Chapter 154 - 109: A Cornered Dog Jumps the Wall, Zhang Su Kills Two with One Sword!

"Third Uncle!"

Ouyang Jing’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, completely frozen.

That was Hidden Sword Manor’s number one Huajin Martial Artist.

His third uncle, the man he’d idolized since childhood.

Ouyang Pu, a legend of Hidden Sword Manor, famed throughout the Jianghu as the "Little Sword God."

Ouyang Jing still remembered when he was a child, how his third uncle had taught him to hold a sword, hand over hand.

His uncle’s hands had been steady, his voice soft. Every word seemed to have been carved into his very bones.

"To train the sword, first train the heart. If the heart is not true, neither is the sword."

Ouyang Jing had remembered those words for over a decade.

But now, the man who had taught him how to hold a sword, the figure he had looked up to for more than ten years, lay dead in a pool of his own blood.

’And just like that, he was dead?’

Ouyang Jing’s mind went blank, as if the entire world had suddenly fallen silent.

"The Third Manor Master... is dead?"

Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui couldn’t seem to believe what they were seeing.

The color drained from Zhou Sandao’s face, leaving it deathly pale.

Jiang Kui was no better off. His body trembled uncontrollably, and a fine sheen of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

As men of the Jianghu, they were well aware of the "Little Sword God’s" fearsome reputation.

’He was a titan in his own right. How could he just be dead?’

And with just a single sword strike, Ouyang Pu was dead.

A single strike!

Zhou Sandao subconsciously recalled the scene from moments ago.

A flash of light, a flurry of sword shadows, and then the Third Manor Master had fallen.

He hadn’t even seen how Zhang Su struck.

That speed, that precision, that suffocating pressure—it was nothing a Huajin Martial Artist should have been able to possess.

’Was Ouyang Pu’s reputation undeserved, or was Zhang Su just that strong?’

The two exchanged a look, each seeing the profound fear in the other’s eyes.

If this were out in the Jianghu, they would have fled by now.

Jianghu people often say, "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."

If you can’t win, you run. That was the most basic rule of survival.

But now, they couldn’t run.

If they dared to flee, Zhang Su wouldn’t spare them, and neither would Hidden Sword Manor.

Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui furtively glanced around.

Hidden Sword Manor’s Martial Artists stood around the Martial Arts Arena. Although they hadn’t closed in, they had blocked every exit.

Besides, Zhang Su was still standing right in front of them.

The man who had killed Ouyang Pu with a single strike.

The two of them felt that their chances of getting out of this alive were slim to none.

"This Zhang Su... is he really an Inner Sect Disciple of the Guiyuan Sect?"

Even the ever-composed Shen Mufeng sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

He considered himself worldly and experienced. What kind of genius hadn’t he seen in Medicine Valley?

But Zhang Su’s last strike had utterly shaken him.

Shen Mufeng’s gaze was fixed on Zhang Su, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

He had a high opinion of himself, and among the Inner Sect of Medicine Valley, he was considered a top-tier genius.

He believed he could stand shoulder to shoulder with any disciple from the Guiyuan Sect or the Five Elements Sect.

Except for a Sect’s Celestial Pride, he didn’t think he was inferior to anyone.

’But what am I seeing now?’

Zhang Su, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, had killed Hidden Sword Manor’s "Little Sword God," Ouyang Pu, with a single strike.

And Ouyang Pu had even been using the Sword Nurturing Skill.

’He nurtured his sword for three years. Once drawn, with Ouyang Pu’s Cultivation, how terrifying must that strike have been?’

Although Shen Mufeng hadn’t faced it himself, just feeling its aura from the sidelines had sent a chill down his spine.

He asked himself, if he had been the one facing Ouyang Pu, would he have been confident in blocking that strike?

’Probably... I wouldn’t have been able to!’

The spiritual impact of the Sword Nurturing Skill was enough to make any Huajin Martial Artist lose their focus.

And in that momentary lapse, Ouyang Pu’s sword would strike. Trying to defend against it under such circumstances was nothing short of a fool’s dream.

And yet, Zhang Su had not only blocked it but had killed Ouyang Pu in a counterattack.

Shen Mufeng’s eyes swept over Zhang Su, trying to find some clue on his face.

But Zhang Su’s expression had been calm from beginning to end.

Killing Ouyang Pu seemed to be a trivial matter to him.

That kind of calmness was intensely pressuring.

’Could it be that Zhang Su isn’t an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, but... a Celestial Pride?’

The thought flashed through Shen Mufeng’s mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

’That’s absolutely impossible!’

’The status of a Sect’s Celestial Pride is far too noble. One would never come to Hidden Sword Manor alone.’

’A Celestial Pride is the most core disciple of any Sect, a future candidate for Sect Leader, a pillar supporting the entire Sect.’

’How could such a disciple come to Medicine Valley’s territory all by himself?’

’But if he isn’t a Sect’s Celestial Pride, why is he so powerful?’

Shen Mufeng couldn’t figure it out.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Zhi, who had been so haughty just moments before, now had a face flushed red, unable to utter a single word.

That was her third uncle, Hidden Sword Manor’s future Danjin Strongman.

Ouyang Zhi had known how incredible her third uncle was since she was a child.

Her father had said that her third uncle had the greatest talent for Swordsmanship in Hidden Sword Manor in nearly a century.

The Clan Elders had also said her uncle was the only one with the potential to inherit their mantle.

Ouyang Zhi had always been proud of her third uncle.

In Medicine Valley, she had often boasted to others about her third uncle’s deeds.

Tales of him slaying ten Huajin Martial Artists single-handedly with his sword, or how his Sword Nurturing Skill was unparalleled in the Jianghu.

But now, her third uncle was dead.

Killed by a young man who was about her own age.

With a single strike.

Just one single strike.

’And in the end, her third uncle had actually died at Zhang Su’s hands?’

Ouyang Zhi’s eyes were turning red, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to make a sound.

She couldn’t accept it.

But she didn’t dare say anything.

Just moments ago, she had been shouting that this was Medicine Valley’s territory and that Zhang Su had no right to be so insolent here.