Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Accepting the Invitation and Taking the Command Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Accepting the Invitation and Taking the Command Editor: Atlas Studios Sword borrower acted thusly, but the Sword Master watched with reassurance.
He didn’t know much about Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, not even their names.
He came here today for another reason.
His previous actions were not aimless.
The sword borrower’s disruption led him to consider withdrawal.
Now facing Su Mo directly, he was not alarmed.
After all, judging by Su Mo’s age, a young man in his twenties, even if he had been training since he was in the womb, what significant achievements could he possibly have?
There might be some from prestigious sects or noble families, young and yet possessing extraordinary skills.
However, such people would not be obscure and unknown, nor would they appear here.
Therefore, when Su Mo approached him to confront the issue, the Sword Master knew today’s matter would take another turn.
And this turn of events, he was pleased to see.
Taking a deep breath, he signaled with his eyes, causing the Seven Extremes Hall Disciples to all step forward at once.
Su Mo glanced around and sighed, “Sword Master, this is not the manner of a nobleman, nor does it demonstrate the grace of a senior in Jianghu.”
“I am the Sword Master of Seven Extremes Hall, a position of high honor, not someone a nameless youngster like you can challenge at will.
“You ask for an explanation from me, and I shall give you one.
“However, if you can’t even approach me, you will not obtain that explanation!”
The Sword Master’s mouth curved into a cold smirk, “But it’s a pity for someone as young as you to die like this. I still have a piece of advice for you, come back to Seven Extremes Hall with me, and we’ll settle this matter once and for all. Why needlessly waste your life at such a young age over a momentary delusion?”
“Well said, Seven Extremes Hall, well said, Sword Master.”
Su Mo nodded slightly, and in the midst of talking, two Seven Extremes Hall disciples had already moved to his left and right, one targeting a vital point in Su Mo’s chest and the other covering him with palm strikes aimed at the waist and lower body.
Seven Extremes Hall claims to be prestigious, yet the techniques its disciples deploy are hardly brilliant; they are vicious and ruthless, chilling to the bone.
Su Mo no longer spoke. He stepped out, swung his hand, and as the person on his left threw a punch, it collided with Su Mo’s own punch.
A cracking sound was heard, and the Seven Extremes Hall disciple’s fist shattered, blood spurting as Su Mo’s punch landed squarely on his chest.
Without movement, the body shook violently, blood exploded from his back, and he fell dead on the scene.
Meanwhile, the person on the left still hadn’t grasped what had happened, when he saw Su Mo’s foot approaching; his right hand attacking while his left hand was defensive. Instinctively, he tried to block Su Mo’s kick.
However, without any effort, Su Mo shattered his defense, shattering it into nothingness, followed by another kick that struck his leg.
A snapping sound rang out, his leg broke instantly, he lost his balance, and naturally, his attack faltered.
He fell to his knees with a thud, preparing to meet his end, but Su Mo simply strode away.
Along the way, any Seven Extremes Hall Disciple who attempted to intercept him was either injured or killed upon contact, not withstanding even a single exchange.
Su Mo’s techniques differed vastly from those of the sword borrower.
The sword borrower had a mysterious and skillful movement technique, easily maneuvering through the Small Earth Evil Xuan Kun Sword Formation as if walking on flat ground, as natural as if he were in his own backyard.
His demeanor was carefree, and if it wasn’t for his obviously sleepy characteristic, it might have been even more enjoyable to watch.
But as for Su Mo… his presence was like a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus.
With swings and hits, whether hammering or sweeping, slapping or smashing, his techniques, though intricate, were simplified to the essence, never using one move too many, never taking one step extra.
“Yet with each move and technique, shrieks of agony echoed all around.
Su Mo stepped forward to the sound of these wails, approaching the Sword Master.
Seven Extremes Hall Disciples were either dead or injured, none able to stand.
Su Mo looked at the Sword Master, whose expression was changing unpredictably, and smiled gently:
“Sword Master, I have been invited here to take your life.”
“How dare you!!”
The Sword Master, from his high position, even amidst his shock and rage, had no intention of simply waiting for death.
With a tremor of his arms, his sleeves billowed without wind and sharp Sword Qi formed from nowhere.
His longsword was still sheathed behind him, yet his fingers formed a sword, and between them, swirled Sword Qi filled the air, his fingertips executing exquisite sword techniques.
Unfortunately… these exquisite sword techniques, when used against Su Mo, were as futile as winking at a blind man.
Su Mo casually grabbed his two fingers in his palm, where he covered them with Inner Strength, completely disregarding the enveloping Sword Qi, and with a light twist, a crisp snap was heard.
“Ahh!!!”
The Sword Master couldn’t help but scream out in pain as his two fingers were forcibly broken. How could it not hurt?
“How frivolous…”
Su Mo gently shook his head: “Sword Master, please go ahead, I will personally visit the Seven Extremes Hall Headquarters another day, to meet the Great Hall Master Feng Wuxiang and explain everything clearly. Perhaps then, I will also demand an explanation.”
After saying this, a palm covered with Inner Strength had already struck down.
The Sword Master in his dreams never anticipated falling here. One of his hands was seized by Su Mo, while the other tried to channel all his Inner Strength in an attempt to block Su Mo’s palm.
However, the overwhelming force directly pressed his palm backwards, the first to touch his crown was his own hand.
Thud!
A muffled sound, and the Sword Master collapsed onto the ground, kneeling.
The light in his eyes scattered, life extinguished.
After performing this deed, Su Mo glanced at the sword on the Sword Master’s back, thought for a moment, slightly shifted his body, and gently drew the sword from its sheath.
No mechanism that he had anticipated occurred, what he drew was a broken sword.
“Oh…”
Su Mo suddenly realized, no wonder the Sword Master never unsheathed his sword at any time.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but drawing it was of no avail.
A broken sword, in the hands of a master, might still wield some power, but the Sword Master was clearly not such a master.
What’s more… for the Sword Hall’s Sword Master to have a broken sword if brought into a battle would reveal his weaknesses, hence until his death, the Sword Master had never unsheathed his sword.
In a moment of thought, the broken sword in his hand suddenly flew out, not because someone else drew it away using Inner Strength, but because he himself threw it.
The broken sword whistled through the air, eventually landing in front of someone.
And that person, at this moment, was secretly crawling on the ground, trying to sneak away unnoticed.
This person… was the ‘thief’ the Sword Master had previously pursued!
Ahead was the sword’s gleam, his face now devoid of the earlier righteous fury he shared with Su Mo in denouncing the Seven Extremes Hall, utterly pale and lifeless.
Su Mo’s gentle voice then came to his ears:
“Where do you think you’re going?”