In the Blade

It was not until he saw the pen nailed between his chest and abdomen that the burly man realized for the first time that death was so close to him.

The pen, which was almost falling apart, quickly turned red. It was the blood flowing from his body. The blood flowed down the pen shaft, passed through the tip of the pen, and finally dripped onto the ground, leaving a red mark.

He was probably going to die.

He hadn't even had time to achieve success, he hadn't even had time to kill people, he hadn't shown his superb swordsmanship, he hadn't even said his own name.

He had fought all the way because he didn't want to be an unknown person anymore. He wanted power, he wanted to become stronger - so he came all the way to now, he mastered power, he walked so many roads, and paid so much for it.

But now, he was going to die here as an unknown person.

This was really...

"Okay, don't move."

The cook's voice sounded again.

"It's not a fatal injury now, but it may not be if you move again... The other end of the pen is a blade, be careful not to cut your internal organs."

After these words came out, the burly man really stopped moving.

This was not even a matter of listening to advice, but his body took action before him-it was at this time that he realized that no matter how fierce his words were and how cruel his actions were, in the end, he still didn't want to die.

This also made the burly man dejected.

He might not be as ready to die as he imagined.

"I... lost."

This time, the burly man finally stopped moving.

"I lost, you kill me."

"Why are you all like this?"

The cook spoke again, and his face looked quite dissatisfied.

"You always chop at me, and if you can't beat me, you just lower your head and wait for death, as if you can't live today if you don't kill you...Then let me ask you, if I don't kill you today, what can you do?"

"I..."

The burly man was stunned.

Yes, what can he do?

He felt relieved after saying it, but if the other party was determined not to kill him, what could he do?

Commit suicide? Just end it here? Then what was the point of bowing his head just now?

"I..."

The burly man with a mess in his mind simply gritted his teeth and twisted his body to let the bald pen on his chest crush his internal organs.

However, at this moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Okay, stop moving, you can't come up with a complete idea now... How about this, I will treat your injuries, and then you drink hot soup to replenish yourself, and then have a good sleep. If you have any ideas or decisions, you can talk about them when you wake up and are full of energy. What do you think?"

"..."

The burly man did not speak, but just lowered his head silently, allowing Du Chengfeng to pull out the bald pen nailed between his chest and abdomen.

However, just when Du Chengfeng pulled out the pen and prepared to treat the wound, the wound in the chest and abdomen of the burly man actually grew a blade from the inside.

Obviously, this burly man has some special method to temporarily treat the wound while maintaining a certain combat effectiveness.

But no matter how temporary the treatment is, the wound is still a wound. The blood lost from the wound, the damaged texture, and the spirit and energy that collapsed because of the failure are not so easy to recover.

Du Chengfeng could see that the burly man was very depressed.

So he chose to use a bowl of hot soup to warm the other party a little. The warm soup can make people feel a little better - of course, this bowl of soup is also free of charge. Anyway, he boiled a big pot, and it doesn't take so much to make noodles.

But it is obvious that this time, the burly man in front of him did not feel his kindness.

The burly man has not recovered from the previous battle and is still recalling what happened before.

"You...are very good at using a knife."

It was not a question, but an affirmative sentence. When the burly man said this, he looked up at Du Chengfeng's eyes.

"Did you cut the stone bridge by the river?"

"You can see all this?"

Du Chengfeng was a little confused.

"It is true that I cut the stone bridge, but how did you know that I can use a knife?"

"When I started fighting just now."

Thinking of the fight just now, the burly man's face was full of regret.

He should have seen this earlier, but the weapons on the other side misled him - he had a dagger in his waist and a pen that he couldn't tell the details of, which was almost equivalent to not carrying a weapon. Even if he was good at something, it was probably close combat or something like that. It was just that at this level, he couldn't deal with a war knife, let alone his knife.

But now thinking back, he realized that not carrying a knife does not mean that he doesn't understand knives.

It is precisely because he has enough knowledge of knives that he can counter his moves and even make him unable to use his knife.

"So why don't you use a knife?"

Thinking of this, the burly man frowned.

Why does a man who is good at using a knife not use one?

Does he look down on him? Do he think that he doesn't need to draw a knife at his level? Or...

"Of course it's because you're too fast!"

Du Chengfeng answered immediately.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? I said no, no, but you insisted on slashing at me. Did you give me time to draw a knife? Who has nothing to do in the kitchen with this thing?"

"This."

The burly man was speechless for a long time.

It seems... that's the case.

The other party just came out to mediate the dispute, not to cut people, why did he have to carry a knife in his hand?

This is one thing, but it's another thing for him - that is, although from a rational point of view, this statement is indeed correct, but from a personal point of view, he can't accept that the world's number one knife in his hand would be defeated by a swordsman who doesn't even bring a knife.

"Let me see your knife."

After drinking half a bowl of soup, the burly man straightened his neck.

"Please let me see your knife!"

The words have come to this point, which is a bit of a tantrum, but considering that the burly man is probably not clear-headed now, Du Chengfeng didn't say much, and simply ran back to the post station, pretending to take something, and then used the Emperor's Cervical Vertebra Sword to cut open the hole and took out the heavy knife he usually used.

"Come, let me show you."

"That's not what I meant..."

The burly man choked on the spot. What he wanted to express was to see the opponent's sword moves and sword paths, or to say, his understanding of the sword, to see where he was inferior, and to see where the opponent was strong.

But the other party took out the sword and showed it to him... It seemed that it was indeed shown to him?

However, even if there was a little deviation between imagination and reality, the burly man could not say any words of protest at this moment.

It was just because his sight was completely attracted by the sword in front of him.

"This..."

The more he looked, the more the burly man frowned.

The sword was indeed a good sword, but that was only from the perspective of a so-called master of evil spirit. After all, this sword seemed to have chopped many people, and it should have accumulated a lot of evil spirits - but from the perspective of a sword, this sword was as bad as it could be.

The exaggerated shape means that the center of gravity is not at all in place. When swinging such a sword, the arm and wrist will feel uncomfortable. The heavy blade means heavy weight, which means that this sword can't really be used to chop a few times - to put it bluntly, this sword is not much different from a heavy axe, and it is almost impossible to change the move after a chop.

Such a sword can't kill people at all, and it's too clumsy to use it to kill pigs.

However, it was on such a broken copper and iron sword that he felt a rather pure breath, which was far more pure than the so-called evil spirit, more like the will left by a master.

This is really...

"Is this really the sword you use?"

The burly man was puzzled.

He really couldn't figure out who would use such a rotten thing - but this thing is not particularly rotten, strictly speaking, it's just, not good or bad, not bad, it makes people very confused.

"This is indeed the knife I use, what's wrong?"

Du Chengfeng took back the blade and even swung it in the air a few times.

Well, very good, because of the exaggerated shape and poor matching, the feel of this knife is still as bad.

But maybe because it has been used for too long, if it is not this feel, he is still a little uncomfortable.

"Look, it can still be used, right?"

"Yes... it can be used."

The burly man nodded with difficulty.

"Which master did you get this knife from? The will entrusted on it is very pure. With this will alone, this knife may be able to compete with my knife to see who is the real number one in the world, but the problem is that the material and design of your knife itself are really..."

"...Wait a minute?"

Du Chengfeng's face suddenly froze.

"What did you say just now? What is the number one in the world?"

"The number one sword in the world."

With this, the burly man waved his hand and showed his simple sword.

Du Chengfeng took a look and found that the hand that the burly man had cut off had grown back at some point, but that hand looked like a blade.

Obviously, this was also the ability of the sword, just like the sudden second stage transformation just now, and the way to seal the wound.

The best sword in the world...

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look at his pen.

It's true that people will die if they compare themselves with others, and goods will be thrown away if they are compared with others.

Compared with the sword, his pen was really a bit too useless. Although theoretically, when the pen was in the hands of County Magistrate Yuan, it looked quite bluffing, but why did he only use it as a camouflage uniform when it was in his hands?

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng's eyes once again glanced at the burly man.

He suddenly regretted the rescue just now. Maybe if he stabbed the burly man to death, the knife would be his.

"This sword... is the best sword in the world."

The burly man felt a chill down his spine when he saw Du Chengfeng's gaze, but he continued to speak.

"But now it should be the best sword in the world. After all, this time, both I and it lost. There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. A sword that loses cannot be considered the best in the world..."

"Oh, that's the case."

Du Chengfeng came to his senses and looked away embarrassedly.

Although theoretically, he still has a chance to make amends, such as taking advantage of his weakness to kill him, and simply stabbing the burly man to death again. Anyway, the other party can't beat him, and it will only take a few minutes to fight - but he definitely can't do that. On the one hand, it is too immoral, and on the other hand, the nameless boy is still watching.

Killing and robbing in front of children has an immeasurable bad influence on teenagers.

What's more...

"In other words, your knife is not the best knife in the world now?"

"Actually... it is still."

To Du Chengfeng's surprise, the burly man in front of him nodded.

"Although we all lost, this knife is still the best war knife in the world. After all, this knife lost to you, and it didn't lose to the knife... No new war knife can beat it, so it is still the best in the world."

"..."

Du Chengfeng's face froze.

He suddenly thought, why not just kill the burly man.

But this kind of thing is just a thought. Now that it has come to this, there is no need for him to continue fighting with this burly man - not to mention that compared to the sword and the burly man who have already been defeated, he is more curious about what this mechanism is.

After all, he still has a world-class judge's pen in his hand. If according to what this burly man said, someone uses the judge's pen to defeat this pen, and the winner will be the new world-class pen?

"This... this pen is also the world's best? No wonder it can pierce my body."

Hearing Du Chengfeng say this, the burly man's forehead immediately sweated.

It turns out that his prediction on this point is not wrong. This bald pen is indeed very interesting.

"But if it's the case, it's indeed what you said. If someone uses the judge's pen to defeat your pen, then it will naturally not be the world's best... But don't you use a knife? Where did this pen come from?"

"I got it after winning the fight."

Du Chengfeng's expression is quite subtle.

Strictly speaking, he defeated the pen with a knife, and then defeated the knife with a pen - although he remembered that he didn't use a knife when he defeated the county magistrate Yuan, but now it seems that the mechanism of the world's number one is more complicated than he understood before.

Is the world's number one really strong?

Not necessarily.

Perhaps the weapon itself can indeed bring temporary strength, but the real determination of strength is still the person who uses the weapon.

"So you also take out your knife."

"...Ah?"

The burly man was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, hold it well, hold it steady."

Du Chengfeng swung his heavy sword.

"Let me chop it, as long as I cut your sword off."

"As long as I cut your sword off, my sword will be the best in the world."