I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 54 Even the arts of ghosts and gods can kill.
Pei Ju's eyes were filled with darkness, a darkness that enveloped him like a swamp.

He had experienced darkness with Han Yitong. Teacher Han's darkness was one that made people lose their way, like a dark room that seemed endless and impossible to escape.

The darkness he felt now, even though the door was right there, was like a person stuck in quagmire, struggling to get out no matter how hard they tried, and sinking deeper the more they struggled.

The door was in his sight from the beginning, but it kept getting smaller and smaller, and he felt himself sinking into a dark abyss.

His heart raced as he watched the faint light from the opening shrink, but he found it hard to calm himself down.

One reason why people in the supernatural realm now regard the swordsman profession as inferior is that its abilities are too singular. It is a close-combat profession with limited abilities, making it unable to effectively resist various complex situations and having weak escape capabilities.

However, because their abilities are all concentrated in the sword and they like to emphasize offensive power, they also appear fragile. Therefore, people in the entire supernatural realm do not have a high opinion of pure swordsmen.

Another type of knight is highly sought after in the supernatural world because the knight's abilities are well-balanced in offense and defense, with strong survivability. They can fight against swordsmen and also kill spirits.

Pei Ju's current abilities include a deep-seated inner spirit, the surging internal energy in his meridians, the Ghost-Slaying Sword Intent, and several sword techniques.

Of course, this doesn't mean that swordsmanship can't break these things. In theory, swordsmanship can, especially when personal will and inner energy are incorporated into the swordsmanship. In that case, a swordsman's swordsmanship has the potential to break all spells.

However, compared to using magic to break magic, it is much more difficult to break magic with just a sword.

Since there are easier and more certain ways to do it, why choose the difficult one? As a result, the swordsman class has gradually become a profession for performance and competition.

At that moment, Pei Ju heard another voice.

"Sir, this person is so stupid," said the female voice that had just been talking to someone outside.

"The Void Swamp is truly formidable, Steward. It can trap and kill people in one, and it can be used against individuals or groups," the rough-looking man flattered at this moment.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be Pei Ju, the new generation successor of the Pei Clan Sword Hall. After we capture him, the first step of the mission will be completed. Take him into the temple, where the mountain lord wants to devour five generations of his people to obtain the five elements."

"We can use him to lure out the true form of the Mountain Lord. Only by finding His true form can we obtain divinity," the deacon's majestic voice rang out.

As Pei Ju heard these words, the light in his eyes grew smaller and smaller. He felt himself still sinking, and the sounds seemed to come through a blockage of mud.

He believed that when that glimmer of light disappeared, he would be completely submerged, and that a person would naturally die if they were submerged in the mud.

Pei Ju closed his eyes. This feeling of being so close to death made him panic, but deep down, he calmed his will and focused his mind on his dantian, where a part of his will began to quiet down.

Focus your mind on your dantian, and unite your breath and intention.

He once again murmured a line from the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique in his mind.

"All professions in the world draw their methods from ghosts and gods. My swordsmanship can kill ghosts, and it can also break the methods derived from ghosts and gods. Ghosts and gods can be killed, and the methods of ghosts and gods can also be killed."

"Ghosts and gods can be killed, and so can the methods of ghosts and gods."

"Ghosts and gods can be killed, and so can the methods of ghosts and gods."

"Ghosts and gods can be killed, and so can the methods of ghosts and gods."

He kept repeating this sentence in his mind, strengthening his belief. Outside him, there were three people standing there, with a young man in the middle, who was shrouded in a cloud of black smoke.

He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and he held a sword tightly in his hand. His right hand was still gripping the hilt, as if he wanted to draw it, but his whole body was trembling, and he could not pull out the sword.

“The heir of the Pei Clan Sword Hall still has a strong sword heart. Even so, he can still stand firm,” the woman said. She looked like a charming mature woman, wearing a dark green cheongsam with subtle patterns, red high heels, and her hair was even permed into big waves.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed quite good, and you can even stand up. I've seen people who have been hit by your spell before. They can't tell which way they are and they fall to the ground very quickly. When they struggle to get up, they crawl or roll on the ground, and some even dig holes in the ground to try to burrow into it."

His voice was still rough, and he was strong. He wore a red vest that revealed his muscles, faded jeans, and mesh shoes.

Their clothing was completely different from the people here, which could only mean that they were the real deal when they came in.

Generally speaking, only consciousness can descend into this place, but there are still ways to enter the physical body, like them now.

"The swordsman profession requires a person with a strong will, but such a person is not flexible in thinking. When learning other spells, they will definitely achieve half the result with twice the effort. There is a theory abroad that a person's thinking determines whether he or she can learn spells, what kind of spells he or she can learn, and in turn, what professions she can choose."

The old man in black, with his hands behind his back, looked around the room. He spoke naturally, but the man and woman listened attentively, knowing that the steward had a penchant for teaching.

At times like these, he always likes to give some guidance. If he is interrupted, he will be very unhappy and will definitely make things difficult for the other person if he finds an opportunity.

Just as the woman in the cheongsam was about to flatter the deacon and ask which category of thought it was, the deacon stopped talking and said, "This room looks safe. I plan to set up a mirror tunnel here to guide the guild master and the others over."

“The deacon’s decision is certainly correct. Let’s check this room again.” The man in the red vest said quickly.

He went inside, while the deacon stood at the door with his hands behind his back, watching the heavy rain outside.

The woman in the cheongsam seemed a bit hesitant. She looked around, wanting to speak to the steward but appearing hesitant to do so.

"I brought you in first this time so that you could be credited for being the first to arrive. You should make the most of it," the steward suddenly said.

"Yes, I understand, sir. I will arrange for my daughter to work at your club after we return," the woman in the cheongsam replied immediately.

The steward stood there with his hands behind his back, not answering, but clearly acknowledging her words.

However, at that moment, the deacon suddenly turned around, and in that instant, the hand holding the sword in the boy's hand, which was shrouded in smoke and darkness, actually moved.

"Qiang!"

The sword is unsheathed.

A burst of white light burst forth from the darkness, slicing through the darkness and smoke.

"...Even the methods of ghosts and gods can be used to kill..."

As the sword was drawn, the boy roared out the words.

(End of this chapter)