F * * *, why is it me?
At this moment, under the gazes of everyone, Woodland Hut's vision turned black as tears flowed down his cheeks.
(Why am I always the unlucky one?)
(Also, why am I always the most disappointing one …)
Seeing Yuan Yuan beside him smiling so widely, Woodland Hut trembled from anger.
(How should I live as a tool to make my teacher satisfied?)
But even though he was angry, even though he was trembling, since his teacher had spoken, he didn't dare to leave. He could only brace himself and walk forward step by step, feeling the gazes of the people around him.
It was difficult for him to move.
He stiffly squeezed out a smile.
At this moment, he finally recalled the words Huai Shi had said when he came here.
— — Go openly, and leave in a grand manner … — — —
Now that he was finally about to leave, he discovered that he was actually so grand.
Indeed, his departure wasn't too peaceful.
Seeing how guilty he was, a series of boos rang out from the surroundings. Just by looking at his posture, one could tell that his martial arts were sloppy. How could he compete with the teachers of the dojo?
Huai Shi acted like he didn't hear anything. He waved his hand, indicating for Woodland Hut to come over.
"How is it?"
He smiled and encouraged, "Are you confident?"
"…"
Woodland Hut did his best to squeeze out a smile that was no better than crying. "Teacher, I didn't bring my sword out today."
He did his best to wink, indicating for Huai Shi to quickly take out one from his treasured sword to save his dog life. In the end, before Huai Shi could reply, Daitengu who was watching the show at the side raised his hand.
"Then use this old man's sword."
As he spoke, he casually pulled it out.
It was like plucking a feather. An insignificant sword was pulled out from Daitengu's wings that were hidden in the air.
The pitch black sword was heavy in his hand, and the edge was sharp. No matter how one looked at it, it was a treasured sword that was hard to come by.
If it was nurtured by a skilled warrior for a few years, any alchemist would be able to infuse it into a secret instrument and it would become an ancient treasure.
"I'll give it to you."
Daitengu casually tossed it over.
"Why aren't you thanking senior?" Huai Shi had a helpless look on his face. It was like he was a parent who saw his child being insensible and receiving red packets from others.
"I … I have to thank you."
The cabin in the woods was so angry that it almost burst into tears.
"Hahaha, it's not worth mentioning. If you have time, just come and help out at the head chef of Heavenly Dog Mountain." Daitengu smiled warmly. "I'm still lacking a worker to pound rice. Little brother Huai Shi, you wouldn't have any objections, right?"
"It should be his honor to be recognized by Senior."
Huai Shi smiled and nodded.
In the past, if he heard that he could go to the Heavenly Dog Mountain for free to cultivate the culinary arts, Little Hut in the Woods might have laughed out loud. But now, he could only cry.
Would he be able to live long enough to continue his studies?
There was simply … no way they could beat him!
It would be more appropriate to let Yuan Yuan come up!
If he could truly agree to a teacher teaching swordsmanship in a dojo, why would he go to the door and cause trouble?
"Come, drink this bowl of wine and go."
Huai Shi picked up the wine bowl in front of him and handed it to him. "Don't be nervous. Just perform as you should."
This wasn't the college entrance exam!
What kind of standard did he have to perform as he should …
Little Hut in the Woods gritted his teeth. He picked up the large wine bowl in front of him and downed it. He wanted to smash it, but after thinking for a while, he still carefully placed it back on the table.
Huai Shi patted his shoulder and smiled meaningfully.
He asked, "Are you ready?"
Little Hut in the Woods felt his blood and qi churning as his face turned red. He was actually unable to withstand the effects of the wine. But shortly after, waves of heat rose from his body.
Hot.
So hot.
It was as though he had been ignited.
In a daze, he suddenly discovered that he seemed to have entered a state of … transcendence?
As the origin substance rose, boundless baleful aura and ferocious intent appeared from that face that was used to having a harmless smile on his face.
The Sheng in the shadows transformed into a projection. He broke free from the restraints and revealed his malevolent shadow.
A cold gaze swept past Little Hut in the Woods.
The pure evil thoughts that had been purified countless times spread out like a raging torrent, causing the bustling banquet hall to stagnate for a moment.
At this moment, far away in the present realm, the scarlet eyes of countless Crows dropped down from the sky of the Danbo District. They looked down from afar and cast a large group of blessings from hell.
It caused his eyes to turn silver-white, like boiling steel, glowing with a blazing light.
It was difficult to hide his violent nature.
From top to bottom, looking down tyrannically, it caused an indescribable chill and fear to rise in the hearts of countless people.
In an instant, there was a deathly silence. The corner of Yose's eyes twitched. He seemed to have finally remembered — this shameless and obscene brat looked cunning, but in essence, he was completely different from those who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
That was just a character design.
It was just a rule in tabletop role-playing games.
He was one of the future inheritors of the holy name of the Illuminator, an evil son born with noble blood, a freak that couldn't be restrained or measured by morality.
The praise and condemnation of the world meant nothing to him.
As long as this evil karma continued to sublimate, he would always be an evil eater, one of the symbols of hell.
Now, Little Hut in the Woods held his sword, smiled at Huai Shi, and answered his question.
"I'm ready, Sensei."
"Then go."
Huai Shi nodded with gratification. "You don't have to stand behind me, you can stand in front of everyone."
"Yes."
The youth nodded. When he looked back, his smile slowly dissipated, and he walked step by step towards his opponent in front of him.
He said to Yose, "Please enlighten me."
After a moment of shock, Yose once again returned to calmness and seriousness.
As a human executioner who once roamed the borders, how could he be fooled by this appearance? That evil power was indeed so quiet and pure that it was frightening. He didn't know how much evil and demonic energy was used to extract such an essence.
But even if he could barely stand shoulder to shoulder with him, there was still a decisive gap between the two sides — the strength of the power was important, but the skill to use this power was the key factor that really determined the result.
After hundreds of battles, thousands of battles, after a long time of tempering, the sword skill that had been refined to perfection was born for this moment.
Such an unsightly posture, as long as he could break it in the blink of an eye, and then drive straight in. Wrists, abdomen, heart, throat, and even head, all the vital points would be exposed …
It was simply a matter of being trampled on!
This might be better. As long as he made this arrogant brat pay the price here, then the second young master's authority would be restored.
He was just protecting the dignity of the dojo, and no one could criticize him.
Even if the dojo and Danbo went to war because of this, it could further increase the power of his side.
At that moment, an ominous glint appeared in his eyes, and the killing intent that had been accumulating for many years at the border burst out, as he pulled out his sword.
But at that moment, a shrill cry burst out in his ears.
Yose opened his eyes wide in shock, but found that his opponent didn't guard carefully, and relied on a completely flawed posture to launch a strong attack on him.
Just like his Sensei, at this moment, he used the simplest and most straightforward way of attack.
Step, Tang Zhu!
The sinister darkness of the path of evil converged on the tip of his sword, causing the light above his head to flicker. This was because the darkness had engulfed him like a surging tide.
Rather than calling it a sword technique, it was more accurate to call it a curse that was attached to the blade!
But to block this kind of attack, he didn't even need to retreat.
All he needed to do was intertwine, block, deflect, and attack in the blink of an eye to determine victory or defeat.
He had brought this upon himself … …
Boom!
At that moment, the two swords collided.
Yose fell into a daze. An illusory sound echoed in his ears, as if the heavens and earth were trembling.
The sky was spinning, and the earth was trembling. Everything around him seemed to echo, and the entire world seemed to be singing loudly — — from within his body.
This was just an illusion.
However, his consciousness suddenly stopped for a moment that didn't make any sense.
This was because as the swords collided, the countless vibrations and curses began to flow together, using the swords as a bridge and pouring into his body.
The cabin's Origin Substance vibrated, his heartbeat, and even his blood vessels pulsed. After combining the essence of evil and the venomous curse, they all converged into a single line.
It easily broke through all of his defenses, spreading from the sword hilt to his fingers and wrist before spreading to his entire body.
An explosion!
His vision went black.
It was as if he had fallen into a trance for a moment.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again. Everything in front of him was completely different. Amidst the darkness, he was still standing in his original position.
Across from him, the cabin had already sheathed his sword and returned to his original position.
He stared at Yose with a smile that wasn't a smile.
He moved his fingers.
1, 2, 3, 4 … … 5!
In the instant that all five of his fingers were retracted, a crisp cracking sound could be heard. It was so close that it almost seemed like an illusion.
"What's going on?"
Yose's eyes widened as he asked angrily, "You're looking down on me … …"
His cracked face slowly contorted as black blood seeped out from his seven apertures. As he spoke, he coughed violently, and viscous blood gushed out from his ruptured lungs.
The last thing he saw was the man sitting behind the cabin. He lifted the wine cup on the table, raised it with a smile, and drained it in a single gulp.
This was how they bid farewell.
And then, the earth and darkness rushed towards him.
Amidst the deathly silence, not a single sound could be heard.
Only Yose, who had fainted and convulsed on the ground, was slowly seeping out blood from his body.
He wasn't even a match for his opponent!
Soon, applause filled the air.
"Not bad, not bad at all. Hahahaha, this is truly an eye-opener." Daitengu raised his hands and laughed mockingly, ignoring the expressions of everyone present, "I didn't expect to be able to witness such a pleasant surprise today. This is truly delightful … Kamikaze, how do you feel?"
"Time changes, and everything changes."
The old man standing in front of the door replied, "The new generation naturally surpasses the old generation. This is very good."
The old man known as the Sword Saint waved his hand calmly, gesturing for his subordinates to lift Yose from the ground and send him for treatment. He walked forward calmly, but Huai Shi couldn't help but feel an indescribable illusion.
It was so subtle.
But it was also so … discordant.
Qin Ye subconsciously tensed up.
This was because he couldn't hear the old man's' voice 'at all. To be more precise … he couldn't sense the old man's heartbeat, pulse, or even Origin Energy fluctuations.
It was as though he didn't exist in this place.
No, it should be said that he … wasn't here in the first place!
But what exactly did he see?
What did everyone else see?
Was it an illusion?
Or … …
At that moment, the old man who passed by the hut in the forest patted the young man's shoulder and glanced at Huai Shi with a faint smile.
He didn't expose Qin Ye's trick. Instead, he nodded slightly.
In Huai Shi's eyes, Sword Saint Kamikaze's body suddenly turned blurry, and then condensed again. His heartbeat, pulse, and Origin Energy fluctuations appeared.
It became more and more real.
And it also revealed the essence of 'illusion'.
Huai Shi was sweating profusely. He finally understood.
He was here.
Or … … he felt that he should be here. And so, everyone saw him here.
This was a supreme tier that he couldn't imagine!
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