Wandering Swordsman |

The scene of the bookworm confronting the Thousand-Faced Demon is like a still painting, yet it is full of power about to erupt. The surrounding luminous stones reflect the cold faces and tense postures of the two.

The bookworm stood there, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his long sword pointing diagonally at the ground, the tip of the sword gently touching the cold stone slab.

His eyes were deep and resolute, like the brightest star in the night sky, radiating an undeniable determination. Although he appeared to be just a young man in the prime of his life, his restrained aura was like that of a sleeping dragon, ready to unleash earth-shattering power at any moment.

The Thousand-Faced Demon stood opposite, a contemptuous smile on his lips, but behind that smile lay a deep sense of vigilance.

He silently assessed his opponent and sensed the profound and pure internal energy within the bookworm, which made him feel a sense of crisis.

Besides the leaders of the nine sects, there was actually a young master with such strength! A hint of surprise and curiosity flashed in the eyes of the Thousand-Faced Demon, mixed with a faint unease. He knew that in the martial world, the appearance of every strong person could change the situation, and this young man was undoubtedly one of the greatest challenges he had encountered since following Oda to the Central Plains.

"Your name is Shu Wangxing, right?" The Thousand-Faced Demon's voice was low and slow, as if he were probing the other party's background. "I didn't expect that there would be a master like you in the Diancang Sect."

The bookworm smiled slightly, his tone calm yet authoritative: "I am not a member of the Diancang Sect, but an envoy of the Martial Alliance. As for my strength, you will understand in time."

A cunning glint flashed in the Thousand-Faced Demon's eyes. He slowly lowered his arms, took a step forward, and his voice softened considerably: "Since that's the case, why must we fight? The Tomb of the God of War holds many secrets. We can cooperate and explore its mysteries together. Leader Oda is also very willing to cooperate with the strong. If you agree, you will surely gain many unexpected benefits."

The bookworm sneered inwardly. He knew this was nothing more than a delaying tactic by the Thousand-Faced Demon, an attempt to deceive him with sweet words and gain more opportunities. However, he remained outwardly calm, simply saying, "Cooperation? Sounds good, but can you tell me what exactly you want?"

The Thousand-Faced Demon was secretly delighted, thinking that his words had moved the other party. As long as the bookworm agreed, he would have plenty of ways to deal with him when he joined forces with Oda.

But he didn't know that the bookworm had already seen through his true intentions. He continued in a gentle tone, "What we want is very simple—the martial arts of the God of War. As long as you are willing to join us, we are willing to share it with you."

The bookworm shook his head, his gaze sharp as a knife: "So this is how you instigate the Diancang Sect and the Black Wind Gang?"

The Thousand-Faced Demon's face instantly darkened, a flash of anger crossing his eyes: "So you're determined to be our enemy?"

The bookworm gripped his longsword tightly, his voice low and firm: "The martial arts of the God of War originated from the Central Plains! How dare you, these evil cultivators from overseas, covet them!"

The Thousand-Faced Demon sneered, his figure suddenly leaping up like a predatory beast, his true energy condensing in his hand as he aimed straight for the Bookworm's throat. At the same time, he thought to himself: Since you refuse to fall for my trick, don't blame me for being impolite!

The bookworm was prepared. With a light tap of his foot, he slid back several feet like a ghost, easily avoiding the attack.

Immediately afterwards, he flicked his wrist, and the longsword danced like a serpent, bringing with it a flash of cold light, as he thrust it back towards the chest of the Thousand-Faced Demon.

The two clashed instantly, their swords flashing and blades gleaming, a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds filling the air.

Each impact was accompanied by sparks flying everywhere, as if the entire space was trembling.

The Thousand-Faced Demon's moves are fierce, each strike carrying a strong killing intent, as if it wants to completely destroy the enemy;

The bookworm, on the other hand, responded calmly, his swordsmanship agile yet steady, each move perfectly executed, offering both defense and opportunities for counterattack.

As the battle progressed, the Thousand-Faced Demon gradually began to struggle. The Bookworm's strength far exceeded his expectations, and each exchange put him under immense pressure. He was secretly astonished: Just who was this person? How could he possess such profound internal energy and superb martial arts skills?

"Hmph, it seems I really underestimated you!" the Thousand-Faced Demon said through gritted teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The bookworm didn't respond, focusing solely on dealing with each of his opponent's attacks. He knew that although the enemy before him was powerful, the strength he was currently displaying was not invincible.

Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, the Thousand-Faced Demon suddenly stopped his attack, took a few steps back, and caught his breath.

He looked up at the bookworm, a complex light flickering in his eyes. At that moment, the Thousand-Faced Demon thought to himself: if he continues to hold back his strength, he'll eventually fall into this young man's hands. His face darkened, then a flash of anger crossed his eyes: "Since that's the case, even if it ruins Lord Oda's plans, I won't hold back anymore!"

After saying that, the Thousand-Faced Demon launched another attack. This time, he held back and unleashed his strongest technique with all his might.

He mobilized his extremely sinister internal energy, chanting incantations. In an instant, a powerful and eerie aura surged from his body, overwhelming the bookworm. This power, like a black vortex, swept in, seemingly threatening to devour everything.

The bookworm felt a chill run down his spine, knowing this was his opponent's trump card, and dared not be careless. He quickly adjusted his inner energy, dropped the longsword in his hand, and took out his usual folding fan.

The folding fan unfolded, as light as a feather, yet instantly exuded a cool and refreshing aura, a stark contrast to the sinister power of the Thousand-Faced Demon.

The two clashed again, and the battle became even more intense.

The Thousand-Faced Demon's moves were incredibly fierce, each strike carrying earth-shattering power; while the Bookworm used softness to overcome hardness, constantly neutralizing the opponent's attacks with agile movements and exquisite techniques.

However, as time went on, the bookworm gradually found it difficult.

The true strength of the Thousand-Faced Demon far exceeded his expectations, and every clash put him under immense pressure.

Despite his best efforts, he still could not withstand the opponent's surging internal force.

......

Just as the bookworm was starting to feel weak, a figure suddenly leaped out of the water at the entrance to the secret room.

Shen Mo's figure appeared like a ghost, his eyes scanning the battlefield with piercing intensity.

When he saw the bookworm struggling with his work, a hint of surprise and worry flashed in his eyes.

The Thousand-Faced Demon also sensed Shen Mo's arrival and was startled. However, after noticing that Shen Mo's aura was not very strong, he immediately revealed a cold smile: "So you have accomplices? Then let's all die together!" He continued to circulate his internal energy, and his aura surged again, as if he was about to tear the entire secret room apart.