Chapter 17 I Was Also a Swordsman

There were not many people in the community greening area during working hours, but they all noticed the previous scene, whether it was the rumbling thunder, Wang Xuan raising his gun, or him jumping down from the fifth floor.

If they connect these circumstances a little bit, they will know that Wang Xuan and the man in red probably have a grudge, and it is not a small one, otherwise they would not have almost caused a murder case.

But they just couldn't understand how Wang Xuan, who usually stayed at home and was said to be a failed author and was so poor that he could only stockpile processed food to survive, could be so powerful.

The whole building was shaking with muffled sounds, as if a strong man was smashing it with a sledgehammer. The destructive power was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He jumped down from the fifth floor and landed safely after just a few times of releasing the force. This strength, reaction, courage, and the sniper rifle he held were all required.

In an instant, Wang Xuan changed from a friendly person to an extremely dangerous man in the martial arts world. The grudges in the martial arts world now came to him, and the original peace was broken.

As he walked along, people within ten meters of him automatically moved away, without even stopping, for fear of getting hurt just by watching the fun.

The red-clothed guest naturally noticed Wang Xuan approaching. He looked at him unarmed and frowned: "If you had a gun, you could still confront me. Without a gun, you are not afraid of the knife in my hand? Or are you really not afraid of death?"

"I didn't shoot, and you don't dare to kill me. If someone dies in public, neither you nor I will have a good ending. Do you want to go to the police station?" Wang Xuan raised the corner of his mouth to smile.

Why didn't he shoot? Why did he dare to come down? Because they were not immortals in the mountains, and federal laws had great binding force on citizens.

"Then why did you come to see me?" The man in red stopped Zhou Hu who was about to rush forward. Wang Xuan's previous threat with a gun really put his life in danger.

Wang Xuan glanced at Zhou Hu and said calmly: "You are not my opponent. I didn't take your life, otherwise I would have shot you to death!"

In the past few years, three or five people in the Bone Training Realm had died at his gun, and their corpses had long been eaten clean by wild beasts in the wild. Of course, he had almost lost his life several times as well.

"Nice knife." Wang Xuan pointed at the long knife on Zhou Hu's waist. It was difficult to use the knife in the room before, and he didn't have time to use it. If it was in an open space, Zhou Hu holding the knife could really threaten him.

"If you want me to say it." Zhou Hu snorted.

"Your Invincible Iron Fist Gang has come to me time and again. This is too unreasonable, isn't it? It would be fine if we had a grudge against each other, but in the past we clearly did not interfere with each other. Now it's a bit too much." Wang Xuan said.

The red-clothed man has a lot of evil spirit on him. Most people cannot support such a red robe, but he is still fine today, which shows that he is quite capable.

"You don't seem afraid." The man in red held the knife, the knife was very bright, and his eyes were even brighter.

"As long as I can stand up and I find the right place, I can snipe and kill thirty to fifty members of your Invincible Iron Fist Gang in one night. Among them will definitely be a follower like you." Wang Xuan was very calm, even when talking about killing people.

If a hero lacks courage, he can only perform at least 30% of his abilities.

"Are you a swordsman?"

The red-clothed guest nodded: "Not bad."

Swordsmen value righteousness and can wield heavy and powerful swords with great vigor. They are much stronger than monks of the same level and are also brave.

"I was once a swordsman." Wang Xuan looked a little nostalgic, "May I see your swordsmanship?"

He used to be a swordsman, but that was twelve years ago, and he never wielded a long sword again since then.

"Huzi, lend him the knife."

After the man in red spoke, Zhou Hu reluctantly threw the knife to Wang Xuan, the man who almost took his life.

The moment he grasped the knife, Wang Xuan performed some tricks with it. He hadn't held a knife for many years, so he was a little unfamiliar with it. He weighed the weight and shape of the knife, and after swinging it a few times, he was already quite confident.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Wang Xuan was just casually swinging the long sword, but in the eyes of the red-clothed guest, Wang Xuan was becoming more and more sharp and domineering at this time, and he swung the long sword as easily as his arm, and it was obvious that he was an expert in using the sword.

The Red-Robed Man practiced hard for five or six years before he reached this level. From then on, the sword became an extension of his arm, and the power of his moves increased greatly.

"I'm still a little rusty. Would you mind if I could teach you something?" Wang Xuan rushed forward with a knife in his right hand, his figure flashing like a ghost.
The sound of long swords clashing could be heard. The man in red stood still and took the three swords swung by Wang Xuan in a breath. Each sword was deadly, but they were all blocked.

Zhou Hu stood aside, a look of disbelief on his face, because he had no idea what Wang Xuan's sword moves were, and had no idea what they were!
There was only a domineering aura, heavy and invincible! An absolute power burst out!

"Good swordsmanship! You are indeed a good swordsman and have grasped the essence of the sword." The man in red said casually. It was obvious that he had no pressure in taking on several sword strikes from Wang Xuan. His physique and swordsmanship were much higher than Wang Xuan's.

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "Warm up."

There was an air of vigor and vitality about him, and a strong confidence emerged in his eyes, like an eagle spreading its wings, which was something he did not usually have.

"Is this a tyrant sword? Few people dare to practice it. Only those with outstanding strength and courage can practice it, and it will be difficult to achieve success." The man in red has extraordinary knowledge.

Wang Xuan stood with the knife in his hand, and he became more and more familiar with the knife in his hand. When he swung it casually, he knew exactly where any part of the knife would go, without any deviation.

Suddenly, his sword moved, and in an instant he slashed down eighteen times in a row, each one heavier than the last, pouring down on the man in red like a rainstorm.

With nearly three thousand kilograms of strength added to the sword, coupled with Wang Xuan's domineering swordsmanship, the power was beyond Zhou Hu's imagination.

The sound of clanging knives was heard, and the shadows of the knives could no longer be seen. The speed was fierce and the force was violent. When the last knife fell, the man in red took a step back and his feet sank directly.

clang!
The man in red pulled out his feet and crossed paths with Wang Xuan who was running towards him. Sparks flew everywhere and a knife broke with a sound, followed by the sound of tearing cloth.

"What a great swordsmanship!" Wang Xuan exclaimed in praise and threw away the only remaining hilt in his hand. The man in red was very sincere in his swordsmanship and his swordsmanship was even more advanced. He had already reached the level of controlling a sword.

"You're not bad either!" The man in red also praised. He never expected that the domineering sword of the perfect realm would be displayed in the hands of someone who hadn't even reached the bone training realm.

Under normal circumstances, martial arts at the perfect level would only appear in cultivators who had reached the marrow training level or even higher, but Wang Xuan had done it.

With a strength of three thousand pounds, a perfected sword, and Wang Xuan's understanding of the sword, Zhou Hu would definitely not be able to withstand even a single blow if they started fighting.

"Let's go." The man in red turned around and put the knife back into the sheath. The matter ended here and he would not take action again.

Zhou Hu pointed at Wang Xuan. Everyone saw the bloody chest. He didn't understand why the man in red would stop there!
He was so anxious that he jumped up and down, but the red-clothed man had already gone far away. He hurriedly caught up with him and asked, "Brother, why did you leave? That guy was obviously defeated.

That's right, how could he be a match for you, brother? Don't you see, the one making the move is the famous Man in Red!

Alas, it's a pity for my good knife. It is made of special metal and is extremely hard. It has been intact for so many years, but it broke today.

That guy's swordsmanship and strength are amazing, brother, do you think it's——"

His words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the red-clothed man's cheek in disbelief. An inch-long blood line appeared on it, which became darker and thicker over time.

"Let's not provoke him again. There are only two ways to get along with this kind of person, either live in peace with him or kill him completely to prevent any future trouble.

Otherwise, as long as he is alive, relying on the knife and gun in his hand, we can't expect to live in peace. At least you are dead, you can't withstand his full-strength knife. "

The man in red said calmly that this was his choice, he would no longer be enemies with Wang Xuan. Besides, the two of them had no grudges against each other, so there was no need to cause endless trouble because of other people's affairs.

The flat green lawn where the two men had fought was like the mud trampled by elephants on a rainy night, with crisscrossing footprints and rolling stones and soil.

Looking at the mess here, Wang Xuan shook his head and contacted the property management. Someone would come to repair the site soon and he didn't need to worry about it.

There was a nearly 20-centimeter gash on Wang Xuan's chest, and blood was oozing out, soaking his shirt. However, he remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

As the Eternal Life Skill was activated, a cool feeling immediately flowed through the wound, and soon the blood stopped dripping. The second level of the Eternal Life Skill greatly increased his self-healing ability. It was estimated that if he was given ten days, the wound would not even leave a scar.

"When I was young, I was full of vigor and vitality. After twelve years of frustration, I am back now, still as young as I was then."

Wang Xuan was in a good mood. After twelve years of silence, he finally waited for the day when he would rise to prominence. Twelve years ago, he had perfected his sword dominance and entered the first level of sword control - the realm of unity between man and sword. Now, when he touched the sword, he would return to the realm of swordsmanship again!
He is determined to win the battle in the martial arts gym tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)