Only My Way

Beautiful.

Yes, beautiful.

It was clearly just a sword light that flashed by at extreme speed.

But the moment Su Hu witnessed that sword light, he couldn't help but have such a thought.

Although he couldn't be called a heartless swordsman with only the sword in his mind.

Su Hu was still a cultivator who had used the sword for nearly thirty years.

In these thirty years of cultivation.

Swinging the sword, thrusting the sword, and sheathing the sword.

He had done these three actions countless times.

He had already turned them into something akin to instinctual reflexes.

Speaking solely of swordsmanship.

He felt that his swordsmanship was at a very good level among his peers.

Even the strongest swordsman of the younger generation in their country had once publicly stated that his swordsmanship level should be considered top-tier among his fellow cultivators.

Even that so-called [Sword Intent], which was extremely distant to ordinary people.

He had already possessed it for nearly ten years.

Although he wasn't extremely devoted to the sword.

Relying on his own outstanding talent, he had ultimately become a true swordsman.

However.

Even so.

When Ling Wuyuan's pale golden longsword cut through the air towards him, he immediately understood that there was a huge and unimaginable gap between his swordsmanship and Ling Wuyuan's swordsmanship…

Clearly, there were no moves at all, just a simple chop, but as someone with decent swordsmanship, Su Hu instantly understood that the arc that the sword light drew was the most perfect route, absolutely able to successfully block his sword with the fastest and most stable speed, and also able to hit the weakest point of the longsword in his hand with incomparable precision…

At this moment.

He instinctively realized that Ling Wuyuan had already found the optimal solution to the problem.

Besides that.

In his heart, there was only a sense of悲凉 (bēi liáng - sorrow and desolation).

He successfully realized one thing – he had already lost.

Completely and utterly lost.

Whether it was his usual proud speed.

Or the swordsmanship he had painstakingly cultivated for thirty years.

He was completely defeated in everything.

At this time.

He was even a little annoyed that he understood swordsmanship.

If he didn't understand swordsmanship, he wouldn't be desperate.

The ignorant are fearless.

Because they don't see the gap, they don't know awe.

However.

He understood swordsmanship.

Therefore.

When Su Hu saw the huge gap between them.

He was instantly filled with despair.

That was a gap that he didn't know how many years it would take to bridge…

Moreover.

He also realized that Ling Wuyuan's footsteps had never moved from beginning to end…

While he was using sprints and various boosting methods.

Ling Wuyuan just stood there straight, revealing the ability to crush him…

Faced with this situation.

He was instantly filled with despair.

He couldn't even raise the idea of changing the angle of his sword to struggle to the death.

He knew very well.

That was just a meaningless act.

"…"

Along with the passing of that sword light.

The coldness immediately enveloped Su Hu.

His movements also froze immediately.

When he came back to his senses.

Looking around.

The longsword in his hand was already only a pitifully small half.

Only a mere one-third of its length remained.

His skin was constantly spraying out blood-colored mist.

Making him instantly turn into a bloody man…

This was not due to Ling Wuyuan's actions.

It was simply the effect of a large number of blood vessels and capillaries in his body rupturing one after another.

When he actively drove the blood and true qi in his body to operate at extreme speeds beyond the limit.

This was the inevitable result.

Although there were no external injuries.

His body was indeed seriously injured.

Not just things like blood vessels.

When he suddenly burst out.

In order to be able to successfully explode with the fastest speed in the shortest time.

He forcibly burst out with a force sufficient to damage himself.

This directly led to many cracks appearing in the leg bones of his legs.

As for the various damages to the muscles, it was even more difficult to estimate…

If he wasn't holding on strongly.

He was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to stand steadily.

Of course.

Even if he was holding on strongly.

His legs would still tremble uncontrollably.

"Clang ~"

That was the sound of the pale golden longsword being sheathed by Ling Wuyuan once again.

Although the sound was not loud.

At this moment, it still made Su Hu feel bitter.

"The speed you just burst out with was indeed not bad."

Hearing Ling Wuyuan's indifferent voice.

Su Hu's eyes immediately brightened a lot.

Although it sounded very indifferent.

Su Hu could still hear that it did contain a hint of recognition.

There was no sense of praise.

There was no sense of belittling.

There was only a sense of indifference, calmly stating the truth.

Clearly, there was no solemnity, and no encouragement.

But at this moment.

Su Hu immediately felt some comfort.

Um…

The comfort of finding joy in suffering.

This sense of comfort.

Was truly full of a bitter taste.

It was like the feeling of winning the lottery for five thousand yuan after spending all your wealth.

To be honest.

That was a very complex feeling.

Su Hu couldn't quite describe it…

He only knew that he inexplicably had a sense of satisfaction and recognition.

After a moment of silence.

When the blood mist spewing from his body.

Made the blood slowly drip down his hair.

He opened his rather dry mouth and asked Ling Wuyuan in an extremely bitter voice:

"Can you tell me, how much speed did you use before?"

Ling Wuyuan certainly didn't use his full strength.

He was very clear about this.

Not only because Ling Wuyuan didn't even pant once.

But also because Ling Wuyuan's posture just now was not suitable for exerting force at all.

This was like when two people were competing in a long jump, you not only used running techniques, but also wore elastic shoes.

However, even so, you were still crushed by someone who was barefoot and doing a standing long jump.

How dare you say that the other person used their full strength?

Therefore.

Although he lost so miserably.

Su Hu still didn't know how big the gap between him and Ling Wuyuan was.

He only knew that it was a gap that he was absolutely unable to make up for now.

But for this kind of question.

Ling Wuyuan actually had a little trouble answering.

Because he didn't use much force.

He himself couldn't estimate how much force he had used just now.

The matter was just like how ordinary people couldn't say how much force they used when they casually waved their hands.

After thinking about it.

He could only say very frankly:

"How much speed?"

"I don't know about that kind of thing either."

"I just casually waved the sword in my hand."

Hearing this.

After Su Hu was slightly stunned.

Many extremely complex emotions suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Shock, doubt, disbelief, sluggishness, helplessness… all kinds of emotions were swirling wildly within.

However.

In the end, all his thoughts and unwillingness could only turn into a sigh full of helplessness:

"Okay…"

"Is this the gap between you and me…"

After speaking.

Before the voice faded.

He fell straight backward…