From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

"Brother Linghu, be careful!"

"Pfft!"

"Rip!"

Meng Fei's warning and the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and tearing clothes rang out almost simultaneously!

In a flash, Tian Boguang's desperate swordplay proved effective.

Linghu Chong was slightly inferior in internal strength and experience. Despite his best efforts to dodge and block under the sudden increase in speed and power of his opponent, his left arm was still slashed by the blade, and his chest was torn open with a foot-long gash by the sharp blade energy. Several blood flowers bloomed on his clothes in an instant!

He let out a muffled groan, retreated rapidly, and his face turned slightly pale.

Just as Linghu Chong was in danger, Meng Fei, who was facing Tian Boguang's strongest sword strike head-on, suddenly had an unprecedentedly sharp light burst out in his eyes!

This was the moment he had been waiting for—the moment when Tian Boguang's momentum reached its peak due to his all-out attack, but his anger and impatience caused his mind to wander slightly, and his moves became outdated!

"Now!"

Meng Fei gave a low shout in his heart, and his internal energy circulated wildly at an unprecedented speed, pouring into the long sword in his hand.

While the first three moves of the Thirteen Deadly Swords are indeed exquisite, the real killing moves begin from the fourth move onwards!

With a slight, almost unbelievable flick of his wrist, the previously sharp and swift sword light abruptly subsided, as if absorbing all the surrounding light into the blade. The next instant—

"Buzz—!"

The longsword emitted a deep yet extremely penetrating hum!

A sword light, several times more dazzling than before and solidified into a tangible form, suddenly erupted.

The fourth move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords – [Awakening of Insects!]

This sword strike was not merely fast, accurate, and ruthless; it also contained a terrifying sword intent of thunderous fury. Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Tian Boguang's originally impenetrable and incredibly fast net of swift blades was cleaved open by this astonishing sword light, like snow meeting the spring sun, leaving a huge, irreparable gap!

The sinister smile on Tian Boguang's face froze instantly, turning into unbelievable horror!

He had never seen such terrifying swordsmanship before. The destructive aura contained in the sword light made his soul tremble!

He wanted to change his move and retreat, but his body seemed to be locked by that terrifying sword intent, making his movements more than a beat slower!

"No--!"

In Tian Boguang's despairing gaze, the deadly sword light still had momentum, ignoring his hasty defensive blade, and stabbed straight at his vital point in the chest!

In the face of life and death, Tian Boguang's survival instincts and ruthless nature as a top-notch expert came into play.

He roared and, disregarding the damage to his meridians, forcibly reversed some of his internal energy, while simultaneously twisting his waist with an almost snapping motion!

"Pfft!"

A dull thud sounded as a sharp blade pierced flesh.

The sword tip ultimately failed to strike the center of the chest. At the last moment, due to Tian Boguang's reckless sideways movement, it deviated half an inch from the vital heart and pierced deeply into his left chest near the shoulder, going straight through his back!

"Ugh—!"

Tian Boguang let out a mournful howl, his face instantly turning ashen, and the willow-leaf knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

Linghu Chong endured the pain, leaning on his sword, looking at Tian Boguang, who was seriously injured and unable to get up, and had lost the ability to resist. He then glanced at the long sword in Meng Fei's hand that was still dripping blood, and was shocked beyond words.

Looking at Tian Boguang lying on the ground, his face pale but still filled with resentment, Meng Fei's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable chill: "Tian Boguang, you roamed the martial world, committing countless evils. Today, you've fallen into my hands; your death is nigh!"

Having said that, he slightly turned his wrist, and the tip of his sword was pointed directly at Tian Boguang's throat.

"Wait! Brother Meng, spare his life!"

Just as the sword was about to fall, Linghu Chong's voice suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei paused, turned to look at Linghu Chong who was approaching, and frowned slightly: "What? Brother Linghu, do you have something to say? Let me kill this lecherous scoundrel first, then we can talk."

However, before Meng Fei could make another move, Linghu Chong suddenly took a deep breath, his figure flashed, and he thrust out his long sword. With a crisp "clang!", he barely managed to deflect Meng Fei's sword, which was aimed at Tian Boguang's throat.

"Brother Meng!"

Linghu Chong stood in front of Tian Boguang, his expression complex.

"Tian Boguang...is indeed wicked and deserves to die. But...though his actions are wicked, he also has some...true character. If Brother Meng can give him a chance to repent, it might not be impossible..."

"Brother Linghu!"

Meng Fei interrupted him, his eyes filled with incomprehension and anger.

"Do you know what you're saying? Tian Boguang is a notorious womanizer in the martial arts world! Countless innocent women have lost their chastity to him, and now you're pleading for this lecherous scoundrel? Is your so-called 'true feelings' any less than the humiliation and suffering those women have endured?"

Linghu Chong was momentarily speechless at his question, his embarrassment deepening, but he still insisted, "This... Brother Meng, as the saying goes, 'Put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore.' If Tian Boguang is willing to abandon evil and do good, it might not be a bad thing. Can't Brother Meng give him a chance?"

"Chance?"

Meng Fei's lips curled into a half-smile, but the disappointment in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Brother Linghu, you've only met Tian Boguang a few times, why do you keep pleading for him?"

"Moreover, what you call abandoning evil and turning over a new leaf is nothing more than 'sealing' and 'covering up' the evil deeds you did in the past, pretending that they never happened."

Meng Fei stepped forward, his gaze sharp as a sword, aimed directly at Linghu Chong.

"But have you ever considered where the 'opportunity' lies for those women he has humiliated? From whom can they seek 'opportunity' for their innocence, their lives, and even their very existence?"

"It is said that doing evil is easy, but doing good is the most difficult. He repents today out of fear of death, but who knows if he won't do evil again in the future? How many more victims will appear then? Brother Linghu, what you are doing now is no different from aiding and abetting evil."

Meng Fei's words were like knives, each sentence piercing the heart. Linghu Chong's expression changed as he was questioned, and he was speechless for a moment.

On the ground, Tian Boguang, who had just felt a glimmer of hope when he saw Linghu Chong pleading for mercy, became extremely anxious when he saw Linghu Chong wavering.

Immediately, disregarding his severe injuries and excruciating pain, he struggled and screamed, "I swear to Heaven! If I survive today, I will repent and reform! If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong glanced at Tian Boguang, who was on the verge of death and swearing oaths, and then at Meng Fei, whose face was cold and unmoved. The struggle on his face intensified.

He took a deep breath, turned to Meng Fei, and pleaded, "Brother Meng, look... he has made such a solemn vow, so perhaps... for the sake of our camaraderie today, and also for the sake of... whether he truly has a heart of repentance, we should spare him this time?"

Meng Fei silently looked at Linghu Chong, then glanced at Tian Boguang on the ground, who was staring at him expectantly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Very well, considering Brother Linghu's repeated pleas, and also considering our alliance against the enemy today..."

A look of wild joy instantly appeared in Tian Boguang's eyes.

"...I will spare your life for now."

Meng Fei abruptly changed the subject, his gaze turning icy as he looked at Tian Boguang. "But you must leave something behind as the price for sparing your life today."

"Young Master Meng, please speak! Whatever it is, I, Tian, ​​will have no objection!"

Desperate to survive, Tian Boguang readily agreed.

Meng Fei took out paper and pen from his pocket and casually tossed them in front of Tian Boguang.

"Write down for me the secrets of your 'Wandering Alone for Thousands of Miles' lightness skill, which is the foundation of your fame, and the essentials of your 'Swift Blade in the Gale' sword technique, word for word."

Meng Fei's tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable command.

"What?!"