Chapter 296: Slaying a Postnatal, Charging Straight into the Third Layer

SWISH.

A figure leaped down from Cultivation Room No. 85, landing in front of Zhang Su.

Zhang Su sized up the newcomer.

The man wore a gray robe and was also a Named Disciple.

He looked to be in his early thirties, his expression grim.

But when he saw Zhang Su, his face darkened.

“You’re the one challenging me?”

Lei Xuan’s voice was cold.

“That’s right.”

The other man didn’t waste any words.

“Purple Cloud Peak, Lei Xuan.”

“Mixed Element Peak, Zhang Su.”

After exchanging names, they said nothing more.

Lei Xuan drew his saber without hesitation.

BOOM.

The moment Lei Xuan’s saber left its sheath, Zhang Su felt the entire world before him change.

The strike was like a bolt of lightning.

The blade sliced through the air, the glint of the saber seemingly containing some invisible power.

It was as if thunder was roaring in Zhang Su’s mind.

The roar exploded in his head, like a thunderclap striking the depths of his consciousness.

He froze, unable to move a muscle.

In that instant, the world blurred before Zhang Su’s eyes. Lei Xuan’s figure became a phantom, and the saber transformed into a streak of white light, its trajectory too fast to follow.

He lost control of his body. His hand rested on his sword’s hilt, but he couldn’t draw it no matter how he tried.

Zhang Su had never experienced such a feeling before.

Although Lei Xuan’s saber was fast, Zhang Su’s perception was sharp enough to track its trajectory.

The problem was that his consciousness had been struck by something, rendering him immobile.

But in almost the same instant, the Martial Dao True Intent Prototype in Zhang Su’s mind trembled faintly.

The tremor was faint, like a single ripple on the surface of the water.

But this faint tremor was all it took for Zhang Su’s consciousness to clear.

The feeling of being stunned by the thunder receded like the tide.

Zhang Su immediately returned to normal.

However, Lei Xuan’s saber was already inches away.

The razor-sharp edge rushed toward his face.

‘I fell for his trick just now?’

Zhang Su understood at once.

Lei Xuan’s Saber Technique was bizarre.

It could actually stun his consciousness.

Fortunately, he had his Martial Dao True Intent Prototype.

Although his Martial Dao True Intent was still just a prototype, it had come through at the critical moment.

Without the Martial Dao True Intent Prototype, that momentary stun would have allowed Lei Xuan’s saber to cut him down unopposed.

For a Gang Force Martial Artist to be struck by a Postnatal Realm Martial Artist meant certain defeat!

“Hm?”

‘He woke up so quickly… Still, it’s too late now…’

Lei Xuan seemed somewhat surprised.

He was using the Heart Thunder Saber, the renowned Unparalleled Saber Technique of Purple Cloud Peak.

It was said to be a simplified version of an Innate Saber Technique.

Its greatest feature was that the saber struck like thunder, capable of stunning an opponent’s mind.

As long as his opponent was stunned for even a moment, Lei Xuan would gain a massive advantage.

He had defeated countless Postnatal Realm Martial Artists with his Heart Thunder Saber Technique.

If the Gang Force he had cultivated hadn’t been a mere Fourth-Grade Gang Force, he would have become an Official Disciple long ago.

Even so, thanks to his Heart Thunder Saber Technique, his strength was on par with that of an average Official Disciple.

His Heart Thunder Saber Technique was especially effective against Martial Artists with weaker wills.

Often, a single strike was enough to shatter his opponent’s composure, leading to an easy victory.

But today, against Zhang Su, had it actually failed?

No, it hadn’t completely failed. It still had an effect.

It was just that Zhang Su’s will seemed unshakable, and he had only been stunned for a moment.

But for Lei Xuan, that single moment was enough.

His saber was about to reach Zhang Su’s chest.

In his eyes, the outcome was already decided.

Facing the blade just inches away, Zhang Su didn’t hesitate for a second, immediately drawing his sword.

SHIING.

The Shadow-Stealing Sword shot from its sheath, its light a streak of silver silk.

Zhang Su’s movements were so fast that Lei Xuan could only see an afterimage.

He wasn’t blocking with his sword, but thrusting.

He aimed straight for the tip of Lei Xuan’s saber.

Any other Martial Artist would have been helpless against such a fast strike at such close range.

But Zhang Su’s perception was far too sharp.

In his perception, even the fastest saber seemed to move in slow motion.

What Zhang Su had to do was simple.

He just had to use his Heavy Sword Form and thrust with absolute precision at the incoming saber.

Although it was just a thrust.

But empowered by the twenty-one swordsmanship techniques of his Heavy Sword Form, the force behind that thrust was terrifying.

Zhang Su didn’t dare hold anything back with this strike.

The Twelve Layers of Internal Strength.

The Hundredfold Pill Force.

He unleashed it all, pouring every last bit into that single strike.

To Lei Xuan’s astonishment, a strike at such close range should have been a guaranteed hit.

And yet, he could only watch as Zhang Su drew his sword and thrust it forward.

Somehow, that thrust landed with impossible precision right on the tip of his saber.

‘What kind of precise control is that?’

‘It’s simply unimaginable.’

He had never seen a Gang Force Martial Artist capable of such a feat.

More importantly, the power contained within that thrust was absolutely terrifying.

The moment his saber met the sword, Lei Xuan felt an unimaginable force surge from the tip of the blade.

He felt an unstoppable force traveling up his arm, so powerful that he could barely keep his grip on his saber.

‘Is this really a Gang Force Martial Artist?’

‘What kind of Gang Force Martial Artist is this terrifying?’

Lei Xuan’s Heart Thunder Saber was thwarted, but Zhang Su’s sword drove straight onward.

TING.

Lei Xuan’s saber was knocked aside.

Following the momentum, Zhang Su’s sword flashed forward, its tip instantly arriving at Lei Xuan’s chest.

The cold tip of the sword pressed against Lei Xuan’s chest. Through his robes, he could feel a bone-deep chill.