Decaying World

Chapter 69 069 Devouring One
The Qingfeng Sword Sect's annexation process was slow. This was not only due to the annexation of the Black Dragon Sect's assets, but also, crucially, the numerous secret manuals left behind by Song Zhanlong.

Yes, Lin Hui wandered around the Song residence and discovered a small study that was used to store the martial arts manuals he had stolen.

Inside the small study were thirteen volumes of secret manuals that Song Zhanlong had previously acquired, including the fundamental diagram.

He glanced at them and found that there were nine manuals with the words "destroyed" written on them, which showed that Song Zhanlong was ruthless.

Most of these collected manuals focus on physical skills and defense, and much of their content overlaps somewhat with that of the Black Dragon Claw.

This made Lin Hui suspect that Song Zhanlong was using many secret manuals to focus on perfecting and strengthening the Black Dragon Claw.

After Weiwei left, since the territory of the Black Dragon Gate was larger than that of the Qingfeng Temple, he simply took Xiaohu and the other two and moved the plaque of the Qingfeng Sword Sect over, hung it directly on the gate of the Black Dragon Gate, and then sat there every day.

As he expected, trouble struck after only two days of peace.

These past two days may have been a buffer period for outside forces to inquire about his strength and performance. After they understand the situation, their probing will follow one after another. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a lucky guy who managed to take down the Black Dragon Gate by relying on his fast movement and sword speed.

Those he defeated were all experts who were not at the internal energy realm; he had no real achievements, but that did not deter the greedy eyes outside.

It's drizzling.

As dawn broke, on the training ground of the Black Dragon Gate branch of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

A circle of disciples and students surrounded the area, including members of the Qingfeng Sword Elderly Training School. Everyone looked at the two people facing off in the center of the arena with puzzled expressions.

A tall, bald man with a bronze complexion, wearing only black boxer shorts and a huge black wolf's head tattooed on his upper body, stood on the field, holding a two-meter-long saber, looking at Lin Hui.

"I am Rao Siyi, an elder of the Seven Killings Sect. Junior, Song Zhanlong is dead, and you acted quickly enough to get a great deal." The man looked to be at least forty years old, spoke in an old-fashioned manner, and looked at Lin Hui with a nonchalant gaze.

Before he arrived, he had already found out that Lin Hui had been fighting opponents below the Inner Force Realm from beginning to end. Although his speed was amazing, it was just so-so. Against opponents at the Inner Force Realm, he probably wouldn't be able to break through their defenses at all, just like the battle between Qingfeng Guanbao and Song Zhanlong.

So after waiting for more than a day, this elder, who mainly cultivated similar hard-body defensive techniques, could no longer contain himself.

He was afraid that if the time dragged on, Lin Hui would take all of Song Zhanlong's good stuff.

"Youngster, if you know what's good for you, take your men and get out of here. These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to call themselves a sect leader or master. Have you even reached the Inner Strength Realm yet? You dare to swagger around like this? Aren't you afraid a martial arts school owner will slap you to death if they pass by?!"

Lin Hui carefully examined the person opposite him. This was the first person with internal energy realm he had encountered after he openly occupied the Black Dragon Gate. Obviously, there could not be just one person secretly eyeing the Black Dragon Gate's assets. This person in front of him was just a lack of patience and the first to jump out.

He looked around and noticed the doubt and confusion in the eyes of his disciples and students.

These forces, gathered together with great force, may seem numerous, but in reality, they are like a sandcastle that crumbles at the slightest touch.

but it does not matter.

He smiled slightly, slowly drew his sword, and stepped forward.

"Once the sandcastle is burned, it will be integrated into one. All that's missing is a big fire."

Swish.

The tip of the sword was held horizontally in front of him.

He looked across at the other side.

"Why do you think I dared to annex the Black Dragon Gate before even breaking through to the next level?"

He lightly touched the tip of the sword with his finger, raised his head, and looked up at the sky.

"The weather is perfect today."

"Turning rain into silk, turning swords into silk."

Rao Siyi, the Seven Killings Sect elder opposite, frowned deeply.

"What kind of weird nonsense are you spouting?!"

A layer of shimmering white light emerged from various parts of his body. His opponent was moving too fast, and he was worried that if he made a mistake, he would lose face big time.

"It's nothing," Lin Hui said with a smile. "I just suddenly really like this kind of drizzly weather."

Snapped.

He took a step forward, the hard soles of his boots striking the stone bricks of the drill ground with a crisp sound.

The moment the sound rang out, the person had vanished from the spot.

The next instant, a gray shadow faintly appeared beside Rao Siyi.

Before he could even swing his saber, a burst of golden sparks erupted from his entire body.

Clang, clang, clang! !
The rapid clanging of swords erupted almost simultaneously.

"It's no use!!" Rao Siyi roared, swinging his saber to unleash a crescent moon, blocking all attacks from directly in front of him.

He then took a step forward, leaped high into the air, gathered all his internal energy into his arms, and slammed them down.

Bang! !

The stone slabs on the ground were smashed to pieces, sending up large amounts of bullet-like fragments.

The densely packed pebbles were moving extremely fast, forcing Lin Hui to find a way to dodge.

"I lost to Song Zhanlong by only one move back then. In terms of raw skill alone, I, Rao Siyi, am definitely not inferior to him!!"

Rao Siyi roared and waved out crescent moons one after another.

The blades whistled through the air with a sharp, piercing sound, and although every strike missed its mark, he continued to slash relentlessly, completely ignoring the dense bursts of sparks erupting from his body.

He's good at seeing who can't hold on any longer.

Ten moves.

Twenty moves.

Fifty moves. Eighty moves.
The white light emanating from Rao Siyi's internal energy trembled slightly.

His expression changed slightly; the strain of resisting and enduring the sword strikes was much greater than he had imagined.

This isn't right.

Is the piercing power of a sword blade really that strong, given that it's only at the limit of body tempering before reaching the inner strength realm?
How did Lin Hui manage to unleash such incredible speed?! This is abnormal!
Rao Siyi began to feel uneasy. He estimated that at the current rate of energy depletion, he could only withstand a maximum of seventy more moves before he needed to find a way to recover his internal energy.

We must think of a solution.

puff!

In an instant, the speed of the swordsmanship on the other side reached a new level. In the blink of an eye, dozens of swords struck the same spot, instantly piercing a long gash in the side of the internal energy barrier.

"Oh no!" Rao Siyi's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to grab that spot.

But it was too late.

The moment he reached out to grab it, a sword blade swiftly pierced through, embedding itself deeply in his side.

Blood blossomed, the sword was slowly withdrawn and then retracted.

Lin Hui looked at Rao Siyi, who was frozen in place and unable to move, and shook his head slightly.

He activated his Ascension technique for only a moment, and found the weakest point in the opponent's internal energy shield. Then, he pierced that point with dozens of sword strikes, successfully breaking through the internal energy.

He didn't use any internal force throughout the entire process; he simply used the pure speed of the Qingfeng Sword, the limit of his body tempering, and a moment of ascension to defeat the man.

He wiped the blood off his sword and gestured for the men to carry Rao Siyi out.

Two other people from the Seven Killings Sect also came with them. They were two young disciples, presumably Rao Siyi's apprentices. They rushed up quickly with grim faces, glaring angrily at Lin Hui. One of them helped their master up, while the other helped stop the bleeding.

"The Seven Killings Sect has learned its lesson today! We will come again in the future to seek your guidance, Sect Master."

The three men made a threat and prepared to flee.

"No need for later, how about now?"

Lin Hui's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared directly at the gate where they were leaving, blocking their way.

"You!?" The two disciples panicked and tried to run in other directions, but found that Wang Hongshi, Chen Yuan and others had blocked their way from all sides quite skillfully.

Only after everyone around had watched the entire battle did their restless thoughts finally settle down.

Previously, no one knew whether Lin Hui could actually stop an expert in the Inner Force Realm. Now it seems that the sect leader's speed is truly terrifying. It is said that he perfected his sword technique on his own, raising the Qingfeng Sword to an unprecedented level, which is why he gained unparalleled speed.

So fast that even before reaching the Inner Strength Realm, one can still move at such a speed.

Once the people of the Black Dragon Gate are determined, they act with incredible speed.

After all, those with poor execution skills had already been eliminated by Song Zhanlong. Useless people don't deserve to exist in the Black Dragon Gate.

Especially those who are useless to him, since Song Zhanlong created the Black Dragon Gate to strengthen his own power and expand his influence.

"One million silver notes, and you may leave."

Lin Hui said calmly.

If there's no consequence for those who come to challenge, wouldn't people be coming to cause trouble every day? Would they even need to cultivate? Would they just become someone else's whetstone every day?
"One million?!" The two Seven Kill Sect disciples were shocked. This was outrageous!
They don't have a million on them!
"Good! One million!" On the contrary, Rao Siyi, enduring the sharp pain in his kidneys from being stabbed, took out a stack of Tu Yue gold notes with one hand and placed them on the ground.

"let's go!"

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Lin Hui across from him.

Just as his two disciples cried out, he keenly sensed a hint of killing intent.

They knew that if they didn't pay today, the three of them would probably never be able to leave the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

So he immediately reached out, took out most of the gold notes on his person, put them down, and left.

This new sect leader, Lin Hui, is completely different from the rumors circulating about him. This guy is no novice; he exudes a strong killing intent!
The three fled the gate in a disheveled state, quickly boarded a carriage outside, and hurriedly left.

Behind them, the old men and women from the Black Dragon Gate and the Qingfeng Sword Sect burst into mocking laughter.

The atmosphere immediately became lighter.

Lin Hui smiled, sheathed his sword, gave some instructions to Wang Hongshi, the head steward, and then walked out of the gate alone, braving the drizzle towards a wonton shop diagonally opposite.

The shop was very simple, just a large, square gray awning with five wooden tables and twenty long benches underneath.

Several diners were excitedly discussing the show they had just watched, a spectacle of a challenger, when one of the main characters of the show unexpectedly walked over to their side.

"Should we fight?" Lin Hui ignored the others and walked to the table of a middle-aged woman in red, looking at her half-eaten sauerkraut and pork wontons.

"Young man, you're very arrogant." The middle-aged woman put down her spoon, wiped her mouth with a tissue, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can next to her.

“This isn’t arrogance,” Lin Hui smiled. “It’s because I know you can’t beat me.”

The middle-aged woman's face turned grim, and she remained silent for a moment. "Your sword will break the instant I touch it. If your sword breaks, you will die!"

"Give it a try?" Lin Hui's smile widened.

The woman fell silent again, her right palm, resting on her thigh, repeatedly opening and closing.

But they just didn't dare to actually do it.

Indeed, just as she herself said, if she touched the sword, Lin Hui would break the sword and die. But...
But similarly, if she doesn't encounter the sword, she will be the one to die.

Judging from the fight between Lin Hui and Rao Siyi just now, the chances of her touching the sword are very low.

(End of this chapter)