Chapter 155 - 109: A Desperate Dog Leaps the Wall, Zhang Su Slays Two with One Sword

Now, her third uncle’s body lay in a pool of blood.

What else could she say?

The Manor Master of Hidden Sword Manor, Ouyang Chuan, felt an imperceptible tremor run through his hands.

His hands were hidden in his sleeves, where no one could see them.

But the trembling was real.

No matter how calm he appeared on the surface, a tempest was raging in his heart.

He had sent Ouyang Pu to fight to ensure a flawless victory.

Ouyang Chuan had his third brother make a move precisely because he didn’t want to give Zhang Su any chance at all.

He wanted to deal with this trouble in the cleanest, most decisive way possible.

But he never could have imagined that this decision would lead to Ouyang Pu’s death.

If he had known this would be the outcome, he would have rather handed over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui.

An Outer Force Martial Artist and an Inner Force Martial Artist were, in no way, comparable to Ouyang Pu, a warrior at the Peak of Huajin Stage.

Moreover, Ouyang Pu had the potential to become Hidden Sword Manor’s future Danjin Strongman.

With Ouyang Pu dead, how was he going to explain this to the Clan Elders?

One of the Clan Elders was Hidden Sword Manor’s only Danjin Strongman, and he had regarded Ouyang Pu as his true successor.

Ouyang Chuan recalled the look in that Clan Elder’s eyes whenever he mentioned Ouyang Pu—the anticipation, the relief, the satisfaction that ’Hidden Sword Manor has a worthy heir’.

But now, all of that was ruined.

Ouyang Chuan didn’t dare to imagine the sheer fury of the Clan Elder when he learned of this.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

’This isn’t the time to be thinking about that.’

’I have to deal with the situation at hand first.’

CLICK.

Zhang Su sheathed his sword.

He glanced at Ouyang Pu, who lay in a pool of his own blood.

The gray robes were soaked through with blood. His gaunt face was turned to one side, his eyes half-open, as if he hadn’t yet realized he was dead.

Although Ouyang Pu had died by his blade, Zhang Su had to admit, his Swordsmanship was impressive.

That "Sword Nurturing Skill" could actually launch an attack on a spiritual level.

If Zhang Su hadn’t possessed two types of Divine Intent, the victor of today’s battle would have been uncertain.

The Sword Nurturing Skill’s method of attack was unlike that of any opponent he had ever faced.

It didn’t target the body, but struck directly at the mind.

If he hadn’t condensed two types of Divine Intent, that single moment of distraction would have been enough to seal his doom.

’The Sword Nurturing Skill... it should be of great use to me in condensing my Martial Dao True Intent!’

The thought flashed through Zhang Su’s mind.

His gaze shifted to Ouyang Chuan.

"Manor Master Ouyang, is there anyone else who wishes to spar with me?"

Zhang Su’s voice echoed across the Martial Arts Arena.

No one dared to answer.

The guards of Hidden Sword Manor kept their heads down, not daring to even glance at Zhang Su.

Those Martial Artists who were usually so arrogant and domineering now shrank back, wishing they could hide themselves in the crowd.

Zhang Su then turned his gaze to Shen Mufeng.

His expression was placid.

But that one look made Shen Mufeng’s face stiffen.

The corner of Shen Mufeng’s mouth twitched as he forced a smile.

"Don’t misunderstand. I only came to Hidden Sword Manor to request a sword. I will not get involved in this... sparring."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, a stark contrast to the gentle, pleasant demeanor he had displayed earlier.

As Shen Mufeng spoke, he subconsciously took half a step back.

It wasn’t that he was afraid.

He was...

Alright, he was indeed a little afraid.

He was well aware of Ouyang Pu’s strength; even several of himself might not have been a match for him.

Yet Zhang Su had killed Ouyang Pu with a single strike.

The disparity was immense.

Shen Mufeng was arrogant, but he wasn’t a fool.

Charging forward knowing you can’t win is the act of a brute, not a Martial Artist.

"Senior Brother Shen, you..."

Ouyang Zhi stared at Shen Mufeng in shock.

In her mind, Shen Mufeng had always been that calm, composed, and debonair senior brother.

No matter what happened, he could always face it with a smile, never losing his composure.

But now, the smile on Shen Mufeng’s face was incredibly stiff, and even the tone of his voice had changed.

’The larger-than-life image of Shen Mufeng in her heart... he actually had a side like this?’

A single glance from Zhang Su had made Shen Mufeng back down.

’Was this still the high-spirited senior brother from Medicine Valley?’

Ouyang Zhi’s lips moved. She wanted to say something, but found she couldn’t utter a word.

As for Lin Caiwei beside Shen Mufeng, she didn’t even dare to look at Zhang Su, hiding behind her senior brother instead.

Although she was also a Huajin Martial Artist, she had probably never even seen blood spilled before.

As for Ouyang Zhi...

There was even less to say.

She, who had been so fierce and aggressive earlier, now had her head lowered, not even daring to meet Zhang Su’s gaze.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak.

She was afraid that the moment she opened her mouth, her fear would show.

"Manor Master Ouyang, if no one else wishes to spar, may I take Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui with me?"

Zhang Su’s voice rang out once more.

As soon as he said this, the faces of Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui changed dramatically.

The two men looked at each other, and both saw despair in the other’s eyes.

Zhou Sandao’s lips trembled. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, trickled down his cheek, and dripped onto the stone slabs.

Jiang Kui swayed, nearly losing his footing.

"Third Young Master, save us..."

As if clutching at their last straw, the two men fell to their knees and began kowtowing to Ouyang Jing.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Their foreheads slammed against the stone slabs, making dull, heavy sounds.

After a few impacts, their foreheads were already bleeding.

Their tone was utterly sincere.

"Third Young Master, we’ve done so much for Hidden Sword Manor! You can’t just stand by and watch us die!"

"Third Young Master, I’m begging you! As long as you say the word, the Manor Master will surely protect us!"

Zhou Sandao’s voice was already choked with sobs.

Ouyang Jing’s expression, however, was grim.

His eyes swept over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui, filled with disgust and anger.