[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-really-am-a-villain":3,"chapter-i-really-am-a-villain-i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-73":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Really Am A Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1432798,1885,"Chapter 73 - Sword Intent","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-73",73,"\u003Cp>📢 New Novel Launch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to excessive blood loss, Yan Buhui’s face grew even paler. He knelt on one knee, clearly no longer capable of fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give up already,” Xu Ren said as he walked forward and kicked Yan Buhui over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Buhui’s body slammed heavily into the iron chains at the edge of the platform, and both his swords clattered to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Ren stepped forward, planted his foot on Yan Buhui’s sword, and bent down to retrieve his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the outer court competitions, it was forbidden to kill your opponent. Although accidents sometimes happened in combat, with Yan Buhui already incapable of resisting, Xu Ren couldn’t very well deliver a fatal blow, especially with elders watching nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Yan Buhui saw his sword pinned beneath Xu Ren’s foot, his bloodshot eyes widened. Summoning strength from who-knows-where, he lunged at Xu Ren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, Xu Ren instinctively stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Buhui grabbed his sword and gently wiped away the footprint on his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s he doing?” murmured the spectators, confused by his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Yan Buhui, there were two things in life he could never betray, one person and one object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person was his mother. He would not allow anyone to slander her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother had died from illness when he was young. It wasn’t even a serious illness, any major clan like the Huang Clan could have easily cured it with a single pill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one had bothered. No one had cared. He was only seven years old when he watched his mother die before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was then he swore he would rise above everyone, become someone powerful enough to destroy the Huang Clan and avenge her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The object was his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since his mother died, this sword had been his only companion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no friends, no use for so-called blood ties. The sword was the one thing always by his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more than a weapon. It was a brother, a confidant. Whenever he held its hilt, he felt an endless sense of hope and confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his own strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, that sword had been stepped on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood continued to flow, soaking the blade in crimson. The sight was jarring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Buhui felt his head growing heavy, his vision dim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay back on the martial arena. His ears rang, and the sounds around him turned into distant noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just a loser. Trash. Worthless.” He could barely hear the scornful murmurs of the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the emotion of his blade. Ever since he was small, he'd been able to sense it. Later he would learn that he had accidentally awakened its spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred further, and his eyelids grew heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he lay there staring quietly at the weeping sword, he could feel his life force slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day he first got the sword, how much he loved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his mother died, how he slept with it every night, how it never left his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had shared so many days and nights together…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watched the moon, laughed, grown together…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had poured every thought and feeling into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it… He’s not just some cold piece of steel. He’s my brother. How could I let him be stepped on like that?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile of acceptance crossed his lips as he recalled those lonely nights with only his sword for company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, it was like a beam of light shot up his spine and exploded in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is a sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderclap rang out in his heart, and his mind went blank. Never in his life had he experienced such clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world before him faded into a haze of gray, as thunder roared in his ears and countless lines of sword light crisscrossed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I ride the wind through the heavens… With a three-foot dragon sword in hand!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, his sword began to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strands of swordforce slowly wrapped around his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sword aura swirled, thunder crashed and the fog lifted, Yan Buhui slowly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things possess a presence, be it trees, flowers, or men of greatness. Everything has its own aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And swords have their own as well, Sword Presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When that presence converges, when your vision clears in a way it never has before, you begin to see the world differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Intent. That is Sword Intent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it over already?” muttered the spectators below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Newbies always think they’re something special. This should teach him the outer court isn’t a playground.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Challenging Senior Brother Xu Ren… what a joke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw this ending coming from the start. Predictable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Ren looked down at Yan Buhui, lying there like a dying dog. He shook his head and stepped forward, intending to kick him off the platform and end the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap in cultivation wasn’t something that could be closed with will alone. Xu Ren himself had once been a proud genius when he first joined the court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the world was full of geniuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True strength lay in humility, and in the end, those with reverence and perseverance were the ones who prevailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a burst of swordforce slashed toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, Xu Ren shifted to the side and narrowly dodged it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darted forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Buhui, previously at death’s door, was now surrounded by waves of terrifying swordforce. That young man, bloodied and broken, had picked up his sword and stood once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Buhui felt an overwhelming heroic ambition rise within him, as though he were a slayer of demons standing tall between heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils contracted. A chill shot down his spine, and inspiration exploded through his mind like fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gathered aura around him transformed. Something had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seed of sword intent had been planted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His momentum surged, ominous and wild like a coming storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword hummed joyously in his hand, and the dense sword aura surged like a tidal wave over the dueling platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes, cold, sharp, brilliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless sword lights rippled and erupted forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-What is that?” Xu Ren’s expression changed. Instinctively, he took two steps back, staring at the sword aura now dancing across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Buhui gently waved his sword, and all the accumulated sword aura found its outlet, rushing toward Xu Ren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he watched the storm of sword light engulf the arena like a prison of blades, Xu Ren knew he couldn’t dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his sword in defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a deafening clang, the swords collided, sparks flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Ren’s hands went numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face twisted in shock and fear, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the massive difference in cultivation between them, that one burst of swordforce had nearly overwhelmed him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1145,"2026-06-06T01:06:40.721Z",1,"novelbin.me","d43dd04a953b0e30bae913bc3ae5ee11ae09a07a92a24543626f817370cee834","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-74","i-really-am-a-villain-chapter-72",1822,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-really-am-a-villain-cover.jpg"]