Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

That chilling light, capable of severing everything, will tear through space and utterly annihilate this madman who dared to provoke the successor of Guigu with a hairpin and enrage Wei Zhuang, along with the flashy but impractical "weapon" in his hand!

Under the final, violent impact, the candlelight flickered and then stubbornly rose again, casting the two figures locked in a cold confrontation like ghosts. The shadows on the screen twisted wildly!

Shark Tooth, about to be unsheathed!

Chapter 16: Defeat Wei Zhuang!

Just as the candlelight was about to be completely extinguished by the violent force, at its dimmest moment.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no superfluous words. Only a blur of motion, faster than the limits of vision, and a sharp sound like tearing fabric and slicing through the air!

"bass--!"

Shark Tooth, unsheathe!

This is not a test, nor a feint!

It was a deadly strike that embodied Wei Zhuang's boundless rage, icy killing intent, and the ultimate sharpness of his sword!

The chilling sword light was like a poisonous dragon suddenly leaping out of the deepest abyss!

The strange, serrated edge of the sword traced a twisted, ferocious, and destructive path in the dim candlelight!

Where the sword pointed, the air was instantly sucked out and torn apart, emitting a shrill whistle like a ghost's wail!

The target was Qin Chuan's throat—swift, ruthless, and decisive! It carried an overbearing will to sever and crush everything!

This sword strike is called—Sweeping Across All Directions! Although it is not at full power, the killing intent and might it contains are enough to terrify anyone who dares to face it!

The sword flashed, and the aura of death was already upon him! Qin Chuan could even clearly feel the icy, bone-chilling sword energy touching the skin of his throat!

At this critical moment!

Qin Chuan's right hand, which was holding the golden crow hairpin, moved!

The movements were extremely small, as fast as a fleeting shadow, yet they possessed an indescribable rhythm.

He did not attempt to deflect the sharp edge of the shark tooth, which was capable of cutting through steel.

His wrist twisted and twitched in an extremely subtle way!

A faint, almost negligible sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

That warm and jade-like hairpin, adorned with a golden crow with outstretched wings, seemed to have been given life!

It wasn't a direct shot, but rather drew a subtle, unpredictable arc, like an antelope's horn, precisely targeting the side of the Shark Tooth sword, the extremely subtle and tricky point of force where the serrated edge met the smooth spine!

There was no loud bang from a direct collision.

There was only one extremely faint, yet exceptionally clear, "ding" sound!

Like a jade chime gently struck, spring water drips into a deep pool.

That warm, white jade hairpin tip, with an incredible resilience and penetrating power, touched the point where the fierce power flowed through the Shark Tooth sword!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment at that instant.

The anticipated scene of the hairpin shattering instantly and Qin Chuan's blood splattering five steps away did not occur!

That seemingly insignificant little thing seems to contain the profound truth of using minimal force to achieve maximum effect!

A strange force, extremely condensed and cunning, carrying a certain yin-yang rotation and a balance of strength and gentleness, was transmitted with unparalleled precision through the tip of the hairpin to the Shark Tooth's wildly charging sword!

The Shark Tooth Sword charged forward in a frenzy, and its blade suddenly trembled!

That originally concentrated, invincible destructive force was suddenly disrupted and scattered, like a stone thrown into a calm lake!

The direction the sword was pointing was actually deflected by this subtle yet exquisitely refined force!

That tiny difference could mean the difference between life and death!

The chilling, deadly Shark Tooth sword, with a piercing whistle that tore through the air, grazed almost the side of Qin Chuan's neck! The icy sword energy even severed a few strands of his hair!

The moment the hairpin struck the sword, Qin Chuan's body, like a willow catkin in the wind, slid backward half a step with the force of the deflection, using his toes as the axis.

With his dark robes fluttering lightly, his movements were fluid and effortless, perfectly avoiding the fatal sword strike!

The fierce shark-tooth sword light slashed hard at the heavy rosewood table behind Qin Chuan!

"Crack—Boom!"

The incredibly sturdy and priceless rosewood table was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, instantly splitting in two and sending wood chips flying like rain!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, revealing the terrifying destructive power contained in this sword!

However, the target remained completely unharmed!

Wei Zhuang's figure froze instantly after the sword strike missed, maintaining the posture of drawing the sword, his long gray hair fluttering behind him due to the rapid movement.

For the first time, shock was clearly reflected in his cold eyes, which were burning with anger!

It wasn't because the opponent dodged the sword. It was because of the way they dodged it!

With a hairpin! A woman's hairpin! It touched the most subtle point where the power flowed through his shark-tooth sword! With an almost impossible deft touch, it deflected his all-encompassing killing intent!

This is more than just technique! It's a terrifying insight into the essence of his swordsmanship's power flow! It's a prediction and control that transcends common sense!

Qin Chuan's figure solidified again a few steps away, still clutching the intact golden hairpin that shimmered with a warm luster in the dim light.

The hairpin tip still pointed diagonally forward, as if the thrilling confrontation just now had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

He looked silently at Wei Zhuang, at the lingering shock and surging rage in the other's eyes, his voice still calm, yet exceptionally clear in the deathly silence:

"It seems that my 'weapon' is still usable."

These words are like pouring boiling oil on a raging fire!

The shock in Wei Zhuang's eyes was instantly replaced by an even more violent and icy killing intent!

That was the ferocity of a top predator, born from utter enrage and severe provocation!

As if sensing its master's intent, the Shark Tooth Sword emitted an even more excited and bloodthirsty hum!

His gray hair moved without wind, and his aura did not weaken because his attack missed. Instead, it was like a suppressed volcano, accumulating even more terrifying and destructive energy!

Inside the private room, broken wood lay scattered about, and the candlelight flickered wildly in the remaining air currents, casting shifting shadows that elongated and distorted the two figures facing each other, like silhouettes of giant beasts battling in the abyss.

Suddenly, Qin Chuan moved.

He raised his right hand.

It was still the same hand holding the golden crow hairpin.

But this time, the way he held the hairpin changed.

It's no longer the elegant act of picking flowers, nor the casual gesture of pointing with one hand.

His thumb, index finger, and middle finger held the middle section of the hairpin in an extremely stable and mysterious posture, while his ring finger and little finger were naturally slightly bent.

The warm, smooth hairpin seemed to come alive in his fingers.

It is no longer an ornament, or even a substitute for a "weapon".

It is a knife!

An indescribable "intention" rose from Qin Chuan's body, instantly filling the entire space sealed off by the sword net!

That was not a contest of momentum, nor a clash of strength.

That was... the arrival of a new realm!

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, or compressed to its extreme.

The scene reflected in Wei Zhuang's eyes, burning with destructive fury, made his very soul tremble!

He saw Qin Chuan raise his hand.

He saw the hairpin being lifted in a "knife-holding" posture.

There was no dazzling light, no deafening roar, not even the sound of wind piercing the air.

There was only one... "mark"!

A "mark" drawn by "intention" that is pure to the extreme and condensed to the extreme!

This "mark," formless and intangible, was imprinted clearly on Wei Zhuang's senses and on his sword heart! It transcended sight and hearing, directly affecting his soul!

It seems to have been cleaved out of the ancient chaos, carrying the decisiveness and indifference of creation! It also seems to have been cleaved from the end of time and space, containing the annihilation and reincarnation that will end everything!

It ignored the layers upon layers of sword nets that Wei Zhuang instinctively created to protect himself.

The moment the sword net touched this "mark," it melted away silently, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun!

They weren't defeated, nor were they negated; they were simply erased by a higher level of "existence"! As if they had never existed!

This "mark," this "knife mark" made by a hairpin, did not cease its force even after Wei Zhuang's resistance was eliminated!

It has locked onto Wei Zhuang!

It transcended the distance of space, ignored the obstruction of the Shark Tooth Sword, and pointed directly at Wei Zhuang's brow!

Incredibly fast! It surpasses the speed of thought!

Just as Wei Zhuang's consciousness grasped the absurd fact that "the sword net had been erased," the fatal "sword mark" had already descended!

A cold, pure, and irresistible shadow of death instantly enveloped Wei Zhuang's entire being!

His heart, burning with anger and chilled by pride, suddenly froze in the face of the absolute chill of death!

What did he see?

It was neither the glint of a sword nor the shadow of a hairpin.

What he saw was... his own entire life!

From the hardships of learning martial arts from Guiguzi, to the fateful struggle with Gai Nie, to the ambition to build a new and powerful Korea...

All pride, all struggle, all scheming—before that “mark” that seemed to sever the threads of fate, all seemed so laughable, so fragile!

Like exquisite glass, it will shatter completely with just a light touch!

"I... lost?"

This thought, like a venomous snake, instantly devoured all his will!

His deep-seated pride, the very foundation upon which he relied for everything, was mercilessly and utterly shattered before this all-consuming "scar"!