut man's muscles and veins bulged all over his body. He nodded slightly, then reached into his pocket with his right hand and pulled out a small knife identical to the bald man's.

The two knives pointed at Su Xing,

continually reflecting the moonlight in the distance onto his face, radiating a sinister chill.

The bald man walked toward Su Xing step by step. Worried that Su Xing would turn and run, the other man did not advance alongside him. Instead, he circled around behind Su Xing under cover of darkness, forming an encirclement and trapping him within it.

"Don't blame me. You saw something you weren't supposed to see. Once we perform the Dirty Ritual for you, you'll definitely thank us."

The bald man approached Su Xing step by step, constantly making that droning sound with his mouth, irritating Su Xing.

Honestly,

the bald man had not taken a young man like Su Xing seriously at all.

Although Su Xing looked strong,

most people nowadays who trained up a body full of muscles only had useless muscle. They had no combat experience. When faced with someone holding a weapon, they would usually be frightened into kneeling and begging for mercy within a few moves.

So he wasn't worried that Su Xing would resist.

His only concern was whether Su Xing would run away.

But this young man seemed truly young and foolish, just standing there without moving. By the time his escape route had been blocked by the other accomplice,

Su Xing had completely become a bird in a cage.

"Hehe, how obedient. Since you're being so obedient, I'll let you die a little quicker."

The bald man was only two or three steps away from Su Xing. He gripped the small knife tightly, ready to kill Su Xing directly, when he suddenly heard Su Xing slowly say,

"Don't worry. My sword is fast."

"What?"

Su Xing's voice was quiet, and he hadn't heard it clearly. He instinctively asked.

But the next second,

he realized that he seemed unable to hear his own voice.

Just as he wondered whether he should repeat himself,

he suddenly realized that he could no longer hear any other sounds either.

The lake flowing past his ears, the insects chirping in the woods, and the occasional distant honk of a car,

all those sounds were replaced by the exceptionally sharp sound of a sword being drawn.

Bzz!

An incomparably sharp slash suddenly rang through the night, mixed with the crisp sound of bones being severed all at once. A great spray of blood erupted like a fountain, floating before the bald man's startled eyes for an instant before mercilessly flying toward the ground.

Using the branch as a sword, Su Xing swung and slashed. White light bloomed from the base of the branch and struck the bald man rushing toward him.

Cut in two with a single slash!

In the darkness, a white line shone with extraordinary brilliance.

Su Xing clearly saw the bald man's terrified expression as he was split in half before dying.

So this is White-Line Slash?

With a hard flick of his wrist, Su Xing scattered the blood remaining on the branch across the ground. Then he turned expressionlessly and looked at the man behind him, whose pupils had contracted in terror.

The man stared in despair as Su Xing walked toward him step by step.

Before he and the bald man had made their move, he had never imagined that an ordinary-looking young man could be so dangerous—a person he simply could not afford to provoke.

"This... um... this is all a misunderstanding!"

Smelling the rusty scent in the air, the crew-cut man swallowed hard. His legs began to tremble, but he tried his best to remain calm as he hurriedly said,

"We're from the Spirit Cult... We did all this so we could meet the great One!"

"As long as you join us... join us, you can meet the great One too! The One can fulfill all your wishes and ideals!"

"As long as you let me go! I can recommend you to join our cult... You will definitely... definitely receive the One's grace!"

"Hehe, grace me?"

"I'm curious whether, when I draw my sword, your great One will come out and grace your worthless lives."

Su Xing said coldly.

He had no goodwill whatsoever toward a cult like this.

"No, no, spare me! Spare me!"

The crew-cut man heard the killing intent in Su Xing's voice and immediately fell to his knees. Wetness began spreading beneath him as he cried out in a trembling voice,

"My contributions are almost enough, almost enough! The One will grant me extraordinary power. I... I can give you this chance to receive the blessing!"

"Please let me go!"

"Hehe, I only want to send you to meet the One. No need to thank me too much."

Su Xing said coldly.

At the same time, he raised the branch high above his head. This was his most powerful slash. White radiance flowed from Su Xing's palm and up the branch, eventually turning into a completely white sword of light.

Die!!!!

The crew-cut man's repeated pleas had yielded no result, awakening within him the resolve to fight to the death. He suddenly threw himself at Su Xing with all his strength, viciously stabbing the small knife toward him.

If it had been yesterday,

before Su Xing's slash had broken through, he might actually have succeeded.

But Su Xing now, strictly speaking, could no longer be considered an ordinary person. His body had grown stronger, and his reactions had naturally become faster as well.

Su Xing kicked the crew-cut man directly in the face, sending him flying over. The man rolled several times across the ground as blood began to pour uncontrollably from his face and body. An extremely obvious dent had appeared where Su Xing had kicked him.

Then the branch in his hand suddenly slashed down. Sword light flashed, condensing into a single line!

Bzz!