Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

Xiao Hu stood there, staring blankly at Qin Cang's back, a loneliness he had never felt before welling up in his heart. The pain was like a needle piercing his heart, making him unbearable.

"You..." Xiaohu finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Are you not going to pay attention to me?"

Qin Cang didn't look back, nor did he stop. He just said lightly: "You also have your choice."

Xiaohu, this young figure, is like a bright star, illuminating the entire world. However, this star was swallowed by Liu San's darkness and became extremely pale.

Qin Cang's mind reverberated with the image of that young man. A few months ago, Xiao Hu, driven by a passion for martial arts, had bravely stirred up a stir in the martial arts world, defeating countless enemies and rising to prominence. However, it was precisely this fame that attracted the attention of Liu San. Liu San was cold-blooded and ruthless, seemingly unconcerned with morality, solely focused on who could be used to his advantage and bring him the greatest benefits.

At first, Xiaohu didn't realize this. He naively believed he had enough strength to withstand any threat. That was until Liu San's first follower silently appeared beside him, stabbing him in the heart with a deadly blade. At that moment, Xiaohu finally realized he was just a pawn on Liu San's chessboard.

However, Liu San didn't seem eager to kill Xiao Hu. Instead, he seemed to be waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a chance to completely devour Xiao Hu. Qin Cang knew that Liu San had approached Xiao Hu more than once, but each time, for various reasons, he had failed to capture him. Now, Qin Cang faced Liu San's final blow.

That night, the wind still howled through the mountains, and distant flames flickered. Qin Cang stood up, carrying the heavy knife on his back, and walked towards the end of the mountain path. He knew in his heart that the purpose of his journey was not simply to stop Liu San's plan, but to pull the young man named Xiaohu out of the abyss and let him see the true world of martial arts and the human heart.

Xiaohu is now deeply trapped, unable to see a way out, lost in the endless darkness. Qin Cang never believed in the so-called "hero saving the damsel in distress"—he wasn't saving Xiaohu, but that once-bright heart. He believed that only through the trials of blood and fire could one truly see the true nature of the human heart and find oneself in the midst of despair.

The sound of muffled footsteps drifted in the wind, approaching ever closer. Qin Cang's gaze remained unchanged, knowing that Liu San had finally arrived. Qin Cang gripped the hilt of his sword, its blade as sharp as snow and chilling.

"Liu San," Qin Cang's voice was like thunder coming from afar, "I advise you to stop."

In the darkness, Liu San's figure gradually became clear. He was dressed in black, standing there expressionless, but his eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty gleam. Behind him, followed two tall, ferocious-looking men in black. They were obviously Liu San's confidants, and their martial arts skills were extraordinary.

"Qin Cang," Liu San said coldly, "You dare to stop me? You're really courting death."

Qin Cang's lips curled up slightly, a sneer flashing in his eyes. "Since you dare to come here, don't you understand that the only outcome today is death?"

"Dead end?" Liu San raised his eyebrows. "Don't you think you chose this path by yourself?"

Qin Cang's eyes were as sharp as knives. "If you can get out, then you are not worthy of being called Liu San."

Before he finished speaking, two of Liu San's henchmen had already rushed forward, their long swords gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Qin Cang didn't flinch at all. He moved, transforming into a dark shadow, and quickly rushed forward. As the two men in black raised their swords, Qin Cang's figure had already disappeared from their sight.

In an instant, Qin Cang appeared behind one of the men like a ghost. With a flash of his sword, he severed the scabbard at the man's waist and then, with astonishing speed, stabbed him in the chest. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the surrounding ground red. Before the man could react, he was already dead.

Seeing this, the other man in black roared in anger and swung his sword at Qin Cang. However, Qin Cang did not retreat. His figure flashed like lightning again, and the blade narrowly grazed Qin Cang's shoulder, but failed to reach him. His blade flashed like lightning, piercing the man's neck. Blood spurted out, and the man in black fell to the ground, his eyes filled with astonishment and unwillingness.

The entire process took place extremely quickly. Qin Cang's movements were concise and swift, each strike carrying a deadly murderous aura, without a single drag. He calmly stared at the two fallen bodies, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"You are Liu San's pawns." Qin Cang said in a low voice, as if speaking to a corpse, "But it's time to end this."

At this moment, Liu San finally moved. He rushed over like a ghost, the long sword in his hand seemed to blend into the darkness, silently slashing towards Qin Cang's head. Qin Cang's eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife, his mind already focused, and he gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, facing Liu San's attack with his sword.

The two blades collided with a dull thud. Sparks flew, and the flashes of the blades intertwined like lightning and thunder, and the air around them seemed to freeze. Qin Cang's eyes were fixed on Liu San, and in that moment, it seemed as if time had stood still.

Liu San's expression changed slightly, clearly having not expected Qin Cang to confront him head-on at this moment. However, he didn't retreat in the slightest, instead pressing down on Qin Cang with even greater force. Their blades clashed in mid-air, neither yielding, as if it were a fateful duel.

The two blades collided, sparks flying, and the air seemed to be torn apart by the blades, and the murderous aura in the air became increasingly thick. Qin Cang's heart was calm. In the gap between the two blades, at that moment, he could almost feel Liu San's breath. Liu San's knife was sharp and swift, and seemed to carry endless hatred and cold determination.

But Qin Cang knew that at this moment, he absolutely could not relax even a little. His right hand was already trembling slightly, and his grip on the hilt of the knife was getting tighter, as if the knife had become one with him, a part of his body.

He had never faced such an enemy before.

Liu San, the killer who made his name in the martial arts world, had a sneer in his eyes. Qin Cang could sense his determination. Liu San was no longer the mastermind behind everything. He had only one goal in mind: to kill Qin Cang.

"Do you think you can stop me?" Liu San sneered, turned the blade, and chopped it quickly from the side.

Qin Cang's heart moved, and he stepped back slightly, dodging quickly, but it was still not fast enough. The blade slashed across his shoulder, leaving a deep wound. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red. The intense pain almost made Qin Cang lose consciousness for a short time.