One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence, Part 8

Hearing the man's words, a girl raised her hand as well. However, she was broad and dark-skinned, not looking much like a girl at all. She spoke up:

"My parents wouldn't let me come this morning either."

"They said it's dangerous here. There are a lot of videos online, and it even made the news. They said there was a murder case nearby."

Hearing this, the other students were clearly stunned. Their parents had not paid much attention to the news, so they had not noticed the report that had aired early that morning.

"Alright, alright. Since it was your parents' decision, we'll leave it at that for now. When class ends, have your parents come pick you up. Don't go home alone, understand?"

"Understood!"

Hearing the students' reply, Su Xing smiled helplessly.

He had not expected what happened yesterday to directly affect his real life. If the students stopped coming, would he lose his job?

"Today, we'll be learning 'Stab.' But before that, I'll pick a few of you to demonstrate yesterday's 'Slash.'"

"Ah?!"

Hearing that they were going to be tested,

some of the boys immediately let out miserable groans.

Pop quizzes

were always the students' most hated part,

but they were also the coaches' favorite. They could both check the students' practice results and slack off reasonably at the same time. It was simply too satisfying.

After the tests were over, Su Xing taught some more theory and movements before letting the students practice on their own.

Time passed slowly,

and the class soon entered its final moments.

Su Xing stood before the students and slid a heavy sword made of pure iron back into its scabbard, then leaned against the sword rack beside him.

As his strength continued to grow, Su Xing was becoming unaccustomed to those nimble, swift swords. Only these heavy swords felt right in his hand.

He waved his hand and said:

"Class is over. Call your parents and have them pick you up. Don't run around by yourselves!"

"Alright, goodbye, Coach!"

[Taught a swordsmanship class.]

[Swordsmanship Points +1]

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Name: Su Xing]

[Age: 22]

[Profession: Swordsman, Sword Hall Coach]

[Professional Skills: White-Line Slash lv1 (12/2000), Stab lv5 (143/1000), Stance lv3 (12/250), Breathing Rhythm lv5 (468/1000)]

[Swordsmanship Points: 1]

In his room,

Su Xing sat cross-legged on his bed, his back against the headboard. As he wiped down an iron sword, producing a harsh metallic scraping sound, he looked at the system panel glowing blue before him.

After the afternoon's swordsmanship class,

Su Xing had earned another Swordsmanship Point.

Now, he had to consider where to spend it.

Su Xing's first thought was to invest the point into White-Line Slash, because specializing in one skill was the easiest way to raise the upper limit of his strength.

However, Su Xing suddenly realized that after advancing once, one Swordsmanship Point was no longer enough to raise White-Line Slash by a level. It required three Swordsmanship Points.

Three Swordsmanship Points...

That meant at least three days.

Three days was neither long nor short. If Su Xing had no other skills to choose from, waiting three days would not have been a problem. But he had two lv5 skills that only needed two Swordsmanship Points to advance. Compared to that, White-Line Slash was no longer such a high priority.

After all,

Su Xing knew exactly how enormous the change had been when Slash advanced into White-Line Slash.

Advancing his other lv5 skills would surely be an equally huge improvement for him.

Su Xing put down the cloth specifically used for wiping swords, stood up, and spun the sword in a flourish before slowly sheathing it. A resonant hum rang out from the blade.

He had made up his mind.

He would advance one of his lv5 skills first.

So far, Su Xing had two skills at lv5: Stab and Breathing Rhythm. Like Slash, Stab was an offensive technique. Even if it advanced, it would most likely become an offensive method similar to White-Line Slash.

White-Line Slash was indeed powerful.

The offensive technique advanced from Stab would certainly not be weak either, but Su Xing understood that biting off more than he could chew would only lead to trouble. For the time being, he did not need another offensive method to support him.

For Su Xing,

the best choice right now was to gather two Swordsmanship Points tomorrow and advance Breathing Rhythm. Breathing Rhythm was not an offensive technique; rather, it was a technique for adjusting one's physical state during battle. Advancing it might produce a different effect.

With a plan in mind,

Su Xing practiced his swordsmanship in the room for a while before going to bed early.

The next day, during their morning run.

"Bro, your stamina is seriously amazing."

Su Yu lifted the towel draped over his shoulders and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he sighed.

Although he had run until he vomited yesterday while Su Xing had only sweated a little, Su Xing had already run more than ten kilometers beforehand. Su Yu had still felt that Su Xing had taken advantage of the situation.

Yet today, Su Xing had gotten up even earlier than him, run more than ten kilometers first, and then run with him. Even after finishing, he had not reached the point of vomiting. At most, his skin had turned red and sweat kept pouring out of him, making him look like a thoroughly cooked crab.

Su Yu was genuinely impressed by his brother's physical stamina.

"Heh, you're still growing. Isn't it normal for my stamina to be a little better than yours?"

Su Xing said with a smile as he wiped away his own sweat.

Yet his gaze kept drifting toward his younger brother, Su Yu. Su Yu's body was completely flat, without the slightest trace of muscle, but his stamina was far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.

Su Xing silently thought, I wonder what level my little brother would be considered in that world.

After everything that had happened these past few days,

Su Xing had become certain that this world hid a supernatural side. Whether it was his brother's bizarre stamina, the Spirit Cult he had encountered two days ago, or that special department, all of it supported his conclusion.

Sequence users...

That should be the mainstream power system of this world.

They were the extraordinary people the hall master had mentioned before, those who were one with heaven and earth.

Heh.

Now this was interesting.

As Su Xing thought about it, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

With the system, he was destined to step onto the path of the supernatural. If he had been the only one on that path, how lonely would that have been?

Whether they were these so-called sequence users or the Spirit Cult, whether they relied on individual power or overwhelming firepower, to Su Xing, they were merely fish crossing the river, there to witness his ascent to the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Time passed,

and before long, it was afternoon.

Even fewer people came to class today than yesterday. It seemed everyone had keenly sensed the approaching storm. Still, Su Xing did not slack off and continued teaching swordsmanship knowledge conscientiously.

"Alright, we'll stop here for today."

"I know many students have been too scared to come lately, and I understand. If any of you don't plan on coming tomorrow, remember to practice your sword at home every day. I'll upload sword practice videos to the group on schedule."

"Class dismissed!"

"Goodbye, Coach!"

[Taught a swordsmanship class.]

[Swordsmanship Points +1]

"Phew, finally, two Swordsmanship Points."

After seeing all the students leave, Su Xing slowly opened the system panel. Looking at the Swordsmanship Points section, he smiled.

[Swordsmanship Points: 2]

He swung the heavy sword in his hand forcefully, then slowly raised it and slid it back into its scabbard.