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Chapter 110 Desperate Measures: Zhang Su Kills Two with a Single Sword Strike!
Chapter 110 Desperate Measures: Zhang Su Kills Two with One Sword!
"Third Uncle!"
Ouyang Jing's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.
He stared blankly at the corpse lying on the ground, completely motionless.
That was the number one master of the Hidden Sword Manor ,
the one he had looked up to since childhood. His third uncle
, Ouyang Pu, a legend of the Hidden Sword Manor, the renowned "Little Sword God" in the martial arts world. Ouyang Jing still remembered how
his
third uncle taught him to hold a sword when he was a child.
His third uncle's hands were steady, his voice was soft, and every word seemed to be engraved in his bones.
"Practice swordsmanship by first practicing the heart. If the heart is not upright, the sword will not be upright."
Ouyang Jing had remembered this sentence for more than ten years.
But now, the person who taught him to hold a sword, the figure he had looked up to for more than ten years, had fallen into a pool of blood.
In the end, he was dead?
Ouyang Jing's mind went blank, as if the whole world had lost its sound at this moment.
"Third Master—dead?"
Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui seemed unable to believe the scene before them.
Zhou Sandao's face turned deathly pale.
Jiang Kui wasn't much better off; his body trembled slightly, and a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
They were people of the martial world, naturally aware of the "Little Sword God's" formidable reputation.
He was a powerful figure, how could he be dead?
And with just one sword strike, Ouyang Pu was dead.
One sword strike!
Zhou Sandao subconsciously recalled the scene just now.
A flash of sword light, a flurry of sword shadows, and then the Third Master of the Manor fell.
He hadn't even seen how Zhang Su drew his sword.
That speed, that precision, that suffocating pressure—it was simply not something a mere Transformation Realm martial artist could possess.
Was Ouyang Pu unworthy of his reputation, or was Zhang Su simply too strong?
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing deep fear in each other's eyes.
If this were in the martial arts world, the two would have run away by now .
As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope."
Running away when you can't win is the most basic rule of survival.
But now, they can't run.
If they dared to run, Zhang Su wouldn't spare them, and neither would the Hidden Sword Manor.
Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui secretly glanced around.
Hidden Sword Manor warriors stood around the training ground; although they hadn't surrounded them, they had blocked all the exits.
Moreover, there was Zhang Su in front of them.
The one who killed Ouyang Pu with a single sword strike.
The two felt that this time, their chances of survival were slim.
"This Zhang Su—is he really an inner disciple of the Guiyuan Sect?"
Even the usually composed Shen Mufeng gasped.
He considered himself well-informed; what kind of genius hadn't he seen in the Medicine Valley?
But Zhang Su's sword strike had truly shocked him.
Shen Mufeng's gaze was fixed on Zhang Su, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
He held himself in high esteem, considering himself a top genius even among the inner disciples of Medicine Valley.
He believed he could rival any disciple from the Guiyuan Sect or the Five Elements Sect.
Aside from the sect's prodigies, he didn't think he was inferior to anyone.
But what did he see now?
Zhang Su, an inner disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, killed Ouyang Pu, the "Little Sword God" of Hidden Sword Manor, with a single
sword strike. Especially since Ouyang Pu had used the Sword Nurturing Technique.
Having nurtured his sword for three years, how terrifying would that strike be once drawn, given Ouyang Pu's cultivation level?
Although Shen Mufeng hadn't personally experienced it, just standing aside and feeling that aura sent chills down his spine.
He asked himself, if he were standing opposite Ouyang Pu, would he be confident in withstanding that sword strike?
Probably—he couldn't!
The mental impact of the Sword Nurturing Technique was enough to cause any Transformation Realm martial artist to lose their composure.
And in that instant of loss of composure, Ouyang Pu's sword would follow, and trying to defend under such circumstances was nothing short of a fool's dream.
However, Zhang Su not only blocked the attack but also killed Ouyang Pu.
Shen Mufeng's gaze swept over Zhang Su, trying to find a clue on his face.
But Zhang Su's expression remained calm from beginning to end.
Killing Ouyang Pu seemed to be a trivial matter to him.
This calmness was incredibly oppressive.
Could it be that Zhang Su was not an ordinary inner disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, but—a prodigy?
A thought flashed through Shen Mufeng's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.
That was absolutely impossible!
The status of a sect's prodigy was extremely prestigious; it was impossible for them to come to Hidden Sword Manor alone.
Prodigies were the most core disciples of each sect, future candidates for sect leader, and the pillars of the sect.
How could such a disciple come to Medicine Valley's territory alone?
But if he wasn't a sect's prodigy, why was Zhang Su so strong?
Shen Mufeng couldn't understand.
Meanwhile, Ouyang Zhi, who had just been so arrogant, now had a flushed face but couldn't utter a word.
That was her third uncle, the future Dan Jin master of Hidden Sword Manor.
Ouyang Zhi had known how powerful her third uncle was since she was a child.
Her father had said that her third uncle was the most talented swordsman in Hidden Sword Manor in the past hundred years.
The elders had also said that her third uncle was the only one who had a chance to inherit his mantle.
Ouyang Zhi had always been proud of her third uncle.
In Medicine Valley, she had often talked about her third uncle's deeds.
What about how he single-handedly killed ten Hua Jin masters, what about his unparalleled sword-nurturing skills?
But now, her third uncle was dead.
Dead at the hands of a young man about her age.
One sword.
Just one sword.
And yet, her third uncle actually died at Zhang Su's hands?
Ouyang Zhi's eyes were a little red, but she bit her lip tightly, not letting herself make a sound.
She was unwilling.
But she dared not say anything.
Just now she was shouting that this was Medicine Valley's territory, that Zhang Su shouldn't be so presumptuous here.
Now her third uncle's body lay in a pool of blood.
What could she say?
Ouyang Chuan, the master of Hidden Sword Manor, was now trembling almost imperceptibly with his hands.
His hands were hidden in his sleeves, unseen by anyone.
But the trembling was real.
No matter how calm he appeared on the surface, a storm raged within him.
He had sent Ouyang Pu to fight to ensure everything went smoothly.
Ouyang Chuan had sent his third brother precisely to deny Zhang Su any chance.
He wanted to eliminate this trouble in the cleanest and most efficient way.
But he never imagined that this decision would lead to Ouyang Pu's death.
If he had known this would be the outcome, he would have preferred to hand over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui.
A Ming Jin martial artist and an An Jin martial artist were no match for Ouyang Pu, a peak Hua Jin master.
Moreover, Ouyang Pu might be the future Dan Jin master of Cangjian Manor.
How could he explain Ouyang Pu's death to the clan elders?
The clan elders were the only Dan Jin master in Cangjian Manor, and they regarded Ouyang Pu as their successor.
Ouyang Chuan recalled the look in the clan elders' eyes when they mentioned Ouyang Pu—that expectation, that satisfaction, that sense of fulfillment that "Cangjian Manor has a worthy successor."
But now, all of that is ruined.
Ouyang Chuan dared not imagine the fury the elders would feel if they knew this.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Now was not the time to think about such things.
The current situation had to be dealt with first.
"Snap."
Zhang Su sheathed his sword.
He glanced at Ouyang Pu lying in a pool of blood.
His gray robe was soaked with blood, his gaunt face was tilted to one side, his eyes half-open, as if he hadn't yet realized he was dead.
Although Ouyang Pu had died by his sword, Zhang Su still wanted to praise Ouyang Pu's swordsmanship.
This "Sword Nourishing Technique" could actually create an impact on the mental level.
If Zhang Su hadn't had two divine intents, the outcome today would have been uncertain.
The attack method of the Sword Nourishing Technique was different from any opponent he had encountered before.
It didn't target the body, but went straight for the mind.
If he hadn't condensed two divine intents, that momentary lapse in concentration would have been enough to kill him.
"Sword Nourishing Technique—it should be of great use to me in condensing my martial arts true intent!"
This thought flashed through Zhang Su's mind.
His gaze fell upon Ouyang Chuan.
"Master Ouyang, is there anyone else who wishes to spar with me?"
Zhang Su's voice echoed through the training ground.
No one dared to answer.
The guards of Hidden Sword Manor lowered their heads, not daring to even glance at Zhang Su.
Those martial artists who were usually so arrogant now shrank back, wishing they could disappear into the crowd.
Zhang Su then looked at Shen Mufeng.
His gaze was calm.
But that one glance made Shen Mufeng's expression stiffen.
Shen Mufeng's lips twitched, forcing a smile.
"Don't misunderstand, I've only come to Hidden Sword Manor to request a sword. I won't interfere in sparring."
His voice was somewhat dry, a stark contrast to his previous gentle demeanor.
As Shen Mufeng spoke, he unconsciously took a half-step back.
He wasn't afraid.
He was—
well, he was indeed a little afraid.
He knew Ouyang Pu's strength; even several of him might not be a match for him.
But Zhang Su killed Ouyang Pu with a single sword strike.
The difference in skill was immense.
Although Shen Mufeng was arrogant, he wasn't stupid.
To knowingly charge forward when you can't win is the act of a reckless fool, not a martial artist.
"Senior Brother Shen, you—"
Ouyang Zhi stared at Shen Mufeng in shock.
In her memory, Shen Mufeng had always been that composed and elegant senior brother.
No matter what happened, he could always handle it with a smile and never lost his composure.
But now, the smile on Shen Mufeng's face was incredibly stiff, and even his voice had changed.
In her heart, the incredibly tall and imposing Shen Mufeng actually had this side to him?
Zhang Su's single glance was enough to make Shen Mufeng lower his head.
Was this still the spirited senior brother from Medicine Valley?
Ouyang Zhi's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she found herself unable to utter a word.
As for Lin Caiwei beside Shen Mufeng, she didn't even dare to look at Zhang Su and hid behind Shen Mufeng.
Although she was also a Transformation Realm martial artist, she probably had never even seen blood.
As for Ouyang Zhi—
needless to say.
Before, she had been aggressive and domineering, but now she lowered her head and didn't even dare to meet Zhang Su's gaze.
It wasn't that she didn't want to speak.
She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would reveal her fear.
"Master Ouyang, if no one wants to spar with you, can I take Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui with me?"
Zhang Su's voice rang out again.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui's expressions changed drastically.
They exchanged a glance, both seeing despair in each other's eyes.
Zhou Sandao's lips trembled, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and dripping onto the bluestone slab.
Jiang Kui swayed, almost losing his balance.
"Third Young Master, save us—"
The two, as if grasping at a last straw, knelt down and kowtowed to Ouyang Jing.
"Bang, bang, bang. "
Their foreheads struck the bluestone slab with dull thuds.
After a few thuds, blood seeped from their foreheads.
Their tone was incredibly sincere.
"Third Young Master, we've done so much for Hidden Sword Manor, you can't just stand by and watch us die!"
"Third Young Master, I beg you! If you just say the word, the Manor Master will definitely protect us!"
Zhou Sandao's voice was choked with sobs.
Ouyang Jing's expression, however, was grim.
His gaze swept over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui, his eyes filled with disgust and anger.
He had previously thought that bringing Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui to Cangjian Manor would make them his right-hand men.
The two had been roaming the martial world for years, were experienced, and efficient.
Ouyang Jing thought he had found two treasures.
However, this had attracted Zhang Su, indirectly causing the death of his third uncle.
Ouyang Jing was furious.
He wished he could kill these two men himself.
"Get out!"
Ouyang Jing kicked them both away.
The kick was powerful; Zhou Sandao rolled on the ground, and Jiang Kui was sent flying several steps.
It was all because of these two that Cangjian Manor had suffered this calamity.
Ouyang Jing now truly regretted it.
He regretted taking them in in the first place.
He regretted not handing them over sooner.
Jiang Kui, kicked away by Ouyang Jing, felt a dull pain in his chest, but he didn't care.
He lay on the ground, raised his head, and his gaze swept over everyone present.
Zhang Su stood there, his face calm.
Ouyang Chuan stood there, his face grim.
Shen Mufeng and the others stood there, indifferent.
The guards of Cangjian Manor stood there, expressionless.
Jiang Kui already understood that Cangjian Manor would likely abandon him as well.
Today, he was doomed!
But Jiang Kui didn't want to die.
Zhou Sandao felt the same way.
He lay on the ground, exchanging a glance with Jiang Kui.
A fierce glint flashed in both their eyes.
They were ruthless figures in the martial world, willing to pay any price to survive.
Loyalty and gratitude were worthless in the face of death.
With just a glance, they seemed to understand each other.
So, Jiang Kui and Zhou Sandao suddenly sprang to their feet and rushed towards Ouyang Jing almost instantly.
Their movements were astonishingly fast, a stark contrast to their previous fearful demeanor.
At the same time, Jiang Kui drew his sword.
It was a broad-backed short sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Ouyang Jing also knew martial arts, even reaching the peak of the Dark Force realm, but he hadn't grasped the variations of internal energy, which was why he hadn't yet become a Transformation Force martial artist.
Under normal circumstances, if Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui attacked, Ouyang Jing's strength should have been sufficient to handle it.
But precisely at this moment, Ouyang Jing was furious beyond measure. He never expected that the usually obsequious Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui would dare to attack him.
Ouyang Jing was still thinking about his third uncle and was completely unprepared.
By the time he reacted, Jiang Kui had already rushed in front of him.
A cold blade pressed against his neck.
Ouyang Jing reacted slightly too slowly, and Jiang Kui immediately held a knife to his throat.
The sharp blade had even cut a bloody gash on his neck, with blood seeping out.
Ouyang Jing felt a chill on his neck, followed by a sharp pain.
At this moment, everyone from Hidden Sword Manor was stunned by this turn of events.
"How dare you! How could you dare?"
a guard exclaimed.
"Release the Third Young Master at once!"
"You two are ungrateful bastards, how dare you kidnap the Third Young Master?"
Several guards took two steps forward, then stopped abruptly.
Ouyang Jing also reacted at this moment.
But he dared not move.
The knife was against his neck, the sharp blade pressed against his skin, and he could clearly feel the chill.
At this moment, Jiang Kui and Zhou Sandao were like wounded lone wolves, their eyes filled with madness.
They were truly capable of making a move.
Ouyang Jing could see this from their eyes.
If he dared to move now, Jiang Kui would definitely slit his throat with a single stroke.
Ouyang Jing regretted it deeply.
How could he have brought these two into the Hidden Sword Manor?
"Retreat, all of you retreat! Otherwise, I'll kill Ouyang Jing!"
Jiang Kui's voice was slightly hoarse.
The knife in his hand was firmly pressed against Ouyang Jing.
He didn't give Ouyang Jing any chance.
At this moment, Jiang Kui truly showed the skills he had developed over so many years in the martial world.
Zhou Sandao stood beside Jiang Kui, warily watching their surroundings.
"Retreat, retreat! Jiang Kui, Zhou Sandao, don't be impulsive—"
Ouyang Chuan wished he could tear the two of them to pieces.
But now, he couldn't act impulsively; he had to keep them calm.
After all, Ouyang Jing was his most outstanding son, especially in martial arts. Breaking through to the Transformation Realm was definitely not a problem, and there was even a sliver of hope of reaching the Core Formation Realm. Ouyang
Pu was already dead, and he didn't want Ouyang Jing to die too.
Otherwise, the Hidden Sword Manor would truly have no successor.
Ouyang Chuan took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible.
"Jiang Kui, release Jing'er, and I promise you'll leave safely."
"I just want to live, don't force me—"
Jiang Kui and Zhou Sandao slowly retreated step by step.
They moved towards the edge of the training ground, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, searching for an escape route.
Just then, Zhang Su laughed.
The laughter was soft, but exceptionally clear in the tense atmosphere.
He approached the two step by step, seemingly unconcerned about their threats.
Jiang Kui couldn't help but roar, "Zhang Su, stop! Stop now! Otherwise, I'll really kill Ouyang Jing, and we'll both die!"
He pressed his knife against Ouyang Jing's neck again, deepening the bloodstain.
"Jiang Kui, Zhou Sandao, what does your kidnapping of Ouyang Jing have to do with me?"
Zhang Su's voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads.
He showed no intention of stopping, continuing to approach them step by step.
Jiang Kui and Zhou Sandao were startled.
Yes, what did their kidnapping of Ouyang Jing have to do with Zhang Su?
Zhang Su had just killed Ouyang Pu, the third master of Cangjian Manor, so why would he care about Ouyang Jing's life or death?
Zhang Su was here to kill them.
Whether Ouyang Jing lived or died was completely unimportant to Zhang Su.
The two hesitated.
But in that moment of hesitation, Zhang Su drew his sword.
"Clang."
The sound of the sword was crisp and rapid.
A dazzling sword light flashed in the void.
The sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard from the sword light.
Jiang Kui reacted quickly.
He sensed the danger and subconsciously tried to swing his knife to block.
However, no matter how fast his reaction was, it was not as fast as Zhang Su's sword.
"Pfft."
Zhang Su only drew his sword once, but two sword shadows slashed across Zhou Sandao's and Jiang Kui's necks respectively.
The sword shadows flashed and disappeared, so fast that almost no one could see them clearly.
Only the afterimages left by the sword light slowly dissipated in the air.
Jiang Kui felt a chill on his neck.
He subconsciously released his knife and covered his neck with both hands.
"You—"
Blood gushed from between Jiang Kui's fingers, dripping onto the ground.
His eyes were wide open, his lips moved, but no sound came out.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the gushing blood.
Zhou Sandao wasn't in much better shape.
A deep gash had been cut into his neck by the sword, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining a large patch of his chest red.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only made a "ha ha" sound.
"Thump."
Both of them fell to the ground.
Their bodies twitched a few times, then stopped moving.
Ouyang Jing glanced at the corpses of Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui on the ground.
He was alright.
There was only a shallow bloodstain on his neck, not a fatal wound.
He reached up and touched his neck, looking at the bloodstains on his fingertips, still feeling lingering fear.
He couldn't help but kick the corpses of Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui a few more times.
"Bang, bang."
The corpse was kicked over, blood splattering onto his boots.
These two dared to kidnap him?
Just now, he had truly walked a tightrope between life and death.
If Jiang Kui had reacted any faster—
Ouyang Jing dared not think any further.
*Snap*.
Zhang Su sheathed his sword.
He glanced at Ouyang Jing, then turned to Ouyang Chuan and said, "Master Ouyang, I just saved the Third Young Master's life, isn't that a fact?"
Ouyang Chuan's lips twitched slightly.
Zhang Su saved Ouyang Jing?
On the surface, that seemed to be the case.
But Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui only wanted to live.
As long as Hidden Sword Manor let these two escape, Ouyang Jing would naturally live.
Besides, Jiang Kui and Jiang Kui were driven to desperation by Zhang Su, weren't they?
Ouyang Chuan knew this very well.
However, regardless of the reason, Zhang Su had indeed saved Ouyang Jing; this had happened in full view of everyone, and Ouyang Chuan couldn't pretend not to see it.
Everyone around was watching.
The guards of Hidden Sword Manor, the disciples of Medicine Valley, and Wang Hu, Zhou Yong, and others.
With so many eyes watching, there was no way to deny it.
"Thank you, Young Hero Zhang, for saving my son's life,"
Ouyang Chuan said through gritted teeth.
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
His heart was bleeding.
Zhang Su had just killed Ouyang Pu, and now he had to thank Zhang Su.
This feeling was worse than swallowing a fly.
"The debt of saving my life is greater than heaven. I don't want any gold or silver, much less any precious sword. I only hope to see your esteemed manor's sword-nurturing technique. If so, my grudges with your manor will be settled, and we will have no further dealings! What does Manor Lord Ouyang think? "
As soon as Zhang Su finished speaking, Ouyang Chuan flew into a rage.
"Impossible! The sword-nurturing technique is a secret of my Hidden Sword Manor, and it must never be passed on to outsiders! Don't mention this again."
Ouyang Chuan refused without hesitation.
His face flushed red, and his eyes almost spit fire.
The sword-nurturing technique was a secret of the Hidden Sword Manor.
Even within the Hidden Sword Manor, only core members could practice this sword technique.
Passing it on to an outsider?
Absolutely impossible!
Zhang Su, however, wasn't surprised. He said calmly, "Since Manor Lord Ouyang is unwilling to settle our grudges, then besides the debt of gratitude, we must settle our scores—"
His voice was very soft, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
These words were nothing short of a threat!
Zhang Su dared to threaten him while he was at Hidden Sword Manor?
Ouyang Chuan trembled with rage.
But Ouyang Pu was dead; who could possibly be a match for Zhang Su?
Ouyang Chuan's gaze swept around.
He couldn't count on Shen Mufeng and the other two.
The other Transformation Realm martial artists at Hidden Sword Manor were no match for Ouyang Pu; going up against them would only be suicide.
Should he really alert the elders?
"Young man, show mercy when you can. Your sharpness is too great; you must know the principle that excessive rigidity leads to breakage!"
Just then, an aged voice entered Zhang Su's ears.
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