My Way

Chapter 283 I just swung the sword in my hand casually.

beautiful.

Yes, beautiful.

It was clearly just a flash of sword passing by at high speed.

But the moment he saw the sword light, Su Hu couldn't help but have such thoughts.

Although he can't be called a ruthless swordsman with only the sword in his heart.

But Su Hu has been a sword practitioner for nearly thirty years.

During these thirty years of practice.

Swing the sword, stab the sword, and sheath the sword.

He has done these three behaviors countless times.

It has turned into something like an instinctive reaction.

Speaking of swordsmanship alone.

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

Even the strongest swordsman among the younger generation in their country has publicly stated that his swordsmanship level should be regarded as top-notch among his peers.

Even the so-called [Sword Intent] which is extremely far away from ordinary people.

He has had it for nearly ten years.

Although I am not extremely passionate about swords.

But relying on his own outstanding talent, he eventually became a real swordsman.

however.

Even so.

When the pale golden long sword in Ling Wuyuan's hand cut through the air and came towards him, he immediately understood that there was a huge gap between his swordsmanship and Ling Wuyuan's, which was impossible to ignore and imagine...

There was clearly no move, just a simple chop, but as someone with good swordsmanship, Su Hu instantly understood that the arc drawn by the sword light was the most perfect route, which could definitely be successfully blocked in front of his sword at the fastest and most stable speed, and could also hit the most vulnerable point of the sword in his hand with incomparable accuracy...

this moment.

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

Other than that.

There was only a sense of sadness in his heart.

He successfully realized one thing - he had already lost.

A complete and utter loss.

No matter if it was the speed he was most proud of in the past.

Or was it that he had painstakingly practiced swordsmanship for thirty years?

I have completely failed.

at this time.

He was even a little annoyed as to why he knew swordsmanship.

If he didn't know swordsmanship, he wouldn't be in despair.

Only the ignorant can be fearless.

Because they cannot see the difference, they do not know how to be reverent.

however.

He knows 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 close...

Furthermore.

He also realized that Ling Wuyuan's footsteps had not moved from beginning to end...

When you use sprints and various boosting methods yourself.

Ling Wuyuan just stood there straight, and he showed off his ability to crush me...

Faced with this situation.

He felt hopeless in an instant.

He couldn't even think of changing the angle of his sword to make a last-ditch effort.

He is very clear.

That's just meaningless.

"..."

Accompanied by the flash of sword light.

The coldness immediately enveloped Su Hu.

His movements froze immediately.

When he came to his senses.

Look around.

The long sword in his hand was reduced to a pitiful half.

Only a mere one-third of the length remained.

His skin was constantly emitting bloody mist.

He immediately turned into a bloody man...

This is not the reason why Ling Wuyuan is dissatisfied.

It was simply the impact caused by the large number of blood vessels and capillaries in his body rupturing one after another.

When he actively drove the blood and true energy in his body to circulate at an extremely fast speed beyond the limit.

This is the inevitable result.

Although there is no external injury.

But his body was seriously injured.

It's not just blood vessels and stuff like that.

When he suddenly jumped up, in order to allow himself to successfully burst out at the fastest speed in the shortest time.

He suddenly burst out with enough strength to harm himself.

This directly resulted in many cracks appearing in the bones of his legs.

As for the various muscle injuries, it is even more difficult to estimate...

If I wasn't forcing myself.

He might not even be able to stand steadily.

of course.

Even if I'm forcing myself.

His legs still couldn't stop shaking.

"Qiang~"

That was the sound of the light golden sword being sheathed by Ling Wuyuan once again.

Although the sound is not loud.

But at this moment, Su Hu still felt bitter.

"The speed you just displayed was indeed quite good."

Hearing Ling Wuyuan's indifferent voice.

Su Hu's eyes immediately brightened.

Sounds pretty cold though.

But Su Hu could still hear a hint of identification in it.

There is no sense of praise.

There is no sense of devaluation.

Some are just a certain sense of calmness as one calmly tells the truth.

There is clearly no solemnity, nor any encouragement.

But this moment.

Su Hu immediately felt a sense of relief.

Ok……

The joy of finding joy in suffering.

This feeling of relief.

It really tastes bitter.

It feels like spending all your money and then suddenly winning the lottery for 5,000 yuan.

to be frank.

It was a very complicated feeling.

Su Hu is a little bit unable to describe it...

He only knew that he had an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and recognition.

After a moment of silence.

When blood mist gushed out of his body.

As blood slowly flowed from his hair.

He opened his rather dry mouth and asked Ling Wuyuan in an extremely bitter voice:
"Can you tell me how much speed you used before?"

Ling Wuyuan must not have used his full strength.

He knew this very well.

It wasn’t just because Ling Wuyuan didn’t even take a breath.

What's more, Ling Wuyuan's posture just now was not suitable for exerting force at all.

It's like when two people are competing in long jump distance, you not only use the running approach technique, but also wear elastic shoes.

However, even so, you were still killed by someone doing a standing long jump barefoot.

How dare you say that others are using their full strength?
and so.

Even though the loss was so tragic.

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

I only know that it is a gap that I am absolutely unable to make up for now.

But for this kind of problem.

It’s actually a bit difficult for Ling Wuyuan to answer.

Because I didn't use much effort.

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

It's just like an ordinary person can't tell exactly how much force he used when he casually waved his hand.

After thinking about it.

He could only speak calmly:
"What speed?"

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

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

Hear this.

Su Hu was slightly stunned.

Many complex emotions suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Shock, doubt, disbelief, dullness, helplessness...all kinds of emotions are flowing wildly in it.

however.

In the end, all his thoughts and reluctance could only turn into a sigh full of helplessness:
"All right……"

"Is this the gap between you and me..."

Done.

The words haven't faded away.

He fell backwards straight up...

(End of this chapter)