My Saber Is The Rule

Lin Changkong was practicing with great proficiency and felt exhilarated, but was suddenly interrupted by the huge commotion and the arrogant, overbearing voice that followed.

His face immediately darkened, his eyes turning icy.

Being interrupted during cultivation was a major taboo. Although he wasn't meditating to absorb spiritual energy, someone aggressively pounding on the door of his training room was definitely not a friendly gesture.

Hong Ye had said that, theoretically, as long as a training room was empty, anyone could use it.

Who was so blind they dared to pound on his door?

Just as he looked over, the training room door was struck again with immense force, emitting a deafening roar that made the walls tremble.

"How dare you occupy my room, Zhou Qing's room? You're simply lawless!"

The arrogant voice sounded again, even more presumptuous than before.

Lin Changkong understood what was happening. Gripping the Crimson Flame Saber, he walked over and opened the door.

Upon opening it, he saw a gloomy-looking man standing at the entrance, his eyes sharp like an eagle's, staring directly at him with clear dissatisfaction and coldness.

A crowd of onlookers had gathered around, all wearing smirking faces, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Lin Changkong focused his gaze on the man at the door, remaining silent, his face cold as he stared back intently.

The man angrily demanded, "Who are you? Don't you know this training room is for me, Zhou Qing? How dare you occupy it?"

Lin Changkong replied, "Yours? But I heard that as long as a training room is empty, anyone has the right to use it. Why is it yours?"

Zhou Qing snorted coldly, "If I say it's mine, then it's mine. What business is it of yours? You look unfamiliar, new here. What's your name, so ignorant of the rules?"

Lin Changkong continued to stare intently without giving his name, instead saying, "Scram!"

He had been enjoying his practice and had no time to waste on an idiot. With that, he turned and walked directly back into the training room.

Hearing his words, Zhou Qing's face instantly turned ashen, his anger flaring.

He was an elder disciple of the Outer Sect. While not among the top ranks, he was somewhat well-known, which was why he had a training room he often occupied alone.

Lin Changkong's utter disregard for him made him feel belittled. His pride wounded, killing intent surged within him.

"I remember now, this person seems to be a new disciple named Lin Changkong. I heard he's quite overbearing."

"Is that Lin Changkong? The one who swept through a group of Qi Gathering Second Level and Third Level disciples at the New Disciple Martial Competition?"

"What 'swept through'? Haven't you heard? He apparently used some underhanded tactics to win. He was promoted from the Servant Courtyard. If he were truly that powerful, he wouldn't have been a servant before."

"So that's how it is. Isn't he just asking for death then? Zhou Qing is already at Qi Gathering Fifth Level. The strongest among the new disciples is only at Qi Gathering Third Level. Even if he's stronger, he wouldn't exceed Qi Gathering Fourth Level, especially using underhanded tactics. He's no match for Zhou Qing. Isn't he just courting death?"

"Heh, so he's just a greenhorn newcomer. No wonder he doesn't even know these unwritten rules. It seems he really thinks his underhanded tactics are his actual strength."

"Zhou Qing is known for being ruthless. He also has the backing of someone in the top twenty. This greenhorn is probably going to lose a layer of skin today."

Someone in the crowd recognized Lin Changkong, revealing his identity and past deeds, drawing a wave of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing's expression immediately turned contemptuous.

He sneered at Lin Changkong, "So, after all that, you're just a trash who only knows how to use underhanded tactics. So reckless and disrespectful of the rules, today I'll teach you a good lesson.

What are rules, and what is respect for the elder disciples!"

Zhou Qing took a step forward, his Qi Gathering Fifth Level cultivation erupting, his aura charging directly at Lin Changkong.

Lin Changkong, who had turned to go back into the training room, stopped when he saw Zhou Qing's actions and turned back to face him.

Zhou Qing, feeling emboldened, continued to mock, "What, realizing your mistake now? If you do, then come apologize to me sincerely. I might let you off if I'm in a good mood.

But if you want to apologize, it needs to be sincere. So, you'd best kneel and crawl over here!"

Zhou Qing pointed at the ground with his finger, a smile on his lips, as if Lin Changkong had no other choice.

Lin Changkong looked at him and chuckled, saying, "Idiot!"

"Bang!"

The moment the word "idiot" left his mouth, he stomped his foot, launching himself like a meteor towards Zhou Qing.

He swung the tombstone-like Crimson Flame Saber with immense force, cleaving it down towards Zhou Qing.

Spiritual energy surged wildly, empowering the Crimson Flame Saber, and a blazing aura instantly spread, like flames engulfing the heavens.

A single strike, with the force of splitting a mountain!

The smile on Zhou Qing's lips froze before it could widen, then contorted into an expression of sheer terror.

"Hmph!"

He hastily raised his hand, spiritual energy surging madly, and punched towards Lin Changkong's Crimson Flame Saber.

"Boom--"

A violent spiritual energy fluctuation erupted. The Crimson Flame Saber, like a meteor from outer space, broke through Zhou Qing's spiritual energy with unstoppable force.

With a "thwack," the blade flashed, tearing through Zhou Qing's defenses and landing on his arm.

Blood splattered, and half of his arm, dripping with blood, flew through the air.

The immense power continued to press down on him, sending him flying several yards before crashing to the ground.

Before he could land, Lin Changkong had already charged out. The moment he hit the ground, another kick descended from the sky, landing on his chest.

"Bang!"

Zhou Qing's head and feet sprang up from the ground simultaneously, bending inward. He felt an indescribable pain in his chest, with countless ribs broken.

Blood gushed from his mouth, and for a moment, his head spun, his vision went black.

In an instant, silence fell over the surroundings.

Dozens of pairs of eyes watched Zhou Qing, who had been arrogant just moments ago, now lying on the ground with Lin Changkong's foot on his chest. Everyone was stunned.

No...

How was Zhou Qing beaten so badly? This made no sense!

They stared with wide eyes at Lin Changkong, who was bare-chested, his muscles bulging, holding the heavy Crimson Flame Saber. They simply couldn't believe it.

Didn't they say he won first place among the new students by using underhanded tactics?

Didn't they say his cultivation level wouldn't exceed Qi Gathering Fourth Level at most?

What was happening now? Qi Gathering Fifth Level, someone with considerable fame among the older students, someone who could even monopolize a cultivation room, was sent flying with a single saber strike, had a hand severed, and was beaten into this state!

This wasn't a fierce battle; it was a crushing defeat, a complete annihilation.

Are you f***ing kidding me, this is a newcomer?

Since when were newcomers this fierce!

A group of people hastily retreated, their hearts pounding. Especially those who had just openly mocked Lin Changkong, their faces turned pale.

They were terrified that Lin Changkong would discover it was them who had mocked him, their hearts racing, their legs trembling with fear.

Under a sea of horrified gazes, Lin Changkong looked at Zhou Qing, who was pinned beneath his foot, and then said, "Rules? My saber is the biggest rule!"