Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength-Chapter 467 - 359: Life and Death Decision, The Sword Sharpener

Meng Yu's situation was not good; a deep wound on his shoulder was visible to the bone. Although he had managed to stop the bleeding with True Qi from the start, and it was rapidly healing, his combat ability would inevitably be affected.

Moreover...

Suddenly, a figure flew over from the distance.

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on ƒreewebɳovel.com.

From the Teleportation Portal to the town, if one flew at full speed, it was a mere ten minutes of travel.

It was the Nascent Soul Master, Bai Sheng True Lord, resurrected and exiting from the Teleportation Portal with not a single wound on his body, appearing to be in excellent condition.

Dying in battle on the Ascension List meant a severe headache for those in Qi Cultivation – unlikely to go online for several days, a very uncomfortable experience for those in Foundation Establishment; Golden Core cultivators could deal with it helplessly, three times a day, but for a Nascent Soul, it was nothing for them to resurrect six or seven, even up to ten times a day!

"You're very good!"

The opponent's Nascent Soul seemed to be in his thirties; his spirit had recovered. He arrived at the place where he had been defeated earlier; the body was gone, but a green long saber was stabbed into the ground.

The saber was four feet long, like a ribbon of fabric. He had thought Meng Yu would take this trophy of war, but unexpectedly, Meng Yu hadn't touched it!

"Predecessor's Sword Technique is also excellent."

Meng Yu said with a smile, and then the two quickly approached each other.

The next moment, the green Saber Light and Sword Light collided, producing a 'crack' sound. But in reality, in an instant, the saber and sword had crossed over a hundred times.

The most intense collisions of various sword moves and sword techniques occurred, Sword Qi and Saber Light canceling each other out. A bloodstain appeared on Meng Yu's cheek, but the Nascent Soul Master had half of his body diagonally split into two.

From bottom to top, severed in twain!

One of the onlookers, Bai Hu, involuntarily felt tightness in her chest.

During this time, she had stayed in Meng Yu's town on the Ascension List, acting as though she covered for Meng Yu in whatever was needed. Even if it was said that it was for the sake of building a good relationship with Meng Yu for the younger generation and so on, various rumors still flew around, and one of these rumors was that everyone thought Meng Yu was a genius, but just so.

However, only Bai Hu knew the terror of Meng Yu's close-quarters combat!

Poor her, she didn't even know how many times her chest had been cut and toyed with by him, so much so that she had felt strangely uncomfortable these days, her chest swelling painfully!

The cut on Meng Yu's face was very deep, just missing a little more and there would be no more Meng Yu, but no one ridiculed Meng Yu's injury. Instead, they looked at him with a strange gaze.

You are all geniuses among geniuses, especially you. Why do you train with such sword drawings?

Close combat is beyond just skill; it's also about luck. Especially the straightforward, lethal approach of Meng Yu and Dan Yangzi, the outcome was unpredictable and clean.

Those two foolish experts who perished together, stewed in a pot like two foxes, tell me, which one is more ruthless?

"Good sword, good sword!"

Although Dan Yangzi's body was severed in half, he laughed heartily, "I anticipated your 'Skirt Brush Eighteen Falls,' and saw your 'Sword Intent of the Wind,' but this one saber strike still didn't win against you, good sword, good sword!"

"Predecessor is too concerned about face, unlike me with my worthless life. You still worry about being laughed at for losing, the entanglements of family and friends in a moment of mutual destruction. Even when you know that this is a virtual online world, you still have clarity of mind, with dust still in the heart."

"Well then, let's go again!"

Dan Yangzi committed suicide in the next moment, and in less than ten minutes' time, Meng Yu was waiting for his appearance again.

In the meantime, only Bai Hu noticed that Meng Yu had put Dan Yangzi's corpse into a Storage Bag.

...

The third time, the fourth time...

The seventh time!

"Damn you..."

Dan Yangzi's chest exploded with a large hole, and he was gasping for breath as if his last moments were upon him.

Before becoming a Golden Core Master, Dan Yangzi had a nickname known as the 'Victorious Saber King,' because of his pride in the long saber in his hands, capable of offensive and defensive actions and powering through all things.

Later, as Victorious True Lord, he became accustomed to meditation and using spells.

Until today, he had returned to the time of Foundation Establishment; he picked up the saber again.

Seven times in a row, he had engaged in life-and-death struggles with Meng Yu.

This feeling was really too... how should I put it, as a Nascent Soul Master, he hadn't engaged in close combat with anyone for even a hundred and twenty years, his physical sensations had long since become numb, his life more about cultivation, deductions, and long-range attacks. Close-quarters combat was too distant a matter for this Martial Arts Master.

But… how could he possibly lose to Meng Yu?

Seven times in a row, beheaded, bisected, stabbed, slashed... he had been killed by Meng Yu seven times but could only leave five wounds on his body!

Just a hair's breadth away, barely missing that tiny bit, but he couldn't kill his opponent!

Damn it, how on earth did this young man train with a sword? His fearlessness in fighting to the death should have seen him perish long ago in some inconspicuous corner, killed in mutual destruction!

Biting his teeth, he shattered his heart meridian to commit suicide, and in that moment, he felt an extreme discomfort in his Divine Soul.

His Divine Soul was on the brink of collapse.

In the Ascension List, there was a time when a Nascent Soul from Death Demon Sect tested up to ninety-eight times in a single day, and a typical Nascent Soul can also perish dozens of times.

But, but... A calm suicide and dying in and after intense battle are completely different matters.

Ordinary people slapping their own face and being slapped by their wife during the wedding vows, the memories left in the Divine Soul are not the same at all; the latter is a hundred percent unforgettable for life.