Swordsmanship Coach: Kill with One Slash

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: White Blade Stance Lv. 1

’So the Spiritual Sect is stirring up trouble again?’

Su Xing frowned as he read the message from Su Yu on his phone.

The peace had barely lasted a few days,

and the Spiritual Sect was already back to get themselves killed.

According to Su Yu, the special organization had previously acquired a list of some Spiritual Sect members. However, the one who had just appeared wasn’t on it. The organization suspected he was a Priest serving a different High Priest.

His target, just like the previous Priests, was clearly Su Yu.

This time, Liu Ming was determined to take this guy down and had decided to make the arrest himself. A fight was bound to break out near the Sword Hall, so Su Yu had warned his older brother to be careful.

After reading Su Yu’s message, Su Xing quickly typed out a reply: "Don’t worry. You be careful too, Yu. If things get too tough to handle, you can ask your big brother for help."

After hitting send,

Su Xing didn’t lock his phone right away. He waited a moment, and when no reply came, he turned off the screen, slipped the phone into his pocket, and walked toward his room.

CLICK.

With a flick of the switch, bright white light flooded the dim room.

Su Xing walked to his bed as he always did and sat on the floor, leaning against the frame. Two or three boxes of crackers were placed beside him. He rested his chin in his right hand as a light blue system panel floated in front of him.

[Sword Saint Professional System]

[Name: Su Xing]

[Age: 22]

[Occupation: Swordsman, Sword Hall Coach]

[Occupation Skills: White Line Slash Lv. 1 (478/2000), Pierce Lv. 1 (698/2000), Sword-Drawing Stance Lv. 1 (84/2000), Mundane Sword Lv. 1 (57/30000)]

[Sword Dao Points: 18]

He let out a breath, his gaze fixed on the [Sword-Drawing Stance] skill. He mentally repeated the requirements he had for its advancement, hoping the system’s upgrade rules were just as he’d imagined, allowing the skill to evolve according to his will.

Full of expectation, Su Xing shifted his gaze to his [Sword Dao Points] and said inwardly,

’System, allocate the points.’

The moment he gave the command, a confirmation window popped up on the panel.

[Sword Saint Professional System]

[Sword Dao Points: 18]

[Allocate all points to Sword-Drawing Stance? Yes/No?]

Su Xing noticed that the Sword Saint System always displayed this prompt whenever he tried to spend a large number of Sword Dao Points at once, giving him a chance to back out.

However, upgrading Sword-Drawing Stance was a carefully considered decision, so Su Xing simply said,

"Yes."

SWISH. The eighteen Sword Dao Points on the system instantly dropped to zero. The entry for [Sword-Drawing Stance] blurred, taking a moment before the text became clear again.

[Your Occupation Skill "Sword-Drawing Stance Lv. 1" has been upgraded to "Sword-Drawing Stance Lv. 6"]

[Your Occupation Skill "Sword-Drawing Stance Lv. 6" has advanced to "White Blade Stance Lv. 1"]

When Su Xing’s mind cleared from the advancement process, he focused his eyes and saw that "Sword-Drawing Stance" had successfully evolved into "White Blade Stance." He didn’t know for sure if it had evolved according to his specifications, but the name alone suggested it was a success.

At this thought, an excited look spread across Su Xing’s face. freewebnovёl.ƈom

It meant he could now control the direction of his own development. But his smile didn’t last long; he immediately composed himself, his teeth clenched tight.

Now came the main event.

Sure enough, a violent torrent of information flooded Su Xing’s mind like a bombardment. He felt himself swept away, adrift in an impossibly dense stream of data.

For a moment, Su Xing’s eyes lost their focus.

The real world blurred before his eyes, replaced by the sight of a vast, boundless ocean.

In the middle of this ocean was a lone island, and upon it stood a small figure holding the Black Sword. Over and over, the figure drew the Black Sword and slashed forward.

Again and again, day after day.

Until at last, the figure unleashed a slash that cleaved a monstrous, oncoming wave in two. The wave instantly collapsed, like a building-block tower that had lost its core support.

The figure slowly lowered the Black Sword.

A shimmering white blade flickered atop the Black Sword, like a wisp of Sword Qi coiled around it, radiating an exceptional sharpness.

Su Xing’s pupils contracted sharply, and the real world snapped back into focus. He was panting, taking huge gulps of air. After a long moment, he finally came back to himself.

In that instant,

he felt as though he had really been on that island, practicing "Sword-Drawing Stance" day and night for decades, endlessly repeating the same monotonous action: draw, slash, draw, slash!

And then...

he had finally discovered the knack for striking without needing to draw the sword, creating his own, all-new "White Blade Stance." His Sword Dao had taken another massive, powerful step forward.

A thrill of excitement from the upgrade filled Su Xing’s entire body. He could hear his heart pounding like a drum. THUMP. THUMP. Su Xing licked his dry, chapped lips and murmured,

"So this is White Blade Stance?"

He clenched his fists, a grin spreading across his face.

Then, a feeling of weakness suddenly spread from his spine through his entire body. Soreness, fatigue, hunger... all kinds of negative sensations erupted at once, rushing in like a tide. Almost simultaneously, the Black Sword within him began to activate. Dots of white energy swirled around him before desperately drilling into his body.

The weakness brought on by his breakthrough to "White Blade Stance" didn’t fade quickly. But as the white energy poured into him, it also brought a constant, itching sensation. His body was caught in a cycle, swinging between the extremes of "weak" and "replenished." It made Su Xing truly understand the meaning of "pain and pleasure." ’Maybe this feeling, both fulfilling and debilitating, both satisfying and itchy, is the true essence of becoming stronger,’ he mused.

「The next morning.」

Su Xing stood bare-chested before a mirror.

He extended his right arm and flexed, watching the muscles ripple like blocks of marble. The golden sunlight reflecting off his physique made him look as aggressive as a panther.

His muscles had now returned to their original size,

but the density and explosive power they contained were on a completely different level from before.

Su Xing casually pulled on a white t-shirt. He grabbed a box of crackers and started eating as he walked out of the Sword Hall. He needed to test just how much stronger he’d become.

...

「Ten minutes later, on the hill where he had fought Xue City.」

The large crater left from his last test of "Pierce" was still clearly visible, providing the perfect control for this new test. He held his Black Sword, faced the cliff wall, and assumed the opening stance for "Pierce."

However,

this time was slightly different from the last.

A shimmering "White Blade" flickered along the Black Sword.