During work hours, there weren't many people in the community's greenery, but they all noticed the previous scene, whether it was the muffled thunder or Wang Xuan raising his gun, as well as his leap from the fifth floor.
By piecing these situations together, they could tell there was a grudge between Wang Xuan and the Red-clothed Guest, and it wasn't small, otherwise, it wouldn't have nearly turned into a murder case.
They just couldn't understand how Wang Xuan, who usually stayed home, reputedly a struggling author so poor he could only stock up on processed foods, could be so fierce.
The whole building slightly trembling and rumbling was like a strong man wielding a heavy hammer, the destructive power was not something just anyone could compare to.
Leaping from the fifth floor, with just a few power releases, he could safely land; such strength, such reflexes, and courage, plus wielding a sniper rifle.
In an instant, Wang Xuan turned from an amiable person into an extremely dangerous man of the martial world; the grudge had now found its way to his door, and the original peace was broken.
As he walked by, people automatically moved ten meters away, not even daring to stop in case they'd get caught up in the spectacle and suffer for it.
The Red-clothed Guest naturally noticed Wang Xuan walking over, looked at his bare hands, furrowed his brows, and said, "If you still had a gun, you could confront me; without it, aren't you afraid of the knife in my hand, or are you truly not afraid of death?"
"I didn't shoot, and you dare not kill me. If someone dies in front of everyone, neither of us will have a good ending, unless you want to end up in the police station?" Wang Xuan's lips curled into a smile.
Why didn't he shoot? Why dare to come down? Because they were not immortals from the mountains; the Federation's laws greatly restrain citizens.
"Then why are you looking for me?" The Red-clothed Guest stopped Zhou Hu, who was about to charge up; Wang Xuan's previous gun intimidation really left him on the brink of death.
Wang Xuan glanced at Zhou Hu and said blandly, "You're not my match. I just didn't take your life, otherwise one bullet would have been enough to send you on your way!"
In the past few years, there have been three to five Bone Refining Realm people who died under his gun; their bones already cleanly devoured by fierce beasts in the wild. Of course, several times he almost lost his life, too.
"Nice knife," Wang Xuan motioned to the long knife at Zhou Hu's waist. "Earlier in the room, it was hard to wield it properly, didn't have time to use it. If in the open space, the knife in Zhou Hu's hand could indeed threaten me."
"As if I need you to tell me that," Zhou Hu huffed.
"Your Invincible Iron Fist Gang has come looking for me time and again, isn't it a bit unreasonable? If there was a grudge between us, that would be one thing, but we've never crossed paths before, the water flows in its own channels, isn't this going too far?" Wang Xuan said.
The Red-clothed Guest exuded a heavy evil qi; ordinary people couldn't support such red clothes. Yet he was still fine, obviously possessing not minor skill.
"You don't seem afraid," the Red-clothed Guest propped his saber; it shone brightly, but his eyes shone brighter.
"I won't die, as long as I can stand up again and find the right place, sniping thirty to fifty of your Invincible Iron Fist Gang members in one night is not a problem, certainly including you as their sidekick." Wang Xuan was calm, even when talking about killing.
"A hero without courage, even ten parts skill can't be fully displayed."
"Are you a bladesman?"
The Red-clothed Guest nodded in approval, "Indeed."
A bladesman values righteousness, wielding a heavy and powerful saber with such vigor, their physique far stronger than cultivators of the same realm, truly valiant.
"I was also a bladesman." Wang Xuan looked a bit nostalgic, "May I ask to witness your saber technique?"
He was once a bladesman, but that was twelve years ago. Since then, he hadn't wielded a long saber.
"Huzi, lend him your saber."
The Red-clothed Guest spoke, Zhou Hu reluctantly tossed the saber to Wang Xuan, the man who almost took his life.
The moment he grasped the saber, Wang Xuan casually flourished it, clearly a bit rusty after not holding one for many years. He weighed and tested the saber's weight and shape, then after swinging it a few times, he had more confidence.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Wang Xuan was just casually waving the long saber, but to the Red-clothed Guest, the sharpness and dominance on Wang Xuan's body became heavier, wielding the saber like an extension of his arm, clearly a master of the saber.
The Red-clothed Guest had practiced diligently for five or six years to reach this realm, from then on, the saber became an extension of his arm, greatly enhancing the power of his techniques.
"Still a bit rusty, care for some pointers?" Wang Xuan held the saber in his right hand, charged without another word, his figure flickering like a phantom.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The clashing sound of long sabers, the Red-clothed Guest stood in place, not moving an inch, defending against three of Wang Xuan's deadly slashes with just a breath.
Zhou Hu stood by, in disbelief, as he couldn't see Wang Xuan's blade moves clearly, not knowing what technique it was!
Only a domineering force, heavy and invincible, exploding with absolute power!
"Great saber technique, you are indeed an excellent bladesman, grasping the essence of the Saber Path." The Red-clothed Guest remarked casually, effortlessly parrying Wang Xuan's several strikes, his physique and saber art realm far above Wang Xuan's.
Wang Xuan smiled, "Just warming up."
He radiated an unrestrained aura, his eyes brimming with confidence, like an eagle spreading its wings, a sight absent in his usual demeanor.
"Is this the Overlord Saber? Few dare to practice it unless their strength and courage are outstanding; otherwise, they can hardly achieve success." The Red-clothed Guest had extraordinary insight.
Wang Xuan stood with the saber, growing more familiar with it; with every casual swing, he knew precisely where every part of the saber was, down to the smallest deviation.
Suddenly, his saber moved, and in an instant, Eighteen Consecutive Cuts descended, each slash heavier than the last, pouring down on the Red-clothed Guest like a torrential downpour.
With nearly three thousand pounds of force on the saber, combined with Wang Xuan's domineering saber technique, its power was beyond Zhou Hu's imagination.
The clanging saber sounds and the speed were fierce, the strength ferocious, and when the last slash fell, the Red-clothed Guest retreated a step, his feet directly sinking.
Clang!
The Red-clothed Guest lifted his feet, crossing paths with the charging Wang Xuan. Sparkling amidst the exchange, a saber snapped audibly, followed by a ripping sound.
"Great technique!" Wang Xuan praised, tossing away the remaining saber handle. The Red-clothed Guest was dedicated to the saber, his saber art realm deep and profound, having reached the Imperial Blade level.
"You're not bad either!" The Red-clothed Guest also appreciated, amazed that the Perfect Realm Overlord Saber would be displayed by someone not even in the Bone Refining Realm.
Typically, martial arts and martial techniques in the Perfect Realm only appear in cultivators at the Bone Marrow Refining or higher, yet Wang Xuan achieved it.
Three thousand pounds of strength, combined with the Perfect Realm Overlord Saber, and Wang Xuan's comprehension of the saber, Zhou Hu couldn't withstand even a single move if they were to fight.
"Let's go." The Red-clothed Guest turned, saber sheathed, ending this matter, deciding not to make any more moves.
Zhou Hu pointed at Wang Xuan; that bloody chest was visible to everyone, not understanding why the Red-clothed Guest decided to stop!
He hopped around anxiously, but the Red-clothed Guest had already walked away, hurriedly catching up to ask, "Brother, why leave? That guy clearly lost.
After all, how could he be your match? It's the renowned Red-clothed Guest making the move!
What a pity about my good saber, made from special metal, extremely hard, stayed intact over the years, yet shattered today.
That guy's saber skills and strength are astonishing; what do you think—"
He stopped abruptly, looking at the Red-clothed Guest's cheek in disbelief, where a one-inch long blood line appeared, deepening and darkening over time.
"We won't provoke him again. With someone like that, there are only two ways to coexist, either peacefully or thoroughly kill them to eliminate future trouble.
Otherwise, as long as he lives, wielding his saber and gun, we won't be at peace, at least you'll be doomed, unable to withstand his full-force strike."
The Red-clothed Guest said indifferently, making his choice not to feud with Wang Xuan. After all, they originally had no grudge, no reason to risk endless troubles for others' matters.
The scene of their duel, the flat green now like muddied land trampled by elephants in a rainy night, crisscrossed with footprints, pebbles, and dirt churned up.
Looking at the chaotic scene, Wang Xuan shook his head, casually contacting property management, knowing someone would naturally come to repair the place, saving him the trouble.
A nearly twenty-centimeter gash split across Wang Xuan's chest, blood-soaked, wetting his shirt, yet his expression remained unchanged, as if unbothered.
His Life Generating Technique circulated, a cool flow coursing through the wound; soon it ceased bleeding. The second level of the Life Generating Technique greatly enhanced his self-healing, in about ten days, the scar wouldn't even be there.
"Young and proud, in one's prime. Twelve years lost, now I've returned, just like my youthful self."
Wang Xuan was in a good mood, after twelve years of silence, finally, his day of rising has come. Twelve years ago, he perfected the Overlord Saber, his saber path entered the first level of Imperial Blade — Unity of Man and Blade, and today, touching the saber, his saber path realm resurged in battle once more!
The battle at the Martial Arts Hall tomorrow, he already has a firm determination to win!