Chapter 41: One Slash

Duanmu Huanghun had theorized numerous possible scenarios in his mind, but the scene in front of him was totally out of his expectations .

He started to laugh .

This guy who had not attended a single introductory lesson nor opened any of his natal palaces had actually dared to challenge someone of his caliber . Duanmu Huanghun was truly speechless at his audacity .

As for Ai Hui’s sweetheart, well, someone who was attracted to a wretched fool like Ai Hui could not possibly have any skill .

Today shall be the day I sort out these two adulterers and decapitate my inner demon!

Duanmu Huanghun let out an evil cackle; his eyes were practically glowing .

The next moment, however, his smile froze .

A blurry figure materialized right in front of him like a watery illusion . Fragments of a face—which certainly did not seem to belong to a beauty—appeared to pool together in front of his eyes .

So…fast!

A flawless palm, as white as snow, gently pressed on his shoulder .

Duanmu Huanghun’s pupils widened into large circles .

Dong!

A deep, low boom, like that of a cannon firing, resounded; the sound was truly intimidating .

The exquisite palm stood out like a full moon in the dark night, as surging streams of air formed a ring around it . The ring, which had yet to dissipate, was similar to the smoke rising from the barrel of a rifle that had just fired .

Duanmu Huanghun’s body had disappeared .

He instantly flung through the air like a cannonball, smashing hard into the opposite wall and causing a large piece of the wall to collapse onto the ground .

Amidst the rubble, Duanmu Huanghun struggled to get back to his feet . A rattan shield weaved out of brambles could be seen on his shoulder . That blow had left him feeling dizzy, and he was currently seeing stars .

What fearsome strength!

Was Ai Hui’s sweetheart actually a wild bull?

This…this was not rational…

How does Ai Hui have such a ferocious girl?

Although Duanmu Huanghun’s mind was completely fogged up, he quickly realized the predicament he was in . He could feel that his reactions had become sluggish .

Dang it!

His body was extremely worn out, his strength totally drained . Most of his effort was given to try and stay clear-headed and his body could now no longer keep up . That blow was so powerful that his muscles were still trembling, and as a result of his immense fatigue, he was unable to control the elemental energy within his body .

At that very moment, Ai Hui jumped onto the wall, sword in hand .

As he was leaping through the air, Ai Hui’s anger intensified . When he noticed a figure struggling to climb out of the rubble, he shot off the wall without any hesitation, pouncing straight towards his target’s silhouette .

From mid-air, he saw the girl from the noodle shop appear beside his target .

She noiselessly drove her palm into the target’s rattan shield .

This made Ai Hui even angrier . Not only did she finish the noodles, she was not even going to leave him any soup!

He viciously charged in their direction .

Boom!

A sonic boom rang out again, and a ring-shaped surge of air exploded outwards .

Before Duanmu Huanghun could even gather his wits, another terrifying force had hit him, and his vision blurred as he was sent flying once again . This attack was almost fatal, thoroughly eviscerating the last shreds of consciousness that he had left .

Duanmu Huanghun, who had been completely unprepared for something like this, was utterly defeated . Unable to retaliate even slightly, Duanmu Huanghun was like a lamb walking into its own slaughter . Shi Xueman, who had been thoroughly enraged by the labeling of her as Ai Hui’s “sweetheart,” was relentless in her attacks .

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The familiar intimidating low, resounding booms sounded out one after another, reverberating throughout the dark, narrow alley .

Ai Hui saw his target accelerating through the air like a rocket, leaving him in the dust . Rather than relieving his anger, continuously being unable to catch up with his target had only amplified Ai Hui’s rage by many times .

This was the most stifled he had felt in a long time; his anger was practically boiling over . He grabbed his sword tenaciously, the veins on the back of his hand bulging . The girl from the noodle stall was as fast as lightning and he could barely even capture her movements with his eyes .

Ai Hui, who was completely focused on his goal, did not notice that the sword embryo had gradually begun to change . The seed of the sword embryo between his eyebrows was rapidly absorbing the blue mist around it, similar to the scorched earth of the desert fervently absorbing rainwater .

The seed of the sword embryo was tirelessly absorbing the wisps of blue mist .

Ai Hui could only feel the grass sword in his hand becoming lighter . With his eyes on the prize, Ai Hui made a mad dash for the mouth of the alley .

Similar to Shi Xueman, the word “sweetheart,” too, had triggered something within Ai Hui . His anger could only be doused by slashing Duanmu Huanghun with his sword .

Eighty million yuan!

Eating a simple bowl of noodles had left him eighty million yuan in debt!

He was now spending every precious ounce of his elemental energy without hesitation, which resulted in a dramatic increase in speed .

The blurred outline of the sword embryo on his forehead became increasingly distinct as it absorbed the Calming Indigo Silk . Previously, Ai Hui could only faintly discern the presence of the sword embryo’s seed .

Although he would warmly nurture his sword embryo, his efforts had never largely paid off—until this time .

Nobody noticed that a faint blue light had crept over Ai Hui’s eyes . The blue glow illuminated his face, causing him to look all the more grave and stern, like a reef hidden deep in the sea .

The speed at which the sword embryo’s seed absorbed the blue mist started to accelerate .

Ai Hui’s movement speed was also steadily increasing .

Ai Hui’s anger grew and grew as he dashed down the alley . He was moving so fast that his vision was affected; the girl from the noodle shop and his target had become a blur .

The sound of the wind irrigated his ear canals as he swept past the lights of the houses on both sides of the alley .

He had never run at such high speeds before, even when chased by dire beasts . The fluids within his body surged like flowing magma, and the deafening roar of the wind in his ears competed with that of his heart pounding .

But . . . this speed was still not enough!

Although the silhouette of his target was right in front of him, it seemed like it would forever be out of his reach .

What other means are there . . .

The grass sword in Ai Hui’s hands bobbed up and down with the movement of his body, swaying like leaves drifting in the wind .

The unique rhythm seemed to rouse a memory that was dormant within the recesses of his mind, and the grass sword started to resonate with his soul . With a light flick of his wrist, the grass sword swayed like a feather, gently slashing at the air ahead with a crisp, humming sound .

The oncoming wind was seemingly sliced through the middle by the sword, smoothly sliding past Ai Hui .

Ai Hui’s body left a streaking, blurry trail as he dashed forward .

His solemn expression did not budge an inch and his glowing blue pupils showed no signs of emotion . They were firmly locked onto his target .

The soles of his feet forcefully pushed off the ground, propelling him into the air .

At that moment, the last strand of Calming Indigo Silk was absorbed by the sword embryo and the blue glow in his eyes vanished . The sounds that had enveloped Ai Hui also abruptly vanished—it was as if he had now entered a soundless void .

Not a single sound could be heard .

A familiar yet seemingly foreign sword manual flipped open, as if it had been practiced countless times .

When the light from the mouth of the alley came into sight, Shi Xueman had finally vented most of her anger . She had used the most violent method she knew, which was continuously blasting Duanmu Huanghun more than ten times, with each blast sending him flying further down the alley .

Looking at the unconscious Duanmu Huanghun flying out into the alley’s opening like a sandbag, she revealed a look of satisfaction . This fellow deserved to be severely punished for speaking out of turn . He may have escaped death, but at least it was not without enduring a living hell first .

He would likely be bedridden for half a month before he could even get up again .

She suddenly sensed something and briskly turned around!

Beneath the night sky, Ai Hui leaped into the air like a giant bird, the darkness acting as his wings .

An indescribable flash of light pierced through the sky .

It was as if time stood still .

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