"That's why I think whether it's anger or hatred, it should be sealed away, just like how the old civilization brewed wine. Only by sealing it properly can the best wine be made." Under the night sky, on the roof of Dvesha Moha, Tang Ling had a cigarette in his mouth and one of his arms behind his head as he spoke to Han Xing.
"What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that Boss Huang's wine is good? " Han Xing shook the flask in his hand. He had stolen Boss Huang's wine when he was in the kitchen getting food for Monty.
"Wait, are you going to tell Boss Huang that I stole his wine?" Agitated, Han Xing grabbed Tang Ling's collar.
"Let go." Tang Ling did not have to exert much strength to pry Han Xing's hand away. He scratched his head and looked at Han Xing helplessly. "You still don't get it, but you're right. It's hard to understand without experiencing it."
"I've been through a lot." Han Xing grumbled as he sat down and passed the flask to Tang Ling.
Tang Ling took a sip and looked up at the starry sky in silence.
"Sigh, I say … Why do you seal your anger and hatred like wine?" Han Xing was still bothered by it. He really could not understand it.
"Hmm, if you seal it well, it will become a source of motivation. If you don't seal it and allow it to drag your heart, and a person who can't think and can only be affected by emotions … "Tang Ling pushed himself up and looked at Han Xing." What do you think will happen? "
"I think I understand it a little!" Han Xing smacked his lips and angrily glared at Tang Ling. "Can't you be more direct with your words, kid? I guess it's about not being too impulsive, right? "
"Hmm …" Tang Ling stretched his body and stood up from the roof. "Yes, but also no."
"Hey, what do you mean?" Han Xing stood up as well.
Meanwhile, Tang Ling had already jumped off the roof.
The blue light flashed across Han Xing's eyes like a bolt of lightning. It turned into a giant whip and lashed at Han Xing mercilessly.
Accompanied by the sound of the alarm, Han Xing felt a sharp pain coming from his back. He had seriously violated the rules. The whipping punishment was not the same as when he was imprisoned. Instead, it was ten times stronger.
Even though Han Xing was a rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior, he could not withstand such a blow.
The moment the whip landed, a wound appeared on his back. His skin was torn apart and his muscles were torn apart.
Liszt's cold smile was imprinted in his eyes. At this moment, this was the only memory in Han Xing's mind.
Hatred and anger should be sealed wine!
It was not as simple as being impulsive or not. Back then, Tang Ling wanted to tell him what he should do when he had to bear the anger or hatred for a long time.
This was indeed not a simple matter … Was it impulsive or not? Instead, it was how to turn everything into motivation in such a state for a long period of time. How to face it rationally and firmly.
Swoosh! Another whip lashed down.
The alarm grew louder and louder, and countless rays of blue light appeared from every corner of the room. They morphed into ropes and started to tie Han Xing up.
The whip landed on Han Xing's forehead. From his face to his abdomen, another deep, bloody gash appeared.
Blood dripped from Han Xing's forehead and covered his eyes, turning the Liszt in front of him red as well.
Strangely enough, at that moment, the rage that was burning in Han Xing's heart turned cold instead.
Two and a half years was a long memory.
When Tang Ling fell into the crack, Liszt's cold back …
When the War God Path Competition ended, Liszt's high-spirited figure on the stage …
When Tang Ling entered Iron-Blooded City, the instructor announced the leader of the First Squad, Liszt. Liszt's arrogant gaze …
Until now, Liszt had been looking at her with a mocking, indifferent, and even a trace of complacency.
What was his mood? He wanted to seek justice for Tang Ling at first, but he failed every single time. Instead, he was trampled over by Liszt.
The grievance started to spread to every corner of his life and affected his every action.
In the end, it turned into intense rage!
It was no longer just a grudge between Tang Ling and Liszt, but his own as well!
After being dragged by the nose by anger for a long time, the grievance was like a mirror that reflected the distance between him and Tang Ling. It also reflected how childish, useless, and even stupid he was.
Therefore, he had to control his anger.
It was the answer that Tang Ling wanted to tell himself. He had to control his anger, transform it into rationality, and transform it into the driving force for every action.
He had to transform it into his own sword intent!
Han Xing looked at Liszt coldly. The anger in his heart had turned into blocks of ice, just like the look in his eyes at this moment.
The raging sword intent that was nurtured in his heart and wanted to be polished was wrapped in the ice of his emotions, turning into a sharp and tenacious blade.
"The nature of the sword intent isn't that mysterious.
Do you believe in the power of the spirit? The so-called sword intent is a branch of the spirit. It's the condensation of thoughts and emotions.
"Can you feel its power? It can affect your own actions if it's small, and it can even infect others with an unknown aura. If you can polish and condense this power over and over again, it will become the sword in your hand. Your sword will be your expression.
"Emotions and thoughts are called thoughts. Everything in the universe has its own laws, and the correct thoughts will reach the core and become the sword of the law in your hand.
"Of course, the existence of the law is reasonable! Even if it's not the correct one, it might condense into an evil sword, but evil will never triumph over justice. Such a sword intent will never be able to defeat the sword of justice.
"Han Xing, if the sword in your heart hasn't been polished, don't condense it into a sword intent. It's hard to condense a sword and even harder to disperse it. However, once it's the correct sword, grab it and stab it without a second thought because the foundation of your sword intent has been affected by Tang Ling. It has become a fearless sword. "
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. How many seconds had passed? Han Xing's gaze turned blank at that very moment. The three whips landed on him, the alarm went off, and the blood splashed, yet he did not come back to his senses.
All he heard was the explanation that Boss Huang had given him about the essence of the sword intent one day.
At that very moment, the raging sword in his heart that he had been polishing finally found the correct thoughts. It was swiftly taking shape, and Han Xing entered the virtual world of thoughts.
In the blurry mist, Han Xing saw his sword intent transform into a real sharp sword and it floated in the mist.
It was a raging sword, but it did not tremble. Instead, the hilt and blade had a rock charm.
As the saying went, the rock charm was like a rock, but it was as immovable as a mountain! True anger did not make one impulsive and crazy. Instead, it should make one more steady and resolute. Only then would one be able to withstand this explosive emotion.
Only by wrapping the sword with a rock-like willpower could one seal the violent power and release it bit by bit, allowing it to be polished into an undefeatable tenacity.
The essence of the raging sword intent …
Han Xing stepped forward and grabbed the raging sword. He muttered, "It should be continuous tenacity!"
"Hmm?" Liszt looked at Han Xing in front of him, his hands clenching tightly in his pocket.
Should he do something? No, he shouldn't! It was a very risky move. He was in Iron-Blooded City after all, and he was in the most important camp, Spark Camp!
There were countless powerhouses in the camp, and there were also mysterious high-tech machines that contained the Law of Time.
If it was just a small matter, no one would care about it, but if something big happened, such as Han Xing being crippled or dead, the powerhouses would come to investigate. It was possible that the machines would be used.
I can't hide it!
With that in mind, Liszt's heart was filled with frustration and rage. His chest was so heavy that he could not utter a word.
He was also a rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior, and if everything went smoothly, he would break through to rank 4 in less than a year.
He was no longer the boy who didn't know what was good for him. From the moment Han Xing's eyes began to turn blank, Liszt knew that Han Xing had entered the world of thought. If this situation wasn't intentional, then there was a high probability that Han Xing had comprehended something.
He was here to beat Han Xing up when he was down. He was here to provoke Han Xing, ridicule him, and destroy his willpower. He wanted Han Xing to accept his fate and become a useless piece of trash that had lost his will to fight. Never did he expect …
"Tang Ling … Is everything related to Tang Ling so hateful?" Liszt was smart. He used a lot of patience to not interrupt Han Xing because forcefully interrupting him would result in severe consequences. Just as he thought, even if Han Xing did not die, he would become a madman with a damaged brain or even a vegetable.
However, watching his enemy grow stronger was probably because of his provocation. The feeling was disgusting, and Liszt could not help but think about it.
That damned Tang Ling! Even though he had been dead for more than two years, he was still affecting him! It was like a dark cloud that could not be dispersed.
A cold glare flashed over Liszt's eyes.
At the same time, Han Xing was holding the Sword of Wrath in the gray mist of the thought world.
At this stage, in order to control the sword intent, one must first conquer it, which was to fuse it with oneself. Otherwise, it would never become one's true weapon.
However, maybe it was because of the anger that had been polished for a long time, or maybe it was really close to the true essence this time … The moment Han Xing held it, it did not struggle or tremble at all. Instead, it instantly felt like it was in harmony with Han Xing.
The gray mist dispersed and the thought world shattered. A new sword intent was formed with Han Xing's Wrath as the core, forming a sword intent seed. According to Boss Huang, it was a special branch of the spirit seed!
The seed was in the shape of a rhombus and was fixed in Han Xing's mind, which was the sea of spirit in his brain.
Han Xing's gaze cleared up at that moment. He looked at Liszt coldly. A blue glare flashed over and the whip landed on Han Xing's body again.
"You are purposely provoking me. You want me to suffer the punishment for breaking the rules, don't you?" Han Xing's voice sounded exceptionally calm.
At the same time, the sword intent seed that Han Xing had named 'Fury' began to spin rapidly. As it spun, the power that Han Xing had gathered in his dantian began to condense rapidly. It flowed through his meridians, forming a sword-shaped power.
The power was infused with the glow of the Wrath seed and it started to shine brightly.
Liszt knew swords. The weapon that he most often used was the hero's sword that his family passed down to him after he won the Youth Victory Glory.
However, the sword and the sword intent that Han Xing cultivated were not in the same direction. He could feel that Han Xing was gathering some kind of power, but he did not know how dangerous the power was.
On top of that, what else could Han Xing do? Han Xing's combat power was not comparable to Liszt's. Liszt had always been vigilant, but he could not escape the inertia in his heart.
He took a few steps back and then a few steps to the left to widen the distance between him and Han Xing.
The confinement room had its own protection mechanism and Han Xing was tied up. The alarm had been ringing for 20 seconds. Someone would arrive soon, so the distance between him and Han Xing was safe.
He would not make a move! He was eager for Han Xing to make a move!
In a safe situation, a little injury would be better than nothing. If that happened, Han Xing would be kicked out of the Starfire Brigade. Hmm, he would probably be kicked out of the Starfire Brigade after being punished. Great!
Liszt was used to thinking like that. He called it the scheming of a king, but he never knew that a king should have wisdom and not a scheming mind.
Between scheming and wisdom, there was a gap of structure! Just like the gap between him and Tang Ling, even Tang Ling's real structure had yet to take shape.
"So what? Aren't you stupid enough to fall for my trick again? " Liszt said coldly. It was obvious that Han Xing could not stand the provocation since Liszt had been leading him by the nose.
"Yes, I fell for it. Maybe you are trying to provoke me into doing something even crazier. "Han Xing sounded very calm.
Liszt was stunned and raised a brow.
"I'll do it, but it's not because of your provocation. It's because my sword has been sharpened to a new layer of brilliance. The foundation of my sword is' Fearlessness', so I have no choice but to use this sword …" The power of Han Xing's Wrath Sword had already been condensed, and it was trembling inside his body. Han Xing used this little bit of time to suppress and condense it.
The first strike was very crucial. If he could comprehend more at this critical moment, he would achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Liszt could not step on Han Xing anymore! Liszt was just a stone to test his sword!
The blue light shone again and Han Xing was whipped mercilessly. Before the relevant personnel came to investigate, Han Xing had to endure the whipping.
The blue light that bound him had already wrapped around his legs, moving up his abdomen, and was about to reach his arms.
It seemed like the blue light would not stop until Han Xing was tightly bound!
"Aiya, where's your sword?" Liszt was still smart. Although he sounded nonchalant, he was already on high alert.
If Han Xing went crazy, if Han Xing did not care, if Han Xing could really cause great damage to him … Hmm, that is, if he was under the protection of the confinement area.
Then, he would kill him!
Han Xing was walking right into the trap.
Right after Liszt's words subsided, Han Xing raised his right hand that was not bound. At that moment, a dazzling red light appeared. It was a sword that looked like a blazing fire.
"You …" Liszt squinted his eyes.
The moment the sword appeared, it was pointed at Liszt with a determined intent. Liszt wanted to show a disdainful smile because the protection mechanism had sensed the dangerous energy and was activated.
Energy walls fell one after another, blocking the path between Liszt and Han Xing.
Muzzles appeared one after another and an explosive energy known as Origin Energy was condensed, trying to destroy Han Xing's sword.
However, in just a second, Han Xing's Wrath Sword, Continuous Tenacity, broke through three energy walls!
What a powerful sword!
Liszt was not someone who did not know what was good for him, so at that moment, he could not smile anymore. The prison area immediately shone brightly.
The muzzles of the guns started to fire. More than a dozen Origin Energy rushed towards Han Xing's sword and drowned it instantly. However, in less than half a second, the sword that had been bombarded by the Origin Energy condensed into a sword again and stabbed at Liszt.
Tenacity spread! True anger belonged to a brave man who was not afraid of pressure or power. It was the fire of his own will, so how could it be extinguished so easily?
"You're courting death!" Liszt's eyes turned cold.
Firstly, he was too stupid and overconfident. He had wasted two seconds and allowed Han Xing's sword to stab him.
Secondly, he was annoyed by Han Xing's sudden burst of power.
Regardless, these two reasons became the reason why Han Xing had to die!
Liszt felt the danger, but he did not think that Han Xing's sword could do anything to him!
Even so, Liszt did not dare to slow down. He raised his right hand and made a special gesture.
He had to fight with everything he had.
It was at that moment that a sudden voice sounded in the corridor, "Hey, hey, hey! Is the detention area of your camp this lively?"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions sounded and the energy walls that were erected because of the protective mechanism were instantly destroyed.
What kind of power was that?! At that very moment, Liszt and Han Xing were a little distracted.
While they were distracted, the destructive energy still had some leftover energy. It moved forward and instantly turned into an ice rope, wrapping around Han Xing's sword and tightening it.
"Old man, don't stop me!" Han Xing shouted.
Liszt was distracted because he was shocked by the power while Han Xing was distracted because he recognized the familiar voice. It was Boss Huang.
"Why would I listen to you?" Boss Huang glared at Han Xing coldly. He stopped in the corridor and beside him was Li Lie, the leader of the Starfire Division.
"Why would I?!" Han Xing roared as the Seed of Rage in his mind started to spin rapidly.
At that moment, he broke free from Boss Huang's ice rope and dashed towards Liszt.
"Idiot." Boss Huang lifted his droopy eyelids and a gleam flashed over his eyes. The ice rope immediately turned into an ice dagger and chased after Han Xing's sword intent.
Hiss! It was the sound of a cold wind blowing past his ears. Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! It was the soft sound of hair being cut neatly.
Fast, very fast.
In the blink of an eye, Han Xing's sword intent had reached Liszt's eyes and was about to pierce his neck.
However, somehow, the sword intent deviated and only managed to cut a few strands of his hair before it was nailed to the wall by the ice dagger.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Li Lie glanced askance at Boss Huang.
"Horses can stumble and humans can make mistakes. Do you think I'm a master? "Boss Huang chuckled. He covered his mouth with his sleeve and glared at Liszt coldly.
Liszt felt a chill rise from the bottom of his feet, but how could he yield to a king? He forced himself to calm down and turned around to meet Boss Huang's gaze.
However, Li Lie interrupted him, "Liszt, come here."
Rules must be obeyed in the military camp.
Liszt walked in front of Li Lie, performed a standard military salute, and then stood silently in front of Li Lie.
"Why are you here?" Li Lie did not show any expression on his face as if he was asking a simple question.
"I'm here to see Han Xing." Liszt's answer was simple. He hesitated for a while before he quickly added, "After all, we are rivals, so I'll always observe my opponent."
"Hmph, what a likable, smart kid." Boss Huang was wearing a loose Han robe, and he had his hands in his pocket. He looked like a sloppy young man.
He was all smiles, but there was not a trace of mirth in his eyes.
"Return to camp." Li Lie did not ask any more questions and only threw down these two simple words.
Liszt did not argue or ask. He saluted and chose to carry out the order.
He left without hesitation. Only an idiot would argue and complain that Han Xing had broken the rules and even attacked him.
Li Lie was a legendary general with a strong will. Whatever he wanted to do, he would not be swayed by words. He would have his own judgment.
As for the man that annoyed Liszt and made him feel unusually dangerous, Liszt knew who he was. It was Boss Huang, who had a close relationship with Tang Ling.
Why would this man appear at this place at this time? It meant that there was no room for him to speak.
Liszt was furious. He knew what the short conversation between Li Lie and Boss Huang was all about. Boss Huang could have stopped Han Xing, but he purposely let Han Xing cut his hair. Was it a warning?
Hmph! Liszt chuckled coldly.
Did Boss Huang have the power to go against the entire hero family? Tang Ling was dead. He was dead. Even if he trained a hundred Korean celebrities, they would not be able to match up to Tang Ling, would they?
"What are you doing here?" As Liszt's figure vanished at the end of the corridor, Han Xing pouted in annoyance and glared at Boss Huang.
Boss Huang casually dug into his pocket and said to Han Xing, "I heard you were grounded, so I'm here to watch you make a fool of yourself. Can't I?"
**
"Tang Ling, are you done?" It was a sunny day. Higan was standing in front of the door with a cute cloth bag on her back. She was wearing a floral dress and a straw hat to block the sun. She looked like she was going for a hike.
"I'm done." Tang Ling walked out with the big and small bags on his back, but he stopped and glanced at the house behind him with a slightly melancholic expression. He then looked at Higan and said, "Actually, you can stay here for two more days. It's fine."
Higan smiled and wrinkled her nose playfully. She walked to Tang Ling with her hands behind her back and pulled his ear. "If you're right, every second you waste is a sin. Don't be greedy for comfort anymore. Let's go. "
Tang Ling touched his ears and smiled when he saw how energetic Higan was as she strode in front of him.
He never thought that he would be scolded by Higan for not being diligent enough.
Fine then! Since he had made up his mind, he might as well start with vigor.
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