I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 Sword Intent

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Yan Buhui, because of excessive blood loss, grew increasingly pale. He half-knelt on the ground, clearly devoid of any fighting strength.

“Just admit defeat,” Xu Ren approached and kicked Yan Buhui over with a foot.

Yan Buhui’s body slammed heavily into the iron chains beside him, and the two longswords in his hands dropped to the ground.

Xu Ren walked up and stepped on Yan Buhui’s longsword, then bent down to pick up his own.

In the Outer Sect competition, it was forbidden to harm an opponent’s life, although the matches were unpredictable, and mishaps occasionally occurred.

Given the current situation, where Yan Buhui had lost the power to resist, it was naturally out of the question for Xu Ren to deliver a killing blow.

Besides, the Outer Sect Elders were supervising nearby.

Watching his longsword under Xu Ren’s foot, Yan Buhui’s eyes reddened with fury, and from some unknown reserve of strength, he charged at Xu Ren.

Xu Ren was quite startled by his posture and subconsciously stepped back twice.

Only to see Yan Buhui pick up his own longsword and gently wipe the footprint off the blade.

“What is this guy doing?” the disciples whispered among themselves, seemingly not understanding his action.

To Yan Buhui, there were two things in life he could not betray.

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One was his mother, whom he would not allow anyone to slander.

She had died of an illness when he was young—a disease that was not severe and could have been cured by the Huang Family with a simple pill.

But those people chose to do nothing, and he, at the young age of seven, had to watch his mother depart from this world.

Back then, he vowed to stand above all others and destroy the entire Huang Family to seek justice for his mother.

The other thing was his sword. After his mother passed away, this sword became his sole support.

He had no friends and needed no such worthless kinship; the only companion he had was this sword.

This sword was not just like a brother or a good friend; every time he grasped the hilt, he was filled with boundless hope and confidence.

That was a power that belonged to him alone.

And now, this very sword was being stepped on by someone else.

Blood was still flowing from his body, even drenching the entire sword.

The blood-red appearance was startling; Yan Buhui could distinctly feel his head spinning, and his vision started to blur gradually.

Yan Buhui slowly lay on the Combat Stage, his ears ringing with noise as the sounds around him began to grow chaotic.

“That’s all he is, trash, a waste,” he seemed to faintly hear the disdainful murmurs of the crowd.

The wails of the longsword, Yan Buhui could sense the emotions of his own blade.

From a very young age, he could feel the emotions of his sword; only when he grew up did he realize he had unwittingly awakened the weapon’s spirit.

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His vision became fuzzier, and his eyelids heavier by the moment.

Yan Buhui calmly watched his wailing longsword, feeling the ebb of his own life force.

Suddenly, he remembered so much, starting from the day he received the sword, he cherished it immensely.

Especially after his mother’s departure, he slept with the sword every night, hardly ever leaving it behind.

They had spent countless months together,

Endured numerous days and nights,

They had gazed at the moon, laughed, and grown together,

And he had poured all his heartaches to the sword.

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“Damn it, he’s not just a cold weapon, he’s my good brother! How could I let him be trampled underfoot?”

Yan Buhui’s lips curved into a relieved smile as he remembered the long nights of yesteryear, with only his sword for company.

Suddenly, it was as if a divine light shot straight from his spine to his brain, leaving him completely stunned.

“What exactly is a sword?”

Thunder exploded within his heart, and Yan Buhui’s mind went blank, clearer than it had ever been in his life.

The scene before him seemed to dissolve into a vast expanse of grey mist, and the thunderous noise in his ears was incessant, while countless lines of sword light wove through his mind.

“I myself travel the wind and tread the Nine Skies,

with the Three-Foot Longquan Sword in hand!”

In the outside world, the longsword began to tremble slightly, with strands of Sword Qi permeating the air around him.

As the Sword Qi swirled and thunder rumbled, dispersing the fog, Yan Buhui also slowly stood up.

All things possess momentum, be it the flowers, the trees, the heroes, or the formidable—everything in the world has its own presence.

So does the sword have its own sword momentum; when such momentum gathers, the scene before his eyes became unprecedentedly clear, and Yan Buhui felt as if he was seeing something different.

“Intent,

that is Sword Intent.”

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“Is it over just like that?” whispered the disciples below.

“The newcomer doesn’t understand the immensity of heaven and earth. He needs to have his sharpness blunted, to realize that this Outer Sect is no place for his arrogance.”

“Daring to challenge elder brother Xu Ren, I thought he must be capable of something.”

“It’s so mediocre; I knew this would be the outcome.”

Xu Ren, seeing Yan Buhui’s corpse-like appearance, shook his head to himself, preparing to kick him off the Combat Stage and end the contest.

The gap in their realms was not so easily bridged. Xu Ren had also been among the Talented Disciples in his youth, making a sharp entrance into the Holy Sect.

But this world never lacks for Talented Disciples. The truly strong must possess a reverent heart, and those who make it to the end are the real winners.

At this moment, a streak of Sword Qi sliced toward Xu Ren.

Xu Ren was startled. He shifted sideways, barely avoiding the Sword Qi’s strike. His gaze moved to the front.

He saw countless terrifying strands of Sword Qi swirling around Yan Buhui, and the young man who had appeared all but spent was now holding the longsword, struggling to get to his feet.

Yan Buhui felt a surge of the bold ambition to rid the world of demons rise within him.

His pupils contracted and a chill went up his spine, dazzling thoughts exploding in his mind like fireworks.

The sword momentum dispersed, and with the seed of intent planted within his heart, the aura around him grew ever stronger, almost predicting the arrival of great changes approaching like the wind before the storm.

The longsword in his hand sang joyfully, layers upon layers of Sword Intent enshrouding the whole Combat Stage like an overwhelming tide. He slightly opened his eyes, with limitless Sword Qi cleansing and bursting forth.

“What, what is this?” Xu Ren’s complexion shifted, he instinctively stepped back, watching the endless Sword Qi swirling in the sky.

Yan Buhui wielded his longsword slowly, and countless strands of Sword Qi, as if finding an outlet, all flew toward Xu Ren.

Xu Ren, looking at the scene that filled the Combat Stage like a Sword Prison, knew he couldn’t avoid it and hastily raised his sword to meet the attack.

With a “clang,” sparks flew off the longsword, and Xu Ren felt his hands go numb from the shock.

His face filled with horror, sweat streaming down his forehead. Despite the several minor realms of difference between them, he could barely defend against just this one instance of Sword Qi.

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