Becoming a Martial Master: Starting as a Swordsmith

P.S.: I still managed to finish this chapter, hehe.....

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Although the force in his hand was not great, it felt like a mountain, pressing down on Shen Chu and making him unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle voice came from behind him, with a hint of amusement in its tone:

"Little one, that's rude of you. We haven't finished talking, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Shen Chu's pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes on his back.

He has used every trick in the book!

Sprint at full speed, and use the [Conceal Breath] skill to suppress your aura!

Even so, the other party caught up with him in an instant and subdued him so easily.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the other party's strength is not on the same level as his at all!

He doesn't even have the right to run away!

Shen Chu slowly turned her head, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and gave a dry laugh:

"Haha... Senior is too kind. I'm not leaving, I just... I need to use the restroom. The fight was intense just now, and I have a bit of an urgent need to go, hehe, urgent need to go..."

The man stood behind him, his green robe fluttering gently in the night breeze.

Those emerald green eyes gleamed faintly in the moonlight, and the ambiguous smile on his face remained unchanged.

He didn't expose Shen Chu's lie, but said gently, "There's no rush for convenience, let's talk back first."

Knowing she couldn't escape, Shen Chu had no choice but to obediently follow the man back into the ravine.

The black-faced leader remained lying in place, not having been kicked very far.

He was curled up on the ground, blood still seeping from the wound on his severed arm, his face as pale as paper, and his breath barely a whisper.

Although Shen Chu's kick didn't kill him outright, it was like adding insult to injury for someone who had already lost too much blood and suffered a severe arm injury.

He was lying on the cold, muddy ground, barely able to walk, clinging to life. It was a miracle he was still alive.

Shen Chu glanced at the black-faced leader on the ground, then at the strange man in green robes standing beside him, and stood obediently at his feet.

He put his hands at his sides, adopting a posture of listening attentively, and said with an awkward smile, "What advice do you have for me, senior? I'm all ears."

I still prefer the way you were just now.

The strange man in the green robe looked at Shen Chu and smiled again.

Upon hearing this, Shen Chu gave an awkward smile. He didn't dare to breathe, his eyes darting back and forth across the ground as he frantically tried to devise a way to escape, but he couldn't find any feasible solution.

The gap in strength was too great, so great that any scheme seemed pale and powerless.

After speaking, the strange man in the green robe slowly walked to the black-faced leader, squatted down, placed two fingers on the side of his neck to check his pulse, and then looked at the mangled wound on his severed arm, his tone tinged with pity:

"Tsk tsk, that's pretty bad. His hand is broken, and he's bled a lot. He's really tough to be alive."

Upon hearing his voice, the black-faced leader struggled to open his eyes, his blurry vision focusing on the strange man in the green robe.

Suddenly, as if recognizing something, he seemed to find strength from nowhere and struggled to sit up, making excited sounds:

"It's...it's you?! What are you doing here?! Thank goodness! Thank goodness! You must stand up for your subordinate!"

"Oh? You know me?"

The strange man in the green robe was somewhat surprised.

"Yes! I was fortunate enough to have seen you once from afar!"

At this moment, the black-faced leader was extremely excited. He raised his only remaining left hand and pointed at Shen Chu, his voice filled with resentment and grievance:

"This bastard! He's a traitor! He defied his superiors, cut off my hand, and even tried to kill me to silence me! I beg you, sir, to uphold justice for your subordinate and execute this vile man on the spot!"

Shen Chu's heart sank.

However, the strange man in the green robe did not fly into a rage as the black-faced leader had expected.

He remained squatting there, tilting his head to look at the dark-faced leader, a signature half-smile playing on his lips: "You just said he's a madman?"

The dark-faced leader was taken aback, not understanding why he suddenly asked this, but he still nodded and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Yes! He must be one of those madmen who cultivates the Yuan Gui Dao! Otherwise, why would he be so cruel to his fellow disciples!"

"Oh~"

The strange man in the green robe drew out his words, slowly stood up, and patted non-existent dust off his hands.

"Do you even know that I'm also one of those so-called madmen who cultivates the Yuan Gui Dao, as you call me?"

The expression on the black-faced leader's face froze for a moment.

His mouth was still open, and his eyes were still wide open, but all the light in those eyes had vanished at that moment, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

The strange man in the green robe didn't look at him again. He simply waved his hand casually, as if shooing away a buzzing fly.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling light, and not even a wisp of wind was stirred.

But the black-faced leader's body, with this single swing, turned to ashes inch by inch from the edges, like a piece of paper thrown into a raging fire.

From head to toe, it peeled away layer by layer, dissipating into wisps of fine ash that drifted in the night wind.

The whole process lasted less than a breath.

The black-faced leader didn't even have time to let out a scream before he vanished from the world completely, as if he had never existed.

Shen Chu stood aside and witnessed the entire scene.

His pupils trembled violently, his breath caught in his throat for a moment, and his mind went completely blank.

He had seen the dead, killed people with his own hands, and even used the "Fragrance Absorbs All Beings" technique to turn corpses into green smoke and absorb them.

But none of those can compare to what's happening before our eyes.

This is not martial arts.

It was not any power within his comprehension.

This was something he couldn't understand at all!

It's like an ant looking up at an elephant, like a frog at the bottom of a well seeing the sky for the first time.

All the so-called martial arts and supernatural phenomena he had encountered before seemed as laughable as children's toys in the face of this attack.

This was the first time he had truly experienced it.

What is a fantasy world? What is overwhelming power? What is true power?

The strange man in the green robe withdrew his hand, turned around, looked at Shen Chu's face filled with shock, and suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed through the silent mountain valley, startling the birds roosting in the forest, carrying a sense of unbridled joy and arrogance.

"Little one, don't be afraid."

After he finished laughing, he patted Shen Chu on the shoulder, his tone as gentle as if he were comforting a frightened child.

"I just saw a promising talent among like-minded people and got excited on a whim."

Shen Chu swallowed hard, her voice slightly hoarse as she asked:

"Senior... I pressured and exploited my superiors, even going so far as to commit treason and attempt to kill them. Instead of punishing me, you killed them... What does this mean?"