The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 15 Seven Slashes of Bolang
After a while.

Meng Yue was bruised and swollen, and his whole body felt weak. He was helped downstairs to have medicine applied.

'By using stance training and some techniques from guiding exercises, my strength and speed have increased significantly. It seems that even if I were to fight three people side by side, they wouldn't pose a threat to me.'

'I'm too mature!'

Hong Yuan pondered silently, his gaze shifting to Meng Yue's retreating figure. 'However, it seems Meng Yue held back a bit when he fought me…'

The training ground fell silent. The apprentices were trembling with fear, not daring to utter a sound, and their gazes toward Hong Yuan were filled with awe.

When Hong Yuan looked back, the apprentices either avoided eye contact or lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

Clearly, Hong Yuan's swift and decisive defeat of Meng Yue and his two companions had intimidated the remaining apprentices.

'Indeed, the best way to establish authority in a place is to set an example. Punishing the troublemakers will bring much-needed peace. I guess this is like killing the chicken… no! Killing the monkey to scare the chicken!'

Hong Yuan still had a smile on his face.

But by this time, none of the apprentices in the arena felt that he was kind and approachable anymore. Instead, some of them were secretly wary of him and regarded him as a ruthless character with a smiling face.

"Don't just stand there, everyone. It's normal for fellow disciples to make some moves when sparring and competing."

Hong Yuan waved his hand, casually brushing it off, and said with a smile, "Everyone, continue practicing. I'm in the backyard. If you have any questions, you can come and ask me."

"Yes! Senior brother!"

The apprentices breathed a sigh of relief. Although their answers were not perfectly synchronized, they addressed him as "Senior Brother" much more smoothly.

Hong Yuan walked through the training ground and headed straight for the backyard.

Yang Lie took a few strides to catch up with Hong Yuan and walked alongside him. He grinned and gave him a thumbs up, then said, "Brother Hong, Uncle Wu and I are about to leave the martial arts school. Before we go, Uncle Wu wants to give you a gift."

Ok? !

Hong Yuan was slightly surprised. Hadn't the so-called "welcome gift" already been given this morning?

Wu Duxiong insisted on sparring with him. Although Wu Duxiong did not draw his sword or use any real strength, he still managed to make Hong Yuan look foolish with his ruthless skills honed over many years in the military.

Suppressing his doubts, Hong Yuan asked, "Brother Yang, are you leaving? Where are you going?"

"I'm naturally a wandering knight-errant, and I've never liked staying in one place for too long. Uncle Wu also thinks I'm slacking off in my martial arts practice, so he wants to take me out to gain some experience. As for where we're going? Haha, we'll go wherever we end up. The world is vast, and home is everywhere."

Yang Lie laughed heartily, appearing very open-minded.

"Brother Yang is indeed a true hero!"

A single letter, a thousand-mile journey to keep the appointment, risking one's life to break into the "devil's den," and then leaving without a trace after the deed was done—this is the true spirit of a chivalrous knight, Hong Yuan thought with admiration.

It's only because no one wrote about it that it was mentioned; otherwise, it would have been included in the "Biographies of Wandering Knights".

In the backyard training ground, Yang Erhu stood on the steps, holding a cup of hot tea, his expression serene.

Wu Duxiong stood in the center of the arena, holding the fish-scale knife in his arms, his eyes closed and his mind focused.

Hearing the footsteps, Wu Duxiong suddenly opened his eyes, which were sharp as if they were shining.

He gazed at Hong Yuan and said calmly, "Young Hong, I already tested your skills this morning. Now that we are about to depart, I have no gifts to offer, except for a sword technique that combines our sect's methods with military styles, which is barely acceptable. I will teach it to you!"

With a low clang, Wu Duxiong drew his sword, tossing the scabbard aside so it would embed itself halfway in the muddy ground. The fish-scale blade in Wu Duxiong's hand gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the warm autumn sun, like a blue fish swimming in a deep, cold pool. He ran his fingers along the spine of the blade. "Linjiang Prefecture has a vast network of waterways, and the battles are like relentless, surging waves. Therefore, my sword technique is called 'Seven Slashes of the Waves.' Watch closely!"

As he spoke, Wu Duxiong roared, uttering the word "kill" with a resounding tone, like the sound of metal.

His eyes suddenly turned cold and ruthless, his face filled with murderous intent, and his figure moved abruptly, a simple and unadorned slash appearing before Hong Yuan's eyes.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, its sharp and swift momentum tearing violently through the air, creating a whooshing sound. The blade struck with unstoppable force, like a bolt of lightning.

Before the momentum had died down, Wu Duxiong flipped his wrist and gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands. The blade slashed horizontally, and a cold, streak of light flashed in the air, as if to cut off all obstacles in his path.

Whoosh!

Wu Duxiong's figure was steady, and his steps were mostly forward and stepping. Each step he took was like a drumbeat, a signal for attack. The 'drumbeat' echoed the knife in his hand, and the killing aura whistled back and forth.

While demonstrating the knife technique, he quickly explained the secrets of the knife skill.

His swordsmanship doesn't vary much. After all, combat in the military doesn't allow for too many fancy techniques. His movements are wide and sweeping, and each strike seems to concentrate all his strength. He mainly uses slashing and chopping attacks to pursue his opponent, using offense as defense, and every strike is deadly!

"In military battles, one must not be bound by specific techniques. Use whichever technique works best; the best technique is the one that can kill!"

The seven sword techniques were used up in the blink of an eye, and the blade suddenly shifted, changing again. Wu Duxiong had disrupted the order of the seven strikes, wielding the blade arbitrarily.

The fish-scale knife danced in his palm, seemingly becoming an extension of his arm, inseparable from it.

Yang Lie's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he made a knife gesture with his hand, gesturing incessantly.

The "Seven Slashes of Bolang" technique was refined, and Hong Yuan memorized it all after only one look. When Wu Duxiong demonstrated it in a random order, he had already begun to study the opponent's power generation techniques, footwork, and sword stance changes. No crucial point could escape his gaze.

With a whoosh, the longsword sliced ​​through the air like a ripple. Wu Duxiong's swordplay came to an abrupt halt. Without pausing for breath, he stared intently at Hong Yuan: "How much have you memorized?"

"I've memorized it all!"

“Okay!” Wu Duxiong nodded.

He possessed the decisiveness of a soldier, and since Hong Yuan said he remembered it, he didn't doubt it, nor did he ask Hong Yuan to demonstrate it, and took the scabbard himself.

With a 'clang,' the sword was sheathed!

“Junior brother…” Yang Erhu coughed lightly at this moment, his eyes falling on Wu Duxiong, hesitating to speak.

"Alright, that's enough!" Wu Duxiong waved his hand to interrupt, his murderous aura vanishing. He patted his scabbard, exuding a carefree and reckless air. "I've spent many years in the military, and now that I've finally escaped, I'm eager to see the world's wonders. I don't want to stay here and work for you, Old Yang, for nothing..."

Knowing that Wu Duxiong had made up his mind, Yang Erhu sighed and said, "Alright, when are you leaving?"

"Now!"

Wu Duxiong was decisive in his actions, leaving as soon as he said he would, without any hesitation.

He didn't bring any bundles or clothes, just a piece of clothing and a knife, and some silver in his pocket before setting off.

In his words, the sky is his blanket and the earth his mat. If someone with his abilities were to end up starving, he deserved to die, so as not to embarrass himself and become a laughingstock.

"Uncle, Brother Hong, until we meet again!" Yang Lie, carrying only a steel knife, waved to the two men with his back to them at the entrance of the Yang Family Martial Arts School, and followed Wu Duxiong away.

(End of this chapter)