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nTranslator: Deep_Blue Editor: Kurisu

nNumber Three stared dumbfounded, holding onto his Qi Mei Staff.

nSevered Head Blade Lin Hongshui’s jaw hung wide open as he looked at the human head rolling on the ground and then looked at Lu Sheng who stood still on the spot, looking slightly dazed.

nThe autumn wind swooshed, blowing a handful of fine dust on the ground up into the air.

nFor a moment, none of the three men spoke a word.

nLu Sheng had not expected in the slightest that this big shot-looking dude couldn’t even defend against his probing strike.

nIn the meantime, Number Three was shocked dazed and his legs were beginning to tremble.

nAs for Lin Hongshui, it had been totally beyond his wildest imaginations that such a stroke would come from this brat wet behind the ears—Lu Sheng.

n“Great… great, great!”

nAbruptly, he laughed out loud. However, the smile on his face was filled with savagery.

n“Yet another who has come looking for…”

n“CHI!”

nLight flashed as it was deflected off the saber. This time it was Number Three who was the target.

nLu Sheng’s figure flashed in front of Number Three. Fresh blood splurted out again.

nNumber Three’s head was now gone as well. It rolled across the ground before coming to a stop by a pile of charred ashes.

nLu Sheng shook the blood off his saber blade.

nA frenzy of ecstasy arose in his heart.

n‘This is what it feels like to take a life. This is what it means to be a saber warrior! As the legends go… “at the first word of discord, scores are settled by the saber”!’

nHe gripped the long saber tightly. This ordinary silver-white long saber in his hand, with only a blade the length of a forearm, was like his closest comrade.

nA faint and strange feeling gushed up in his heart. All of a sudden, he felt as if he was personally being immersed in and experiencing all the wuxia novels that he had read in the past.

nAn indescribable passion burned in the depths of his heart.

n“Come! Either kill me, or end up like the two pieces of trash on the ground.”

nLu Sheng liked this feeling. His eyes red, he licked his dry lips as he approached Lin Hongshui step by step.

n“You brat!!”

nLin Hongshui burst into rage as his expression changed into a furious one.

nGripping his thick-backed broad saber with both his hands, he strode towards Lu Sheng.

n“CHI!”

nA silver swallow appeared suddenly again as Lu Sheng’s saber struck forward.

nDespite his Eighty-Four Swallows Pursuing the Wind Blade being only at the Initiated level, it displayed considerable might when employed with Lu Sheng’s mastery of the way of the saber, which had come from his training in the Black Tiger Saber Technique.

n“DANG!”

nHowever, this stroke was blocked by Lin Hongshui with a lift of his arm.

n“I recognize this strike… Swallows Skirting the Water… so it’s Swallows Pursuing the Wind Blade…” he sneered viciously. “In those days, I almost hacked the original master of this saber technique to death, so it’ll be easy to get rid of a little ass-brat like you!”

nHe added some force, pushing Lu Sheng’s long saber away.

nThe broad saber’s blade flipped and slashed diagonally upwards with extreme force and velocity.

nThis stroke, Water-Splitting Move of Wind-Rippling Saber Technique, was one of his favorite trademark opening moves. Each time he used it, his opponent would either have to dodge or be forced to face him head-on.

nLu Sheng leapt aside, dodging the broad saber. He executed Eighty Four Swallows Pursuing the Wind Blade at full strength with the long saber in his hand, clashing against his opponent.

nThe battle between the two escalated to a frenzy in the middle of the backyard.

nLin Hongshui’s saber strokes came thick and heavy like hammer strokes, full of extreme force. Whenever Lu Sheng came into contact with one, his arm would turn numb.

nBut Lu Sheng’s saber strokes came quicker and displayed superior stamina, often striking along the sides of his opponent’s strokes or parrying them aside with Eighty Four Swallows Pursuing the Wind Blade.

nBoth actually struck with immense speed, incomparably quicker than Number Two and Number Three.

nBut for both of them, saberplay at this speed merely fell under normal conditions.

nIn one breath, Lu Sheng continuously executed the ten over moves of Eighty Four Swallows Pursuing the Wind Blade in full, yet he still failed to gain the upper hand.

nLin Hongshui, on the other hand, remained as energetic as a tiger; his moves were still astonishingly strong.

n“DANG, DANG!”

nBoth sabers collided against each other twice in a row once again.

nLu Sheng’s foot twisted a trifle carelessly as he stepped onto a fragile plank of wood, resulting in him losing his balance.

nLin Hongshui’s eyes widened and his broad saber immediately slashed downwards with full might before him.

n“Go and die!!!”

nHe would cleave this terrible brat into two halves there and then! How dare he kill Number Two and Number Three right in front of him?

nIf he left this score unsettled, who would still dare to follow him in the future!?

nThe broad saber vibrated eccentrically as it slashed down towards Lu Sheng’s head viciously.

nThe core of Wind-Rippling Saber Technique’s mantra was precisely to significantly amplify the strength of broad saber strokes through a unique method of employing force.

nThis astonishingly bolstered the strength of Lin Hongshui’s saber strokes, which were already shockingly powerful to begin with.

nThe broad saber fell squarely towards Lu Sheng’s head.

n“HOO!”

nRight in that instant, Lu Sheng straightened his body and steadied himself in a second. The long saber in his hand vibrated at extreme speed, emitting a vague roar without warning.

n“ROAR!!!”

nIt was a tiger’s roar!

nLu Sheng’s eyes were dyed mildly red as he executed Tiger Kill of Black Tiger Saber Technique.

nCarrying powerful vibration and explosive force, the saber blade slashed towards Lin Hongshui’s saber-wielding arms. The speed of this stroke was far swifter and more vicious than that of the broad saber!

n“Don’t you dare!!!” An enraged roar sounded out from behind the gap in the wall all of a sudden.

nIn the blink of an eye, a ball-like black shadow shot forward and struck the side of Lu Sheng’s long saber.

n“DANG!”

nIt was a piece of ashen stone.

nA second muscular man, who was carrying a thick-backed broad saber, leapt into the yard.

nThis man’s face was sporting two intersecting scars which stretched from the forehead to the chin, giving him an extraordinarily savage look.

n“Big bro!!”

nEarlier, Lin Hongshui’s reaction was delayed by a bit due to the tremor induced by Black Tiger Saber Technique’s tiger roar; he nearly had both his arms lopped off by Lu Sheng.

nNow, he hurriedly withdrew his saber, giant beads of cold sweat breaking out on his face; he was clearly terrified.

n“This brat is using Black Tiger Saber Technique; he’s not easy to deal with! There are more people coming. We’ll take him down together!” Lin Shuanghuo said severely as he glanced at the two corpses beneath him.

n“Alright!”

nThe two brothers split up and charged towards Lu Sheng simultaneously.

nLu Sheng remained unfazed, executing Black Tiger Saber Technique’s Tiger Might. The strength of the saber stroke was now much heavier than that of Eighty Four Swallows Pursuing the Wind Blade.

nThe might of Black Tiger Saber Technique at the level of full mastery was astonishing. Each stroke he made was one step earlier than either of theirs, slashing towards vital areas and thus forcing them to be on the defensive.

nIn the short span of a few breaths, he had continuously executed Tiger Might seventeen times!

n“CHI CHI CHI CHI!”

nShouts and yells rang out back and forth across the entire yard. Unexpectedly, the combined might of both brothers was merely enough to reach a draw against Lu Sheng!

nNever once did they have a chance to execute their saber strokes to the full; each time they were halfway in motion, they would be forced to retreat in defense.

nThe intense battle carried on for the duration of half a joss stick. Lin Shuanghuo had run out of patience. Exploiting an opportunity while his younger brother hung on temporarily, he took a step back, took out a paper sachet from his chest and hurled it towards Lu Sheng’s face.

n“Just die!!!”

n“Poof!”

nThe paper sachet was hacked into pieces by Lu Sheng’s saber, scattering large amounts of ash within.

nShocked, Lu Sheng quickly shut his eyes tightly.

nWithout time for further thoughts, he executed the final Tiger Roar madly.

n“ROAR!!!”

nYet another tiger’s roar rang out.

n“DANG, DANG!”

nThis time, Lu Sheng’s long saber could no longer avoid the two broad sabers, colliding head-on against them.

n“KA-CHA!”

nThe long saber broke apart, its blade spinning to the side before stabbing into the ground.

nHowever, as it was the most powerful move of Black Tiger Saber Technique, the strength and speed of Tiger Roar was not to be taken lightly.

nThe broad sabers, too, were shaken in Lin Hongshui and his brother’s hands as they loosened their grip.

n“Now let’s see what you’ll block our attacks with! Go and die!! Hahaha!”

nLin Shuanghuo laughed manically. A saber warrior without his saber was essentially a lamb ready to slaughter. The gap in strength was extremely wide.

nHe was about to tighten the grip on his saber to finish Lu Sheng off.

n“BOOM BOOM!”

nJust then, two low and deep palm strike sounds rang out.

nLin Shuanghuo’s eyes opened only to see Lu Sheng close by all of a sudden. Both his palms slammed into his younger brother Lin Hongshui’s chest one after another, lightning-quick.

nThe broad saber in Lin Hongshui’s hand dropped to the ground with a clang.

nHe fell two steps backwards in disbelief, clutching his chest and unable to speak.

n“Big… Big Bro… get…out!”

n“PUUUU!”

nLin Hongshui spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed backwards.

nAt this moment, Lu Sheng had already entered a strange state of maniacal frenzy.

nAfter killing Lin Hongshui, he charged towards Lin Shuanghuo in a flash using Heart-Shattering Palm’s movement steps.

nAs if he had just awoken from a dream, Lin Shuanghuo roared in rage, intending to block his advance with his saber.

nBut he was too late.

nHis younger brother’s death had left him stunned for an instant. Just that moment’s delay was sufficient for Lu Sheng to come too close for his comfort.

n“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!!!”

nWith a series of three palm strikes, Lu Sheng’s palms struck Lin Shuanghuo in his chest and abdomen thrice like a streak of lightning.

nThe Heart-Shattering Palm’s signature penetrative force went through the skin and muscles and straight to the organs.

nLin Shuanghuo’s face turned beetroot red. He retreated several steps, then collapsed onto his knees.

nHe glared at Lu Sheng unyieldingly and opened his mouth to speak. However, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, stopping his words as he choked.

n“PUUUU!!!”

nLin Shuanghuo collapsed stiffly forward. No sound was heard from him again.

nLu Sheng chuckled twice to himself.

n‘Two Strength-Proficiency experts… probably they’re Phantom Head Blade and Severed Head Blade that Uncle Zhao had hunted when he was young. To think that they’d die in my hands today…’

nStaring at the four corpses on the ground, his heart was momentarily washed over by a wave of ecstasy as Qi and blood surged all over within him.

n‘Could it be that this is the level of Intent-Proficiency that Uncle Zhao mentioned? As well as the martial arts intent that Master Zhang Xun advised me about previously?’

nIf Strength-Proficiency was the level of controlling and harnessing the entire body’s force and strength, then Intent-Proficiency was the use of sight, intent, sound and other means to attack the enemy on multiple fronts.

nAt the same time, the Intent-Proficiency level gave one a stronger command of one’s own physical force than the Strength-Proficiency level.

nAfter all, how could the muscles in the human body be so easy to thoroughly master?

nLu Sheng remembered that someone on Earth had once researched and discovered that if the strength of all the body’s muscles was gathered in one place, it would enable even an ordinary adult’s strike to attain the horrifying force of several metric-tons.

nTheoretically, that was the limit.

nBut the human skeletal system simply does not allow one to employ force of such magnitude.

nSo, it was just a theory.

nBut even then, Intent-Proficiency probably developed one’s muscles to a level incredibly close to that.

nLu Sheng stood in the yard and stepped forward to search the Lin brothers’ pouches and clothes.

nFrom their waist pouches, he fished out a stack of silver notes – each worth a hundred talents. He swiftly stuffed them into his own waist pouch without bothering to count them.

nThen, he obtained a worn black booklet, made of some unknown leather. The booklet was kept by Lin Shuanghuo close to his body and so was clearly very significant.

nLu Sheng left the rest of the mess untouched and rested quietly in the yard as he waited for Lu Manor’s men to arrive.

nActually, he too had suffered a few injuries from the battle with the two Strength-Proficiency experts.

nLin Shuanghuo and Lin Hongshui were both born with the natural gift of strength. Moreover, the Wind-Rippling Saber Technique increased that advantage of theirs, greatly amplifying the force behind their saber moves.

nIn that last head-on collision, the muscles in Lu Sheng’s right arm had also been concussed. His heels were also suffering from a dull ache – probably an injury incurred by his high-intensity explosion of power.

nNot to mention the throbbing pain coming from both his shoulders, caused by his continuous series of outbursts within a short period of time as well as saberplay at full strength. Add to that the final collision—perhaps he had injured his bones as well.

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