Chapter 112: Continuous Attacks

Inside the ancient tomb.
After completing his cultivation, and after sending out a homing pigeon once more, Guang An finally couldn’t contain his curiosity and fighting spirit. He gave a low command and stepped forward.
Dressed in black armor with two short swords, his appearance was quite distinctive and eye-catching in the martial world. Moreover, the swords were none ordinary—as he moved, the clashing of metals created a subtle sense of pressure.
What made Guang An’s expression grim was that while he could remain calm and composed in the face of hundreds of archers from the Zi Yang Gate, even projecting his own aura, the closer he got to this young man from the ancient tomb, the more he sensed a faint sense of danger. It seemed as though the aura he had deliberately created was reflected back at him effortlessly by the other party.
When he reached a distance of five meters, the other man still didn’t look at him directly, staring elsewhere, as if a clay puppet not far away held more of his attention.
“…”
Standing not far from Kai Xin, Guang An felt frustrated by his indifferent attitude. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and spoke up first:
“Are you Kai Xin?”
At that time, not many players were aware of that small-scale offline competition, and since few players at the Creation Realm participated, it hadn’t drawn much attention.
The other man raised his head and nodded.
Kai Xin’s indifferent response left Guang An speechless again. He even felt an urge to look at himself in a mirror—had the Punisher somehow become harmless?
“Are you here for that jade pendant?” Kai Xin finally spoke, glancing at the gang emblem on Guang An’s chest and frowning, his tone far from friendly.
Yet Guang An sensed a clear sense of pressure in the other man’s direct words. His tone darkened:
“That jade pendant originally belonged to my Jue Ming Tang. If possible, I would appreciate its return.”
“What if I refuse?”
Kai Xin retained his indifferent expression, acting as if he had no idea what Jue Ming Tang was.
Guang An sneered:
“In that case, I’ll have to learn from your skills then.”
“Are you alone?”
Kai Xin glanced briefly behind Guang An Wu Ji: “Or shall we fight together?”
“If it’s just you, there’s no need for that.” Guang An stared intently into Kai Xin’s eyes, the tension growing. He reached for the short sword at his waist while casually glancing toward Lei Zhan in another corner…
By now, worried that Kai Xin might be outnumbered, Lei Zhan had already drawn his sword and was walking over solemnly.

“With him in the picture, it’s hard to say.”
A cold expression appeared on Guang An Wu Zui’s face.
“Then…”
Under the solemn gazes of the people in Jue Ming Tang, Kai Xin leaned forward and stood up: “Let’s not waste each other’s time. Let’s fight… Brother Lei.”
Lei Zhan, who was not far away, stopped immediately and nodded.
Only then did Guang An Wu Zui turn his gaze away. With two crisp sounds, two blue glows spun out from his short swords and landed confidently in his hands. One in front and one behind, he adopted a challenging stance.
Kai Xin and Lei Zhan deduced from the intensity of the glows that their opponent must possess an advanced sword technique at the eighth level. In terms of martial skill alone, his strength surpassed Kai Xin’s.
Lei Zhan glanced at Kai Xin with concern, but saw no trace of panic or seriousness on his face…
Whoosh!
With a simple gesture, Kai Xin pointed his Battle-Tested Sword at Guang An Wu Zui, his tone cold: “This time, I’ll stop after just a few strikes. But if anyone else comes after me because of the Jade Jewel… Hmph!” He stopped speaking, turning his words into a cold snort, as he felt there was no need to say what was on his mind—others might think he was boasting.
Yet, what the speaker meant innocently could be taken maliciously by the listener.
To Guang An Wu Zui, those words sounded like unforgivable contempt.
Before they even fought, the opponent already acted as if he had already won…
“I’ll wait until you beat me first!”
With a roar, Guang An Wu Zui turned into a blur and vanished from his spot. His speed was so great that Lei Zhan, who was watching, paled.
Kai Xin, on the other hand, remained calm. He tilted his Battle-Tested Sword and pulled it upward.
A brilliant blue blade flashed through the air. The sound of tearing air and the deadly blade instantly blocked most of the space ahead, forcing the shadow that had appeared two meters away to stagger back.
“Bang!!”
At the last moment, two short swords blocked the slashing blow from Kai Xin’s sword. Guang An Wu Zui was stunned. His greatest pride had always been his footwork, which combined assassination techniques to allow him to close in on his enemy in an instant and deal devastating damage—something that had always worked.
He never expected it to be countered so easily today.
And that wasn’t all.
The seventh-level technique “Flower Hero’s Song,” though less aggressive than the assassination-focused “Sword Art of the God of Killing,” possessed an overwhelming power in every move that no short-sword technique could match.
Guang An Wu Zui was pushed back, along with his sword.
He staggered backward!
But Kai Xin’s gaze sharpened…
He swiftly spun around.

With a slashing strike combined with a perfectly executed spin, the Hundred Battles Sword drew a naturally formed blue halo in midair! Amplified by its residual power, it unleashed even greater and faster force, chasing after that staggering black figure at lightning speed.
“Zzz!!”
A startling spark erupted on the solid black metal armor. Before Guang An Wu Zui could regain his balance, he was flung several meters away by this even more powerful force.
Bang!!
Guang An Wu Zui tumbled into the dust.
“Hall Master!”
“Hall Master Wu Zui!”
The members of the Death’s End Hall were shocked and stunned, unable to believe that their vice hall master, who had always appeared as a war god before them, could be defeated in just one exchange.
Despite being severely injured, Guang An Wu Zui retained his alertness and agility. He rolled away in disarray, only to realize after moving several meters that his opponent remained motionless in place, showing no intention of pursuing him.
Yet for Guang An Wu Zui, the fact that his opponent hadn’t chased after him only served to further crush his confidence. Defeated in one move, and the other party showing no desire or plan to pursue him—what kind of contempt was this?
His face turning pale and blue alternately, Guang An Wu Zui ultimately decided not to attack further.
At that moment, the members of the Death’s End Hall also rushed into the hall in unison, drawing their swords and staring at Kai Xin with hostile eyes, ready to annihilate him at a single command.
“Go back all of you!”
Shooing them away, Guang An Wu Zui took a few breaths in place, touching the scorching mark on his armor before looking up at Kai Xin:
“I finally understand why the people of Zi Yang Gate dare not seek revenge from you…” He paused, seeing no trace of a victor’s expression on the latter’s face, and sighed with a frown, “You’ve won. As long as I’m here as the head of the Death’s End Hall, we won’t bother you anymore… Let’s go!”
With that order, the utterly dejected Guang An Wu Zui led his group away, leaving not a single one behind in an instant.