"Last time, you escaped death by a hair, but this time I'm going to personally sever your head and see if you can come back to life without it!"

Yang Xiu charged at Lu Yu with the Red Fire Sword in hand. Lu Yu held his spear and swung it towards the oncoming Yang Xiu. He didn't know any spear techniques; in his hands, the spear was just a stick. Forcing the spear tip to stab was a disadvantageous move.

Clang clang clang~

With the advantage of weapon length, Lu Yu pressed Yang Xiu relentlessly, pounding on him. Yang Xiu couldn't reach Lu Yu and could only keep blocking the "spear" being hammered down on him, his hands numb from the impact.

Yang Xiu was shocked. He didn't expect Lu Yu's physical strength to be so terrifying, even stronger than his own by a significant margin.

Without using Spiritual Power to enhance his strength, Yang Xiu couldn't withstand Lu Yu's attacks.

Less than half a month ago, Lu Yu was just a Martial Cultivator in the Body Refinement stage whom Yang Xiu could torment at will. Now, Lu Yu could suppress him like this—what on earth had happened during this time?

Seeing Yang Xiu unable to resist his strikes, Lu Yu was ecstatic, feeling delighted from the inside out. This kind of revenge by using his own strength to pummel the enemy was the most satisfying.

Though exploiting Yu Xiaoman's luck to outmaneuver Yang Xiu was satisfying, it was nothing compared to the pleasure of beating Yang Xiu personally.

The more Lu Yu fought, the more excited he became. The more excited, the more his Qi Blood boiled, and the more his strength increased. From

Yang Xiu continuously blocked Lu Yu's attacks, to later Lu Yu, in the heat of the fight, chased Yang Xiu down, bashing him wildly.

Yang Xiu was forced back by Lu Yu's pummeling, and each time he blocked Lu Yu's strike, his arms trembled. After numerous defenses, his arms were already numb.

If not for the support of Spiritual Power, he wouldn't be able to hold the Red Fire Sword. Fear crept into Yang Xiu's heart, and he wanted to flee.

Crack~

Through numerous clashes, the first-grade long spear was severed by the third-grade Red Fire Sword. Watching the spearhead fly away, Yang Xiu was both surprised and delighted, reigniting his hope.

Lu Yu paused slightly, looking at the remaining two meters of stick in his hand. Then he realized that the broken spear didn't seem to affect his attacks.

Thus, Lu Yu continued to chase and bash Yang Xiu. Seeing Lu Yu's spear break, hope surged again in Yang Xiu's heart.

"Ha! Your weapon is broken. What are you going to fight me with?" Yang Xiu shouted, charging at Lu Yu with great momentum.

Faced with Lu Yu's downward smash with the broken spear, Yang Xiu had no choice but to retract his aggressive stance and raise his sword to block the descending broken spear.

"Heh! Even with the spear broken, I can still crush you!" Lu Yu's attacks grew fiercer, the broken spear hammering down on Yang Xiu's Red Fire Sword, bending the spear shaft under immense force, nearly bringing Yang Xiu to one knee.

In haste, Yang Xiu used his other hand to brace against the sword, propping up Lu Yu's broken spear and resisting his attack.

Yang Xiu realized that comparing physical strength with Lu Yu was a death wish. In subsequent defenses, he tried to use his Red Fire Sword to slash at Lu Yu's broken spear shaft.

Effectiveness was not apparent after one or two strikes, but after many, the spear shaft was covered in sword marks.

"Red Fire Sword Technique—Red Flame Sea Burning!"

Yang Xiu shouted, his Red Fire Sword glowing brightly, violently clashing with Lu Yu's descending broken spear, sparks flying.

Clang~

A section of the broken stick flew off, spinning a few times before embedding into the ground.

The Red Fire Sword in Yang Xiu's hand dimmed. He looked at the shorter spear shaft in Lu Yu's hand and sneered, "What will you fight me with now?"

Now feeling very proud, Yang Xiu thought to himself that despite any fortuitous encounters, Lu Yu, like a beggar, was no match for a disciple from a great family like himself. Lu Yu probably hadn't even seen a third-grade Spiritual Weapon before.

Yang Xiu twirled the Red Fire Sword with satisfaction and boasted, "The Red Fire Sword is a third-grade Spiritual Weapon, incomparable to your broken spear."

Lu Yu looked at the shaft in his hand, silent and seemingly demoralized by Yang Xiu's words.

He dropped the broken spear shaft, which stuck into the ground, appearing to have given up resistance.

"Indeed, such a small weapon doesn't suit me," Lu Yu muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Yang Xiu frowned, thinking Lu Yu must be disheartened after having his hard-earned Spiritual Weapon broken, feeling self-pity.

"I'm more suited to use this kind of weapon," Lu Yu said as he pulled a Wolf Fang Club out of his bag, something he had just bought from the store.

Seeing Lu Yu draw a club as thick as his thigh, Yang Xiu's eye twitched uncontrollably. He didn't think he could withstand such a weapon for long, let alone break it; its size alone was daunting.

Realizing it was impossible to sever a club that thick, Yang Xiu seized the moment as Lu Yu was pulling out the club to launch a preemptive attack.

"Red Fire Sword Technique - Red Moon Triple Slash."

Yang Xiu swiftly swung the Red Fire Sword three times. Lu Yu only managed to block with his Wolf Fang Club in front of him, and with the infusion of Spiritual Qi into the Red Fire Sword, a few sword marks were left on the club.

Seeing the sword marks on the Wolf Fang Club, Yang Xiu was very desperate. There's no way it could be cut through; he regretted not choosing a metal attribute Divine Soldiers back then.

Lu Yu displayed an innocent smile, like a child receiving a beloved toy, lifting his favored toy and striking Yang Xiu fiercely.

Yang Xiu executed his Body Technique to retreat, escaping Lu Yu's attack range. Lu Yu closely followed, employing Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada, keeping Yang Xiu within his attack range.

After blocking the Wolf Fang Club once, Yang Xiu completely abandoned the idea of confronting head-on, opting to continuously circle around Lu Yu, dodging the club.

After swinging the Wolf Fang Club several times, Lu Yu frowned. The club was good, but it attacked too slowly to reach Yang Xiu, who was focused solely on evading.

The Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada refined by Lu Yu was a short-distance displacement Body Technique, not a small-range maneuvering Body Technique. In a very close range, Lu Yu's agility was not as good as Yang Xiu's.

Seeing Lu Yu's lack of agility, Yang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, continuously executing the Red Fire Sword Technique to attack Lu Yu. Lu Yu blocked most of the attacks with the Wolf Fang Club, while the remaining attacks were halted by his Spiritual Armor.

As the number of times damage was blocked increased, the Spiritual Armor began to show signs of breaking.

The weapon in Yang Xiu's hand was, after all, third-grade Spiritual Treasure. A first-grade Spiritual Armor being able to block multiple attacks from a third-grade weapon was already considered very powerful.

Watching Yang Xiu circle around him like a pesky fly, Lu Yu decided not to continue entangling with him; the grievance in his heart had almost dissipated.

The Blood Burning Secret Technique activated, instantly increasing his speed. Yang Xiu couldn't react quickly enough and was sent flying by a strike of Lu Yu's Wolf Fang Club.

The Red Fire Sword fell onto the ground. Yang Xiu struggled to hold himself up, watching the red Qi Blood trailing behind Lu Yu as he approached. He crawled toward the Red Fire Sword, wanting to pick it up.

Lu Yu hurled the Wolf Fang Club; Yang Xiu sensed danger and quickly withdrew his right hand, just short of grabbing the Red Fire Sword. The club slammed into the dirt between Yang Xiu and the sword, splattering blood-stained mud onto his face.

Looking up at Lu Yu with a grim expression, Yang Xiu spat out blood and said painfully, "You want to kill me?"

Lu Yu ignored him, lightly kicked the hilt of the Red Fire Sword on the ground, and the sword flew into Lu Yu's hand.

Watching Lu Yu take his sword, Yang Xiu couldn't intervene. Having been struck forcefully by Lu Yu earlier, his chest showed a visible dent, and the broken ribs likely pierced his lungs; even speaking was an impressive feat.

"I'm from the Yang family of Beifeng City, the third family in Beifeng City. If you dare kill me, the Yang family will never let you go! Spare me, I promise not to bother you again. I promise!"

Yang Xiu spoke quickly, fearing Lu Yu would kill him before he finished.

"Also, I have many treasures. I can give them to you. I can give you all my treasures."

Yang Xiu rapidly produced items, tossing them one by one in front of Lu Yu... Suddenly, his expression changed, and he said fiercely, "If you don't want to die, put down the sword in your hand!"

In his hand was a Thunderous Explosion, though yellow in color, and Lu Yu recognized it as a Thunderous Explosion.

"You don't want to perish along with me, do you? You're a disciple of the prosperous Divine Weapon Pavilion!" Yang Xiu smiled sinisterly when he mentioned Divine Weapon Pavilion disciple.

He hadn't expected to use this, having only performed so much to locate the Thunderous Explosion thrown in a corner of his storage bag.

Lu Yu's palm slid over the body of the Red Fire Sword, expressionless, asking, "Do you know Wu Ping?"

He now knew how Wu Ping entered the training camp. Iron Tomb likely had connections with Yang's family, otherwise Yang Xiu wouldn't have obtained the player-created pseudo-Spiritual Treasure "Thunderous Explosion."

Lu Yu had seen a few player-created pseudo-Spiritual Treasures: the black helmet 77 could simply cover one's face, Iron Tomb's Thunderous Explosion... all were player-created pseudo-Spiritual Treasures, not sold in the system shop.

"Wu Ping?" Yang Xiu was stunned, then responded, "You know them too?"

Slash!

Blood gushed out as Yang Xiu's arm holding the Thunderous Explosion was severed, the dismembered limb kicked away tens of meters by Lu Yu.

Yang Xiu took a long time to react, and when he finally did, feeling dizzy from blood loss, he wore a bitter smile, not expecting Lu Yu to abruptly sever his arm mid-conversation, completely beyond his forecast.

In a normal situation, after exchanging words, at least one would listen to the other until the end, but Lu Yu didn't.

"You're doomed!" Yang Xiu abandoned struggling, resentfully glaring at Lu Yu, "The Yang family will surely bring you down... cough, cough, cough..."

With unwillingness in his eyes, Yang Xiu still had words unspoken before Lu Yu slit his throat. He died with grievances.

Staring at Yang Xiu's corpse, Lu Yu injected the scant remaining Fire Spiritual Power within him into the Red Fire Sword, and the flames emitted were exceptionally fierce, much fiercer than when wielded by Yang Xiu, an effect of the Fire Spiritual Power's amplification.

The Red Fire Sword plunged into Yang Xiu's corpse, burning it to ashes. Speaking to the drifting ashes of Yang Xiu, Lu Yu said, "You've said quite enough."

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