The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 161 - 147: The Perverts of Spring and Autumn Mountain
The two dark clouds seemed to block out even the sun, leaving little hope in sight.
Noontime arrived, and the competition paused.
Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang returned to the bamboo hut and had a simple lunch.
Sitting back on the meditation cushion inside, he began to inventory the rewards from this round of tasks.
Fifty thousand experience points have been credited, and a Profound Level Technique Upgrade Coupon appeared in the [Backpack].
"Defeating Zhao Xinghan granted me nearly twenty thousand experience points."
"I now have a whopping 170,000 experience points!"
Moreover, the next stage of the main quest [East and West Continent Grand Competition] offers incredibly enticing rewards.
Next up is the round of sixteen. Winning one more round means being one of the top eight contestants.
"There will be a reward of 70,000 experience points and 1 random special attribute point."
Chu Huaixu’s overall strength is now too strong, making special attribute points become particularly important.
"There’s no way around it; these things determine the upper limits."
"Take [comprehension] as an example. I only have [comprehension 4] now, so I can’t upgrade a Profound Level Technique to full level because my comprehension isn’t enough."
"I need to gain 1 more point in comprehension to meet this condition."
"The funniest thing is my [Gathering Spirit] is still 1." This left him feeling both amused and helpless.
But no matter what, his character panel is still very impressive now.
"The total value of my special attribute points is now similar to when I was in my thirties, it’s really defying the heavens."
There’s no denying, being a cheat is indeed satisfying.
With 170,000 experience points in hand, he certainly couldn’t just do nothing.
He immediately upgraded his character by one level to ensure a gap was maintained with Xiaoxu.
The intense pain spread throughout his body, yet Chu Huaixu didn’t even frown.
After the transmigration, he had a series of adventures, making him feel like his personality may have changed.
Whether it was the Refining Sword Formulas that raised his pain threshold, or the Fearless Sword Intent he later comprehended, or even that black little sword in his Sea of Consciousness, they all indirectly affected him.
"But a person is meant to change, isn’t it?" Chu Huaixu didn’t mind much.
Now, he is acutely aware that he has far exceeded the normal First Realm, including surpassing Han Shuangjiang.
But if facing Xu Ziqing wielding a sword with the right hand...
-- No chance of winning!
"I still need to seize this time to do more tasks and further improve my overall strength," he thought.
He didn’t know if a gap would still exist by then.
But at least, he needed to do everything within his ability.
Just thinking about that Bronze Sword potentially displaying a superior smirk made Chu Huaixu feel disgusted.
Logically, a person shouldn’t have such a strong aversion to a sword.
But, who made him, from a certain perspective, his own sword?
In the afternoon, Chu Huaixu accompanied Han Shuangjiang to the Martial Arts Arena to watch others’ competitions.
This was how he emphasized it, adamantly insisting he was purely accompanying for sight-seeing.
"You need to know your enemy; I don’t need to."
"I’m too strong." He said matter-of-factly.
This made Big Ice Cube want to retort, but she couldn’t find the words, so she just rolled her eyes at him in her heart.
This afternoon, the two mainly watched Kuimu Quan’s competition.
As the number one in the First Realm at Spring and Autumn Mountain, he had great draws in previous rounds, facing opponents uniquely weak, so he hadn’t exposed much of his strength.
But today, he drew a senior from the Daoist Sect named Feng Xiliang.
Previously, in the eyes of the outer sect disciples, he was second only to Chang Le and Ji Sikong.
However, now there are several names to be added after the words "second only to"...
In this match, Kuimu Quan did showcase part of his true strength.
He, like Jiang Zhi, follows the path of proving through killing.
Because he has a Geng Metal Spirit Vein in his body, naturally exuded a sense of ruthlessness.
While playing Borrowed Sword, Chu Huaixu, being from Spring and Autumn Mountain, had some understanding of Kuimu Quan.
He didn’t particularly like this person.
Because he follows the path of "madness to enlightenment."
When his strength was weak, this wasn’t as evident and he exhibited some restraint.
As his strength grew, he became increasingly arrogant and difficult to deal with.
He didn’t treat fellow sect members well, often resorting to teaching them lessons outright, being extremely boisterous.
Especially when activating Secret Technique and the Geng Metal Spirit Vein, he would enter a frenzied state in battle.
And become even wilder.
At this moment, facing Feng Xiliang, Kuimu Quan appeared somewhat agitated as Feng Xiliang’s technique seemed to suppress him.
He raised his fingers to wipe over his eyes, causing his pupils to turn dark red and a gold mark to appear on his forehead.
Sitting on the high stage, Mei Chuxue knew what would happen next.
She chuckled dryly and looked at the Daoist Sect’s senior members, saying, "Sect Leader Xiang, and everyone, Kuimu Quan is following the path of madness to enlightenment."
"If he speaks rudely later, I hope you won’t hold it against him. After taking him back, I will certainly teach him a harsh lesson."
This was like a preemptive strike to avoid awkwardness later.
By pre-emptively pointing out the situation, it would be less embarrassing later.
Sect Leader Xiang and others, being familiar with the conduct of Spring and Autumn Mountain, merely smiled, saying, "We understand, we understand."
Kuimu Quan on the stage indeed appeared somewhat manic.
There were golden currents swirling around him.
His presence was several levels higher than before, and his destructive power had doubled.
Feng Xiliang soon struggled to keep up.
As Kuimu Quan slashed again, Feng Xiliang retreated several steps.
His opponent laughed wildly while continuously slashing, seemingly trying to drive Feng Xiliang off the stage with this method.
Feng Xiliang attempted to use a body technique and found an opening, only to be kicked in the abdomen.
The Daoist disciple spat blood, rolled a few times after landing, and fell off the elevated stage.
The raging arrogance from Kuimu Quan hadn’t fully dissipated yet.
Brandishing his sword, he began to shout victoriously.
Seeing this, Mei Chuxue could only chuckle dryly again, predicting what was to come.
Sure enough, the young man with dark red pupils began to taunt loudly.
"Does anyone from the Daoist Sect dare come up and challenge me!"
"Aarrgh——!"
On the high stage, Chu Yinyin immediately became displeased.
If it weren’t for the disparity in seniority, she would have wanted to give him a good lesson.
"Don’t you know whose territory you’re on!" The young lady got really exasperated.
"Is there no one!" Yet Kuimu Quan kept howling.
Being against the rules, naturally, no one responded to him; who would actually step up?
Moreover, Kuimu Quan’s recent performance was indeed formidable, and anyone attempting to face him directly would only be inviting humiliation.
After a few more shouts, he still wasn’t satisfied and started pointing people out with his sword.
"You! Do you dare?"
"You!"
"And you!"
Eventually, he even pointed at the cool young woman with furrowed brows in the crowd — Han Shuangjiang.
"Why don’t you come! Aarrgh——!"
The energy on Kuimu Quan surged each time he shouted, and waves of energy came rushing forward.
The frown on Big Ice Cube’s face deepened, clearly displeased.
Then a large hand gently pulled her arm, pulling her back slightly.
Chu Huaixu stepped forward, protecting Han Shuangjiang behind him and shielding her partially.
He lifted his eyes to glance coldly at Kuimu Quan, his voice soft but audible to the other.
"What are you barking at like a dog?" he said.
Chu Huaixu stared directly into Kuimu Quan’s dark red pupils, sword intent radiating around him, sharp energy swirling around.
His powerful fingertip swordplay from the morning suddenly replayed in Kuimu Quan’s mind.
The young man captivated by rash arrogance momentarily froze, unable to muster a retort!
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(ps: First update, four thousand words, asking for monthly votes!)
