I became a martial arts saint while playing games.

Seeing Gu Yan's sword strike with overwhelming force, the young master's pupils constricted, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He hastily spun to the side, his figure flashing like a ghost as he darted half a foot to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword strike. The sword flashed, the blade grazing his hair as it fell, carving a deep gash in the paving stones, sending shards of stone flying.

The young master knew that although he had dodged the sword, his opponent would surely launch an even more ferocious counterattack. He dared not delay for a moment, and slammed his right palm into the ground with a muffled thud. Using the recoil from the palm strike, he slid horizontally several feet like a kite skimming the ground, and landed steadily on the other side of the hall.

His move was swift and agile, a beautiful parry that showcased his superb skill. But as he retreated, his expression grew increasingly grim, filled with both shock and a sense of defeat.

He had thought that dealing with this lackey of the Demon Suppression Division would be a piece of cake, and that he would only need to use his second move to be considered an off day. But he never expected that in their first encounter, he would be forced into such a sorry state and suffer a small but unpleasant loss.

He stared at Gu Yan for a while, then suddenly asked, "Kid, are you really a constable from the Demon Suppression Division?"

Gu Yan said sternly, "Trainee patrol officer."

The young master almost laughed in anger upon hearing this.

Trainee police officer? A trainee police officer with such skills? You must be kidding me.

If even the trainee constables of the Demon Suppression Division had such cultivation, how could Da Jing have fallen into such a chaotic state?

He roared angrily, and black mist surged around him. With a swift movement, he charged forward again like an arrow released from a bow.

The young master's hands moved unpredictably, sometimes clenching into fists, sometimes extending into claws, the force of his punches like thunder, carrying a chilling, ghostly aura. Amidst the swirling figures, black mist swirled, and the fist and claw shadows intertwined to form an impenetrable net.

Fu Qinghe watched this unfold, and was secretly horrified by the demon's abilities. He had thought that even if he were to lose to this demon, he would only be slightly inferior, but now it seemed that he was far weaker than the demon, and it would be difficult for him to even last ten rounds.

So what's even stranger is, what's the deal with that boy who could fight this demon to a standstill?

Despite the fierce onslaught, Gu Yan remained calm, his movements as agile as a dragon. He used the technique of shifting the universe, combined with the Thirteen Swords of Subduing Demons, to block and deflect attacks from left and right, completely neutralizing even the most ferocious strikes.

He wielded his longsword with dazzling light, his figure moving with the agility of a butterfly flitting among the shimmering shadows. Those watching felt that Gu Yan's slender frame resembled a lone boat in a storm, and they held their breath in worry for him, yet he remained completely unharmed, not even a hem of his clothing was scratched.

Fu Qinghe found it increasingly outrageous, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground. He naturally recognized the swordsmanship the boy was using; it was none other than the Thirteen Demon-Subduing Swords, a unique technique of his Demon-Suppressing Division. But it was precisely because of this that his shock multiplied several times over.

The young man's mastery of the Thirteen Swords of Subduing Demons was exceptional, flowing smoothly and effortlessly. Even seasoned swordsmen within the Demon Suppression Division seemed to have mastered this style of swordsmanship to such a degree.

The problem is, shouldn't that also be a sword technique at the Solidifying Yuan Realm? Is it possible to train a sword technique at the Solidifying Yuan Realm to this level?

Can anyone tell him how someone using swordsmanship at the Solidifying Yuan Realm can fight a powerful demon at the peak of the Qi Control Realm to a standstill?

Gu Yan's cultivation level was already far inferior to his opponent's, and the sword techniques he used were all low-level sword techniques. In Fu Qinghe's eyes, this strange thing was as absurd as seeing a sow climb a tree or a rooster lay an egg, completely overturning his understanding.

He couldn't help but cast an inquiring glance at Shen Qinghan, becoming increasingly curious about where Shen Qinghan had picked up such an illogical kid.

But Shen Qinghan was completely unaware of his gaze, because her heart was also churning with emotions.

After observing for only a short while, she was certain that this young master's cultivation was definitely above her own. She would be utterly outmatched if she were to fight him.

In other words, she had previously thought that Gu Yan would probably overtake her in just a few days, but judging from the current situation, it seems that he has already surpassed her...

Shock, confusion, disappointment... she didn't know what to think.

At first, she hesitated, thinking that the young master of the sect was not an easy opponent for a great demon, and perhaps she should step forward to help this time. But after only a moment, she realized that there was no need for that.

At the start of their exchange, the two seemed evenly matched. But after thirty moves, the young master of the workshop began to retreat, clearly at a disadvantage.

Nearing the fortieth move, Gu Yan struck out with a palm, the force of which deflected the young master's wrist with a clever twist. The young master's arm was deflected, leaving his chest wide open. Gu Yan seized the opportunity to slash, his longsword slicing across the demon's body, causing blood to gush from the young master's chest.

The young master was furious and launched an even fiercer and more urgent attack. Gu Yan remained calm and composed, deflecting the force and shifting his attacks. After only five moves, he created another opening, his long sword flashing coldly as he struck the young master's shoulder once more.

After a hundred moves of this back and forth, the young master's body was covered with more and more sword wounds. Although he relied on his superior cultivation level and thick skin, and the wounds he suffered were all superficial, the more wounds he sustained, the slower his attacks and movements became.

The young master's anger gradually subsided, replaced by a growing fear. A terrifying thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind:

Am I really going to die in this small county government office today?

In the hands of this so-called...trainee police officer?

The idea, which was absurd at first, gradually became more and more real, making him involuntarily tremble with fear.

Fear consumes one's life, and fighting spirit vanishes. He can't even handle Gu Yan, and if the demon-suppressing officers next to him join the attack, he might really die here today.

The young master dared not linger in the fight. He suddenly feinted an attack, using the black mist to conceal his figure, and tried to escape.

He was originally at the peak of Qi Control, and although his moves were completely outmatched, his basic attributes were still superior to Gu Yan's. At this moment, he was focused on escaping, channeling his energy into his back, and managed to take a sword strike from Gu Yan before fleeing. Gu Yan was indeed finding it difficult to intercept him.

But he had only taken a few steps when a three-foot-long sword slashed out in front of him. Shen Qinghan dodged out, his sword aura sharp and fierce, blocking his retreat.

The young master's eyes turned red, and he roared "Get out of the way!" Then, he transformed his palm into a claw, wrapped in eerie ghostly energy, and viciously grabbed at Shen Qinghan's face.

Shen Qinghan did not retreat an inch, using both his sword and fingers to fight speed with speed, and in the blink of an eye he had exchanged several blows with the young master.

Fu Qinghe, who had been hesitant earlier when he saw Gu Yan disregard the Ghost Kingdom's background and forcibly detain the young master, was even more surprised to see Shen Qinghan intervene: "How come you're here too...?"

Shen Qinghan's sword thrusts continued unabated as he calmly replied, "Slaying demons and eliminating evil is our duty. If we fear the backers of evil spirits and allow them to return to the mountains, causing suffering to the people in the future, wouldn't that be the blame for our Demon Suppression Division?"

Fu Qinghe hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I don't care anymore!"

As he spoke, he turned to his attendants and shouted, "You lot, guard the gate! No one is allowed to enter or leave!"

After saying that, he drew his sword, shouted loudly, and joined the battle, working together with Shen Qinghan to block the young master's attack.

Gu Yan walked over calmly, and with a flick of his longsword, he took over the young master's attack.

Seeing Gu Yan engage in battle, Shen Qinghan stopped making moves, simply holding her sword horizontally to her chest and retreating to the side, while also signaling to Fu Qinghe that there was no need for him to intervene.

Fu Qinghe was a little confused again.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Shen Qinghan simply explained, "He likes to exorcise demons alone."

Fu Qinghe: "..."

The young master was increasingly struggling to breathe under Gu Yan's sword, feeling as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. Shen Qinghan and Fu Qinghe stood on either side, like two guardian deities protecting the exit, ready to provide support at any moment in case of emergency.

With the two of them there, it was clearly a pipe dream for the young master to break through.

The young master felt utterly dejected. His clothes were stained with blood, his hair was disheveled, and his former sinister and aloof demeanor was completely gone.

"Are you all insane! Have all the people in the Demon Suppression Division gone mad!?" He completely lost his elegance and composure, roaring with bloodshot eyes, "I am the young master of the Ten Thousand Demons Pavilion! My Ten Thousand Demons Pavilion is backed by the Netherworld Ghost Kingdom, whose power is overwhelming!"

You can't kill me!

As he spoke, he was struck by several more swords, staggered, and flew away.

"Stop it!"

"You can't!"

"Please don't..."

"Daddy! No... Grandpa! I'll do anything you want! Please..."

In a short while, the arrogant and domineering young master seemed to have had his bones removed, losing all his backbone.

His roar turned into a sob, his threat into a cry, and he pleaded incoherently, "Please, just spare my life, I'll do anything you ask..."

Even the accompanying officers from the Demon Suppression Bureau were stunned by the stark contrast between their previous obsequious behavior and their current subservient demeanor.

But Gu Yan seemed not to hear, and continued to draw his sword as if nothing had happened.

laugh!

The sword, like a long dragon, pierced through the young master's throat in a single strike.

Potential Points +3997

Potential Points: 10673

Potential points reserves have exceeded 10,000 for the first time!

Gu Yan drew his blood-stained sword and let out a long breath.

My mind is clear now.