Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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However, You Longsheng did not stop. His moves were continuous, each sword strike as fast as a meteor and extremely ruthless.

After the eighteen sword strikes, the plum trees fell one after another, and the entire plum grove seemed to tremble as the branches and leaves flew everywhere.

But no matter how You Longsheng attacked, A Fei always dodged with a strange movement, the wooden sword was never drawn, and not even the corner of his clothes was torn.

"Why aren't you fighting back? Do you look down on me?"

You Longsheng sheathed his sword and stood there, his eyes filled with both anger and doubt.

He couldn't understand why this young man, who clearly possessed such superb agility, refused to engage in direct combat.

Is he playing a trick on himself?

Afei glanced at him coldly, his tone as flat as if stating a fact: "You are not worthy of me drawing my sword."

These words struck You Longsheng's pride like an invisible hammer.

He was already proud of his noble birth, but now he was being so disrespected, and the anger in his chest almost consumed him.

"Insanity!"

You Longsheng gritted his teeth and roared, then lunged at A Fei with his sword drawn once more.

This time, his movements were even more swift, and his swordplay was even more fierce and unparalleled, as if he wanted to pour all his humiliation into these few sword strikes.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't touch Ah Fei at all.

“Ah Fei, if he cuts down another plum tree, you can forget about being my apprentice.”

Seeing this, Luke, who was inside the stone pavilion, spoke up in dissatisfaction.

Although the money to buy this plum garden was a drop in the ocean for Luke, it was still his own property.

It's our own property, we can do whatever we want with it. Who gave us the right to let an outsider destroy our property here?

Upon hearing Luke's words, Afei's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if a cold star in the night sky had suddenly shone brightly.

He glanced coldly at You Longsheng, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Since you insist on this, then I'll show you what a difference there is."

Before he finished speaking, A-Fei flashed forward, approaching You Longsheng like a ghost.

As the wooden sword was swung, it produced a crisp sound of wind breaking, and its speed was so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

The first sword strike was aimed directly at You Longsheng's chest; the air seemed to be torn apart by the blade's edge.

Startled, You Longsheng quickly parried with his sword, but felt an invisible force strike him, and he was forced back half a step.

However, Ah Fei gave him no chance to catch his breath. The second sword followed immediately, thrusting out from an unbelievable angle, aiming straight for his throat.

You Longsheng hurriedly dodged to the side, but his sleeve had already been torn by the sword energy, revealing a neat crack.

The third sword, the fourth sword... each sword was as fast as lightning, yet incredibly precise, like divine punishment descending from the heavens.

You Longsheng managed to parry, but gradually his strength waned, and he could only rely on his agile movements to dodge.

In the blink of an eye, all eighteen swords were thrust out, each sword light like a firefly under the moon, weaving through the plum grove.

You Longsheng tried his best to dodge, but his movements became increasingly clumsy and his steps heavier.

Nevertheless, he still couldn't escape Afei's control—every movement felt like falling into a carefully laid trap, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the cruel tricks of fate.

Finally, with the final sword strike, eighteen acupoints on You Longsheng's body were simultaneously struck.

He stood frozen in place, unable to move, and his once magnificent clothes were now riddled with holes, with eighteen neat little holes.

These wounds were not bloody, but they were enough to make him lose face.

"You...you actually..."

You Longsheng stared wide-eyed at A Fei in disbelief. He had never imagined that his proud swordsmanship would be so utterly ineffective in the other's eyes.

Ah Fei slowly sheathed the wooden sword, his tone indifferent: "I've said it before, you're not worthy of me drawing my sword. I'm showing mercy today, but I might not be so polite next time."

After saying that, he turned and left, his figure disappearing into the depths of the plum grove, leaving behind only broken branches and fallen leaves and a stunned You Longsheng.

Luke, sitting in the stone pavilion, took a sip of tea and nodded in satisfaction: "It seems this kid has finally learned some manners."

This kid is obviously referring to A Fei, how could it be You Longsheng?

Speaking of You Longsheng, this proud and arrogant young master of Cangjian Manor, who had never encountered any setbacks since entering the martial world, was now filled with mixed feelings. His handsome face was ashen, and he was gripping the Daoduqing Sword in his hand so tightly that it was almost broken.

Children from aristocratic families often have this problem: they have access to far more resources than ordinary people, they start learning martial arts early, and they are taught by famous masters. Therefore, most of them are arrogant and proud. Even those who appear peaceful on the surface are actually very proud at heart.

This flaw also means that most of them cannot withstand setbacks. After a defeat, they may never recover, and only a few can rise again.

You Longsheng was arrogant and boasted that he was at least in the top three among the younger generation, if not number one.

But now, a boy of similar age and unknown background had defeated him with just a wooden sword, and he was powerless to fight back. He felt a mixture of shame and indignation.

You Longsheng stood frozen in place, his anger and humiliation finding no outlet. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life; at this moment, his mind was filled with nothing but chaos and fury.

The sword of love-stealing trembled slightly in his hand. His gaze was fixed on A Fei's departing figure, which seemed to have transformed into a sharp blade, tearing his pride to shreds.

"How could I, the young master of Hidden Sword Manor, be defeated by an unknown brat!"

You Longsheng muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair and resentment. Suddenly, he raised the Soul-Stealing Sword and held it against his neck, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Since living only makes us a laughingstock, then let us prove our innocence with death!"

Just as the sword was about to pierce the skin, a clear, cold voice came from afar: "Stop."

The sound, though soft, resonated like thunder, shaking the very soul.

You Longsheng trembled, but his fingers remained tightly gripping the sword hilt, refusing to let go.

Chapter 265: Martial Arts Chronicle: You Longsheng, filled with shame and indignation, attempts suicide.

The next instant, a sharp gust of wind suddenly rang out, so fast that its source could not be detected.

With a crisp "crack," the Soul-Stealing Sword was cleaved in two! The broken sword slid down, barely grazing You Longsheng's neck, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

You Longsheng looked down in astonishment at the sword that was now only half intact in his hand, then looked up at A Fei, who had reappeared not far away.

The wooden sword in Afei's hand remained calm and still, but the power displayed by that sword strike just now shocked You Longsheng like never before.

"Are you crazy?"

Ah Fei spoke coldly, his tone tinged with impatience, "Even if you're going to die, you should at least die with some value."

You Longsheng opened his mouth to speak, but found his throat dry and he couldn't utter a single word.

He looked at Afei in disbelief, his mind filled with doubt: how could an ordinary wooden sword cut through his precious sword?

But even if one comprehends the realm of cutting iron, a simple wooden sword without any enhancement cannot cut through an iron sword, because the materials are inherently different.

Even swordsmen in the pirate world use iron swords to cut iron swords. To cut an iron sword with a wooden sword, one would need to apply Armament Haki.

Afei naturally didn't possess Armament Haki, but he had internal energy. He channeled his internal energy into the wooden sword, which, while not making it comparable to an iron sword, made it more resilient. Coupled with the enhancement of his Iron-Cutting Realm, even though the Soul-Stealing Sword was already a rare treasure, You Longsheng's own abilities were insufficient, so there was nothing he could do.

Leaving aside You Longsheng's distraught state, Luke in the stone pavilion was quite satisfied with the results of his teaching, and proudly raised an eyebrow at Li Xunhuan beside him.

"How about it? Isn't my apprentice alright?"

Li Xunhuan took a big gulp of wine and laughed heartily, saying, "Indeed, a good disciple."

In Li Xunhuan's view, what's good about A Fei isn't that he was able to grasp the sword philosophy passed down by Luke so quickly and apply it to combat.

Instead, it was Ah Fei who saved You Longsheng when he was about to commit suicide.

In Li Xunhuan's view, this was more important than martial arts skills.

The birth of life is the most beautiful thing in the world, and it is certainly good to be a person who does not disregard life.

Although Li Xunhuan possessed superb martial arts skills, he was a traditional Confucian scholar.

This Confucianism is by no means a castrated version, emphasizing so-called loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, serving the imperial power, or fighting for power and profit. Rather, it is a Confucianism of benevolence and love for others.

Li Xunhuan didn't care much about martial arts skills, but he valued character very much.

Undoubtedly, A-Fei saving You Longsheng's life made Li Xunhuan feel very favorable towards A-Fei.

"But what exactly is this hothead doing here? Judging from his appearance, he's just an impulsive spoiled brat, not the kind of mastermind behind things!"

Although You Longsheng came with hostility, he had no murderous intent, nor did he have the kind of murderous aura that wanted to kill someone.

Luke didn't know why the other person had come, but he was certain that the other person was not one of those people lying in ambush.

Because You Longsheng is just too stupid, or rather, too arrogant. How could someone so self-important possibly do something like secretly setting up an ambush?

Luke scanned the area around the plum garden and quickly realized how many people were lying in ambush. There were at least a hundred of them, and they were all skilled fighters.

However, they were only at the level of good players; there wasn't a single expert among them.

No, that's not right. There is one, but this guy is too far away, so Luke isn't sure if he's just passing by or if he's with the people lying in ambush.

"Calling him a hothead is too much. He's just young, and young people are always impulsive."

You Longsheng's revelation of his identity has already revealed to Li Xunhuan who he is, but even if he didn't know who he was, it wouldn't stop Li Xunhuan from being magnanimous towards a young man.

In Li Xunhuan's view, as the sole heir of a century-old family, You Longsheng was merely a bit arrogant and valued face too much, but his character was still commendable. At that time, A Fei had his back to You Longsheng, but after You Longsheng was defeated, he did not choose to ambush him from behind and kill him to silence him. Instead, he chose to commit suicide.

Although he is somewhat unable to withstand setbacks, it also shows that his character is not so bad.

At this moment, You Longsheng's heart seemed to be frozen solid by frost.

The next instant, You Longsheng was about to let out a long howl and leave in shame and indignation.

However, as soon as he took a step, he noticed something strange behind him.

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An indescribable chill crept up my spine, as if some danger was approaching.

But before he could turn around, he heard the sound of wind breaking—a cold sword blade pierced straight into his back!

You Longsheng's body stiffened, and an endless despair welled up in his heart. At this moment, he couldn't even believe that he was still alive.

The moment he closed his eyes, he thought Ah Fei had changed his mind and wanted to take his life.

But in that instant, the familiar sound of a wooden sword slicing through the air brushed past his ears, and with a "whoosh," it grazed his cheek, bringing a burning sensation.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing scream of pain came from behind.

You Longsheng suddenly opened his eyes and turned around. He saw a man in black lying in a pool of blood, with the wooden sword that had once cut his Soul-Stealing Sword stuck in his chest.

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