Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

I'm sorry to have disappointed you.

Yan Shisan said this to Sun Fan.

He had thought that his duel with Xie Xiaofeng would be the best whetstone for Sun Fan to hone his skills.

Unfortunately, the opponent is gone.

Sun Fan shook his head: "The martial world is more than just swords."

Yan Shisan was taken aback.

For someone who has practiced swordsmanship since childhood and whose goal has always been to become the greatest swordsman in the world, his life should have revolved solely around the sword.

Things other than swordsmanship should only be considered after he becomes the strongest swordsman.

But this unexpected event made him start to seriously consider Sun Fan's words.

Only after they left Shenjian Manor did Sun Fan slowly continue, "Besides, I don't think Xie Xiaofeng is necessarily dead."

Upon hearing Sun Fan's words, Yan Shisan's eyes lit up.

But the crow was still somewhat incredulous.

"...But that tombstone..."

"The tombstone is new, the person is old."

These words were like a bolt of lightning that shattered Yan Shisan's mind.

He began to recall the various illogical aspects of the Divine Sword Manor.

Yes, the tombstone is new, but everyone in Shenjian Manor seems to have long been used to Xie Xiaofeng's absence.

If Xie Xiaofeng had really only recently died, they certainly wouldn't have reacted this way.

But the tombstone is newly erected.

The crow standing nearby was puzzled: "But why? Why would Divine Sword Manor cut off its own arm?"

Perhaps saying he cut off his own arm is too lenient.

Since his debut, Xie Xiaofeng has been the face, or even the soul, of Shenjian Villa.

With his downfall, half of the prestige that Shenjian Manor had built up over the decades collapsed, and in the shadows, countless villains began to stir.

There are many things that Shenjian Manor has to offer, such as their swords and the martial arts skills that Xie Xiaofeng was trained in.

They certainly couldn't understand that the strength didn't come from the martial arts of the Divine Sword Manor, but from Xie Xiaofeng.

Faced with the crow's question, Sun Fan looked into the distance and said, "Perhaps, in the conventional sense, the Third Young Master Xie Xiaofeng is already dead."

"The one who's alive is just a useless Aji."

Yan Shisan seemed to be deep in thought.

The crow wanted to ask something else, but Sun Fan refused to answer.

Days passed, and the crows eventually left.

Sun Fan continued practicing his sword as usual. Yan Shisan would occasionally give him some pointers, but never taught him any sword moves.

A subtle understanding was maintained between the two.

They were all waiting, waiting for that person to come back.

Day after day, year after year.

Perhaps Yan Shisan didn't expect that he would have to wait so long.

Fortunately, Sun Fan was there; fortunately, he was there to keep me company.

Sun Fan never seems to lack anything new or interesting.

She could always bring him a little surprise from time to time, making the long and lonely days less boring.

During this time, he also asked Sun Fan if he regretted it.

Is it necessary to only learn that one sword technique?

He can hand over all thirteen swords to him.

But Sun Fan shook his head: "No, it's a promise, one sword, one sword."

Yan Shisan sighed.

Swordsmen always have their own obsessions.

Just as he was determined to wait for that person, Sun Fan was also determined to wait for that sword strike.

Yan Shisan waited from his prime to old age, and finally a special patient arrived.

A person who is terminally ill.

Perhaps no one else in the world could cure such a deeply ingrained poison except him.

Oh, maybe not.

After all, during these days, when he had free time, Yan Shisan also passed on all his medical skills to Sun Fan.

Perhaps Sun Fan can also be cured.

However, he still wanted to come in person.

Because he recognized her at a glance; she was the person he had been waiting for his whole life.

If he were still that useless Aji, Yan Shisan wouldn't recognize him even if they were face to face.

But that useless Aji has already made a move.

Once a fight is started, that fierce sword intent can no longer be suppressed.

He is Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of Shenjian Manor.

Having cured Xie Xiaofeng, he feared that Xie Xiaofeng, out of gratitude for saving his life, would not be able to harm him.

Therefore, he deliberately made up a lie.

He wanted Xie Xiaofeng to take Sun Fan and kill someone.

Use your strongest swordsmanship.

Xie Xiaofeng agreed.

Yan Shisan himself wrapped himself tightly in black clothes before going to the appointment.

The place they agreed to meet was a maple forest.

As soon as Xie Xiaofeng arrived there, he knew that the man in black was his target.

Yan Shisan, exuding murderous intent, was equally eye-catching.

The maple leaves have already fallen in the forest.

They walked slowly forward, their footsteps rustling softly as they trod through the fallen leaves.

Their steps grew longer and their footsteps became lighter, because their spirit and physical strength had gradually reached their peak.

They will make their move the moment they truly reach their peak.

Whoever reaches the peak first will make the first move.

Neither of them wanted to wait for another opportunity. Because they both knew that neither of them would give the other a chance.

They made their moves almost simultaneously.

No one could see them draw their swords; their swords had already struck out with lightning speed.

In that instant, the weight of their bodies seemed to have completely disappeared, and they became like the wind, able to flow freely in the air.

Because they have completely entered a state of selflessness, their spirit has transcended and controlled everything.

The sword flashed, the maple leaves shattered, and fell like rain of blood.

But they can't see it.

In their minds, everything in the world no longer exists, not even their physical bodies.

The only thing that exists in the world is the other person's sword.

The sturdy maple tree was easily severed in two by the light stroke of their swords.

Because they simply didn't see the tree.

The dense maple forest was nothing more than a flat plain in their eyes; their swords could go wherever they wanted.

Nothing in the world can stop their swords anymore.

Maple trees fell one by one, and blood rained down from the sky.

The ever-flowing sword light suddenly underwent a strange change, becoming heavy and clumsy.

With a "ding," sparks flew, the sword light suddenly disappeared, and the swordplay abruptly stopped.

Yan Shisan stared at the sword in his hand, his eyes burning with fire and freezing with ice.

Although he still held the sword in his hand, all possibilities had been exhausted.

He has used his fourteenth sword.

His sword is now dead.

Xie Xiaofeng's sword tip was pointing directly at his sword tip.

If his sword was a venomous snake, Xie Xiaofeng's sword was a nail, already driven into the snake's vital spot, pinning it to death.

So, it really can't be done?

Even after using the deadly fourteenth sword strike, and even after countless deductions in his mind about the flaws in Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship.

But as long as the third young master is the one holding that sword, then any flaw will no longer be a flaw.

At this moment, Sun Fan was also focused on the scene on the battlefield, afraid of missing any detail.

He knew that the sword was coming.

As if sensing the ferocity of the sword strike, heaven and earth began to drizzle.

Sobbing and weeping, like the weeping of the heavens.