I Truly Am The Villian

He glanced at Tyrant Shadow; although this refinement hadn’t fully stimulated the thunderbolt attribute, the weapon’s quality had significantly improved.

Xu Zimei felt that after a few more refinements, once Tyrant Shadow activated its thunderbolt property, the weapon could also advance to the Mysterious Tier.

This was also why he used high-tier materials to forge weapons. Although Tyrant Shadow was only an ordinary weapon before, its potential was infinite.

If it had been made from ordinary materials, it probably wouldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds in the thunderbolt before shattering.

...…

After sheathing Tyrant Shadow in the scabbard behind him, Xu Zimei made his way step by step toward the outer sect.

The location for the Outer Sect Disciple’s Tiger Rankings contest had a dedicated Combat Stage.

By now, the area around the Combat Stage was already surrounded by a dense crowd of Outer Sect Disciples.

As a newcomer who had just entered the outer sect this year, Yan Buhui directly climbed to the eleventh rank on the Tiger Rankings, becoming the most dazzling among the new disciples in no time.

And now he was about to challenge Xu Ren, who was ranked seventh; every challenge within the top ten of the Tiger Rankings caused a stir in the outer sect.

People enjoyed witnessing the rise of a newcomer, watching them ascend like a newly shining star.

They also took pleasure in the fall of a genius, relishing the misfortune while finding some sense of their presence.

...…

The Combat Stage was crafted from blocks of Qinggang Stones, known for their strong defensive power, impenetrable without the force of someone in the True Vein Realm.

On the Combat Stage at that moment, Xu Ren, dressed in white, leaned casually against the iron chains on the edge of the stage, a longsword hanging at his waist.

His aura was overwhelming, with his eyes slightly squinted as he calmly awaited Yan Buhui’s arrival.

As the fierce heat of the day began to fade with the arrival of autumn, the scorching sun started to dissipate bit by bit.

The autumn breeze picked up the gradually withering yellow leaves on the branches, gently floating in the air.

"Here he comes," someone shouted, and all eyes turned in the direction straight ahead.

In the distance, the mountain ranges were shrouded in mist, and the living quarters of the Outer Sect Disciples were scattered in an orderly fashion. The shaded path leading to the Combat Stage was paved with white pebbles.

The willows on both sides swayed gently in the breeze. The youth, clad in a white robe, carrying a longsword, had his long hair fluttering behind him with the wind.

He walked toward the Combat Stage with purposeful strides.

"I thought you might chicken out," said Xu Ren, opening his eyes; his gaze was sharp as a flash of sword light, and he said with a faint chuckle.

"Quick with the tongue, just make sure you don’t concede later," remarked Yan Buhui coolly.

Sword Qi twined around him, head held high and chest thrust out, with sharp brows and piercing eyes, he resembled an unsheathed sword.

Xu Ren snorted coldly, and then a "clang" resounded; the longsword unsheathed, tracing a white mark in the air and lashing out directly at Yan Buhui.

Yan Buhui wasn’t flustered, slowly drawing his own razor-sharp sword. The two swords collided, sending sparks flying in all directions.

When the longswords intersected in the shape of a cross, Xu Ren’s spiritual energy burst out, forcing Yan Buhui to retreat step by step.

"Mysterious Tier Vein Skill: Cross Slash," Xu Ren hummed softly; his longsword was wrapped in spiritual energy, and each strike seemed to contain an astonishing force.

Yan Buhui hurriedly parried, only to feel his hands go numb from the shocks, nearly reaching the edge of the Combat Stage.

He quickly rolled on the ground, narrowly dodging Xu Ren’s attack.

"Mysterious Tier Vein Skill: Burst Kill," Yan Buhui also roared, moving to Xu Ren’s back, his longsword slashing down with an indescribable force.

Their fight could be described as lethal at every turn, with neither holding back in the slightest.

Xu Ren did not turn around; his body shifted slightly to one side, then he dodged the incoming sword.

His right arm trembled at a specific frequency before it crashed into Yan Buhui’s chest.

Yan Buhui had no time to evade and was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the iron chain railing beside him.

…

"Looks like we haven’t missed the good show," Xu Zimei and Xiao Guizi arrived, watching the already gathered crowd around the combat stage, they found an open space to watch from afar.

Yan Buhui stabilized himself and gave Xu Ren a hard look.

"Indeed, none of the disciples who can make it into the top ten of the Tiger Ranking are simple characters. The opponent is in no way inferior to myself in terms of combat experience or the application of Vein Skills," he thought.

"That’s all you’ve got," Xu Ren said with a light chuckle, slowly raising the longsword in his hand, arrogantly declaring, "With this sword, I’ll end you."

His longsword was enveloped in a dark spiritual energy, causing the spiritual energy around the blade to tremble.

"Stone Tremor Wave Sword," Xu Ren murmured softly.

He took a step back with his right foot, slightly bent at the waist, his right elbow shifting a little.

Then, as he lightly stepped his left foot on the ground, his entire being shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

As the tremors around the longsword grew more intense, the air around its blade began to warp.

A sword strike came down, and a particularly dazzling sword light condensed in the air, seemingly about to split Yan Buhui in half from head to toe.

Yan Buhui’s eyes were grave; he didn’t dodge. If he couldn’t handle this sword, he probably wouldn’t have another chance to fight back.

As the splendid sword light magnified before his eyes, Yan Buhui seized the right moment to shift his body to the side.

This move didn’t entirely avoid the attack; the entire longsword plunged into Yan Buhui’s abdomen.

When the longsword penetrated his body, everything appeared to freeze, even Xu Ren was briefly stunned.

He knew his sword strike was fierce, but if Yan Buhui had truly wanted to avoid it at all costs, it wouldn’t have been impossible.

But the opponent had hesitated.

Xu Ren tried to withdraw his longsword, only to see Yan Buhui gripping the blade tightly with his right hand, refusing to let it be pulled from his body.

Then, Yan Buhui raised his left hand’s longsword and struck directly at Xu Ren.

"This guy did it on purpose," Xu Ren exclaimed in shock. He quickly released his longsword and attempted to dodge, but his right arm was still cut by the blade.

Xu Ren moved aside, looking at his right arm that was now soaked with blood, then turned to look at the young man in front of him.

"He intentionally didn’t dodge. He completely traded his life for a wound."

Although the arm with which he wielded his sword was injured, the opponent’s injury was much more severe, and he was now in a life-threatening state.

"I know I’m no match for you," Yan Buhui said with a smile, his complexion somewhat pale, his smile frighteningly eerie.

"But I just wanted to prove something, to make people like you understand that no one can insult my mother.

Even if you are a lion, I, this ant, will tear off a piece of your flesh."

Yan Buhui unhesitatingly pulled out the longsword from his abdomen, blood spurting out, but he seemed unconcerned.

At this moment, he was like a Divine Demon on a campaign in the Sea of Blood, fearless and undaunted—this was his philosophy of life, as well as his Sword Dao.