Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 43: Invincible since leaving the cave, forgiving others when you can

The Zaoyang stick that the short and fat fierce man used was as thick as a wrist. It was carved from fine wood and polished to be smooth. Not only was the weapon heavy, but the short and fat fierce man was also very strong. He shook the stick, and there was a whistling sound. Lingxi was a soft sword and could not fight against a heavy weapon like the Zaoyang stick. Sun Yanwan shook the Lingxi soft sword, and the sword body bent like a rainbow in the air and passed across the throat of the short and fat fierce man.

This move is not a sword technique. It is just a strange move that Sun Yanwan figured out after obtaining the Lingxi soft sword. When he created this sword technique, he thought it would have an unexpected effect.

He demonstrated this move to his teacher and senior brother. Zhang Yuanqiao and Zhang Qingxi both said that this strange move would be useless against a master. Zhang Qingxi even took action himself and used a tree branch to demonstrate more than ten ways to break the move, which convinced Sun Yanwan.

How could this short, fat man possess the vision of a Grandmaster, or the skills of the Taiyi Temple's first disciple? The sword shimmered, and Sun Yanwan had no intention of killing, merely inflicting a shallow wound, hoping to dissuade the opponent.

The short and fat man had never expected that there was such a strange and incredible sword technique in the world. The sword light passed over his throat. He covered his throat with his hand and found that the wound was not serious. His eyes were full of murderous light. He roared suddenly, swung the Zaoyang stick with both hands, and smashed it down on his head.

This stick was full of ferocious power, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill someone.

Sun Yanwan hadn't expected that his mercy would lead to such a ferocious counterattack! He slightly moved aside and repeated the same move. His soft sword swung like a rainbow, bypassing the short and fat man's Zaoyang stick. However, this time, it didn't just grazed past, but fiercely penetrated the man's throat.

After thrusting out with the sword, Sun Yanwan floated back and put the Lingxi sword back into the scabbard at his waist.

The big stick flew into the air, and the throat was like a fountain of blood. The short and fat man threw away the Zaoyang stick, covered his throat with both hands, and made a hoarse sound. Before the Zaoyang stick fell, the man had already died.

Sun Yanwan's face was solemn. He didn't know why such a small matter could result in a loss of life?
He had already shown mercy, but the other party still attacked him recklessly. Fortunately, the short and fat man was either an eighth-rank or a ninth-rank martial artist, and his martial arts skills were quite poor. Even if the other party was ferocious, he could still handle it. If the other party's martial arts skills were slightly better, would he be the one to die?
The ancients said: Since I came out of the cave, I have no rivals, so I will show mercy to others when I can.

You have to be invincible in the world to be able to show mercy to others.

If he didn't have that ability, even if he spared others, others might not spare him.

Sun Yanwan was not in a good mood after killing someone, or even felt terrible. He glanced at the companions of the short and fat man. It was these people who had instigated the short and fat man to come up and rob the horse.

The short and fat man had about six or seven companions, all dressed like heroes of the martial arts world and carrying weapons. When they saw Sun Yanwan killing people, they were not afraid. Instead, they showed a bit of amusement, and some even had a gloating expression on their faces.

A large man with a dark complexion slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "You two little dogs, you killed someone and you still want to escape? Surrender now, or we won't take action."

Sun Yanwan took a deep breath and was about to refute the other party when suddenly a light flashed in front of him. It turned out to be a dark-faced big man shouting at him, attracting his attention. Others had already taken out hidden weapons and used them all. These people were obviously used to doing this kind of thing, and they cooperated seamlessly and were quite skilled.

Sun Yanwan really didn't have that much martial arts skills. He was slightly startled and just lay back. This was the best way he figured out to deal with hidden weapons. Although the posture was a little awkward, it was guaranteed to be effective.

Doesn’t he have a senior brother by his side?

Zhang Qingxi couldn't bear to watch this any longer, and whispered, "Junior brother, don't be afraid, I'm here!" He supported his second junior brother with one hand to prevent him from lying down, and with the other hand he made a vague circle, and all the hidden weapons fell into the circle like young swallows. Within three feet in front of him, they all lost their power and fell at the feet of the two brothers.

Sun Yanwan's face turned pale. He took a deep breath, drew out the long sword from his waist again, and stabbed at a companion of the man in yellow. He was holding his breath so hard that he no longer hid and used all the sword skills he had practiced. He was determined to kill them all and was not afraid of being recognized by others for his sword skills.

The man sneered slightly and was about to speak, but suddenly he found that the sword of the young Taoist priest was incredibly fast. He wanted to resist in panic, but it was too late.

Sun Yanwan stabbed the man to death with one strike of his sword, and then stabbed the second man with his sword.

Sun Yanwan hated these people deeply. If they hadn't instigated him, the short and fat man might not have come up to steal the horse. If they had been willing to stop him, no one would have died. These people not only instigated the short and fat man to steal the horse, but also wanted to kill people. What's more, they were extremely despicable, attacking him secretly and plotting against him. Their moves were three parts ruthless and seven parts decisive.

These people all showed horror on their faces. They had never expected that this young man's swordsmanship was so superb. They all drew their weapons. The revenge in the martial arts world was a life-and-death struggle, with no room for tenderness.

Sun Yanwan killed two more people with the flash of his sword.

At this moment, he finally deeply realized the value of famous sects and martial arts families.

The difference between being able to learn superior martial arts and not being able to learn superior martial arts is truly as huge as a chasm.

Even if everyone's martial arts level is similar and the levels of martial arts they have learned are different, their strength is hopelessly unreasonable.

He originally thought that he was only an eighth-grade martial artist, and no one could beat him in the martial arts world. But when he fought this time, he found that he could hardly defeat these martial arts masters in a single move!
Of course, even if these ordinary martial arts heroes have only practiced third-rate martial arts, they are still terrifyingly powerful compared to ordinary people. They can take whatever they want from ordinary people, and have the power of life and death.

The short and fat man was inexplicably determined to steal his horse. It was obvious that he was usually very cruel and only regarded his martial arts skills as a powerful support to bully others.

The dark-faced man was shouting, but others took the opportunity to throw hidden weapons. He must have done a lot of dirty things like murder and robbery.

A thin man, seeing the dangerous situation, suddenly pushed the person next to him, using his companion to block Sun Yanwan's quick sword, and turned around to escape.

Sun Yanwan didn't pursue them, only targeting those closest to him. The skinny man sprinted a few dozen paces, secretly celebrating his life. He thought to himself, "These two puppies are vicious! I'll spread the word about them. They're killing innocent people for no reason, and someone's bound to cause trouble for them..."

Before this thought could be fully formed, he was hit by a stone on the back of his head. The stone was only the size of a chess piece, but it contained extremely strong power and immediately pierced through his Six Yang Head.

Zhang Qingxi killed one person without hesitation and thought to himself, "Second Junior Brother is a man of good character who kills decisively and without fussing."

"When I was traveling with my master, I felt sorry for people many times and wanted to let them go, but the result was..."

"Thank goodness I had a master back then, otherwise I would have been killed and wouldn't be alive today."

...Wandering Toad: There are all kinds of terrible speculations in the book review section. I am scared when I read them myself. I shyly ask for monthly votes...

　Because I really don't have any drafts saved, I stay up all night to write the chapter every morning. I stayed up too late yesterday and fell asleep in the afternoon...

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