Becoming a Martial Master: Starting as a Swordsmith

After listening, Shen Chu understood; it turned out to be a local power.

He glanced at Li Chengwen and saw that although his expression was not good, he was obviously also shocked by the name of "Longchuan Sword Sect" and did not intend to say anything more.

Upon hearing the man in white's words, everyone silently lowered their heads, and some even got up and slunk back to their rooms to pack their things.

As Li Chengwen was lost in thought, the man in white turned his gaze towards them, a playful smile playing on his lips: "What? Fatty, why aren't you getting lost?"

Upon hearing this, Li Chengwen's face turned pale and then red.

He had already planned to back down.

The other side has a large number of people and is a local strongman; there's no need to cause trouble over a few rooms.

But the white-clad man's words, especially spoken in front of the woman, felt like a slap across his face, leaving him with a burning pain.

Although Li Chengwen wasn't a big shot, he was still the eldest son of the Li family, and he had never been humiliated in public like this before.

Especially...especially in front of that woman,

If he just slunk away like that, how would he ever have the face to hold his head high in front of her again?

A surge of heat rushed to Li Chengwen's head, and he abruptly turned around, glaring at the man in white:

"What? Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served? I booked this room first, and I've already paid for it. Why should you give it to me just because you say so? What's wrong with the Longchuan Sword Sect? Does that mean the Longchuan Sword Sect can be unreasonable?"

Upon hearing this, the air in the entire inn lobby seemed to freeze.

The white-clad man's face darkened, and the men behind him also revealed hostile expressions, their hands unconsciously reaching for the weapons at their waists.

"Heh, you fatso."

The man in white sneered, took two slow steps forward, and looked at Li Chengwen with hostility.

"It seems you don't know how to write the word 'death'."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, aiming straight for Li Chengwen's throat!

This claw strike was swift and ruthless, carrying a sharp gust of wind; clearly, it showed no mercy.

He was really going to use a heavy hand!

Although Li Chengwen started exercising and losing weight at Shen Chu's suggestion, he has lost a lot of weight compared to before, and his overall agility has also improved.

But faced with this claw, he didn't even have time to react. He only felt a chill rush towards him, and his whole body froze on the spot.

Just before that hand was about to grab Li Chengwen's throat, another hand reached out from the side and firmly gripped the white-clad man's wrist.

The hand didn't look particularly strong, but its five fingers were like iron clamps, and no matter how hard the man in white tried, he couldn't break free even a fraction of an inch.

It was Shen Chu who made the move!

Shen Chu stood beside Li Chengwen, looking calmly at the man in white, and said in a light tone:

"Your actions were far too harsh. It was just a few words exchanged; why resort to such violence?"

The man in white struggled a few times but couldn't break free, and his face immediately turned extremely ugly.

He exerted force suddenly, and Shen Chu didn't resist any longer; the man then pulled his wrist out of Shen Chu's grasp.

He took a half step back and looked at the young man in front of him again, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, a hint of surprise and uncertainty flashing in his eyes.

Although he only used five or six tenths of his strength in that claw strike, it wasn't something just anyone could catch.

This young man not only caught it, but also grabbed his wrist with his other hand, making it impossible for him to break free!

That level of strength and reaction speed is something that ordinary people can't achieve.

"He's got some skills."

The man in white narrowed his eyes, a hint of seriousness creeping into his voice.

"No wonder you dared to stand up for this fat guy. But do you think you have the right to speak to me just because you withstood one of my moves?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lunged forward, his right hand forming a sword-like gesture, and a sharp gust of wind shot straight at Shen Chu's brow!

This move was faster and more ruthless than the previous claw strike, clearly indicating that he was truly enraged.

Shen Chu sidestepped, the wind from her finger brushing past his ear and lifting a strand of hair.

He took a half step back to create distance, and at the same time, he reached for his waist with his right hand. The long sword was not drawn, but was held horizontally in front of him along with its sheath, blocking the white-clad man's subsequent attacks.

The two then began to fight in the lobby of the inn.

The white-clad man's swordsmanship was indeed quite skilled; his moves were sharp and his footwork agile, suggesting he was no ordinary person.

But Shen Chu discovered as soon as they exchanged blows that...

This person looks aggressive, but in reality, he doesn't have a very solid foundation.

Although his swordplay was flashy, his power delivery was not smooth enough, and there was a noticeable lag between his moves. He was nowhere near as good as the black-faced leader from back then.

Shen Chu's current strength is vastly different from what it used to be.

Perhaps it was due to the strange aura emanating from the man in the green robe, or perhaps it was also related to the red lotus.

Shen Chu's strength has improved considerably compared to before.

Shen Chu estimated that with his current strength, if he went all out, he could defeat his opponent within fifty moves.

But he didn't do that.

Shen Chu deliberately suppressed his speed and strength, keeping his cultivation level at a similar level to that of the white-robed man, and fought him to a standstill.

Every block was perfectly timed, and every counterattack was just enough to stop at the right moment, neither too strenuous nor too easy, creating the illusion that the two were evenly matched.

However, the more the man in white fought, the more frightened he became.

At first, he thought Shen Chu was just a lucky, strong, and reckless young man, but after exchanging more than a dozen blows, he found that the opponent's reaction speed, combat awareness, and adaptability far exceeded his expectations.

Several times, his supposedly sure-hit kill moves were effortlessly neutralized by his opponent.

It felt like punching cotton, an indescribable sense of frustration.

What annoyed him even more was that the gazes of the surrounding guests and innkeeper had shifted from initial fear to amusement, with some even whispering among themselves:

"Who is this young man? How could he fight someone from the Longchuan Sword Sect to a draw?"

"I couldn't tell, I thought he was dead for sure..."

These words stung the man in white, greatly angering him.

If he, a disciple of the prestigious Longchuan Sword Sect, couldn't even defeat a wild brat who appeared out of nowhere, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?

With this thought in mind, he hardened his heart and no longer held back, his swordplay suddenly becoming ruthless.

Every move was aimed at Shen Chu's vital points, clearly indicating that he had the intention to kill him!

Shen Chu's eyes turned slightly cold.

He originally just wanted to give this person a way out, to let them back down.

But instead of backing down, the opponent intensified their attacks, each move aimed to kill.

This isn't just about fighting; this is about killing.

Shen Chu decided to hold back no longer.

Just as the man in white thrust his sword toward his heart, Shen Chu suddenly ducked and slid into the man's arms at a tricky angle!