Chapter 6: One Sword

The north wind whistled like a knife.

It blew directly on Dou Changsheng's cheeks, causing Dou Changsheng to subconsciously narrow his eyes.

His eyes focused on the Iron-Armored Mad Lion Wang Xiong standing in front. Compared to a few days ago, this person's image had changed drastically.

His already tall and burly physique now looked even more terrifying, definitely exceeding two meters, about two meters two.

His thick arms were thicker than an ordinary person's thighs. Just standing in front, he exuded a sense of oppression.

After seeing Dou Changsheng's figure, Wang Xiong's eyes revealed coldness, and he said coldly and cruelly, "Dou Changsheng!"

"Thanks to you."

"I successfully broke through, and now I am a Primordial martial artist."

There was no joy in Wang Xiong's voice; instead, it was filled with unspeakable pain. These two complex sentences were enough to prove the pain in Wang Xiong's heart at this moment.

Wang Xiong's expression was unwilling, and his gaze toward Dou Changsheng was filled with hatred.

Failing to rob the military pay last time and breaking through to become a Primordial martial artist afterward was not a reward, but a punishment.

Now, Wang Xiong was only thirty-six years old, in his prime.

He had forged steel muscles and iron bones, derived thick Postnatal internal Qi, and opened up the extraordinary meridians and the twelve primary meridians. As long as he was given four or five years, he would be able to penetrate the heaven and earth apertures.

A Primordial martial artist at forty—for those proud sons of heaven, it was not worth mentioning.

But for loose cultivators who lacked cultivation techniques and resources, this speed was already not slow.

Forty was the prime of his life, and he could still seek further progress. This was also the reason why Wang Xiong took the initiative to step into the vortex. As long as he obtained a Primordial martial art, he could challenge a higher realm.

But all of this was now gone.

He broke through.

But it wasn't by his own ability, but by someone using powerful Primordial true essence to directly penetrate his heaven and earth apertures, successfully promoting his Postnatal internal Qi and evolving it into Primordial internal Qi.

But because it was a breakthrough by external force, even if the other party used Primordial true essence to widen his meridians and stabilize his foundation, his strength was no weaker than a Primordial martial artist who broke through normally.

But this successfully cut off his future. Today at thirty-six, his strength was like this, and in the future at fifty-six, his strength would still be like this.

He would never make progress again. This was a kind of despair. Even though it had just begun, Wang Xiong could already feel that every day he lived was so agonizing, as if ants were constantly gnawing at his heart.

What was even more pathetic was that the person who helped him break through had paid so much true essence and naturally left behind a true essence to control him.

If he didn't follow their orders, he would be worse off than dead.

Life was pitch black.

Wang Xiong also knew that this was the result of seeking skin from a tiger.

He wasn't that lucky one; he was just one of the victims swallowed by thousands of tigers.

But Wang Xiong didn't commit suicide, because he still had a breath in his heart. He wanted revenge.

Not only revenge on Dou Changsheng, but also revenge on the person who took action against him.

And there was also expectation for the future. With this kind of encounter, he hadn't completely lost the chance to turn things around. The Jianghu was vast, the four countries were wide, and there were countless strange people and things. Some people were even more miserable than him, yet they obtained heavenly treasures and changed their fate against the heavens.

Watching Dou Changsheng, who was gradually slowing down his horse, Wang Xiong said coldly, "You can't run away."

"I am just the first wave of obstruction here."

"This is a probe of you!"

"In my opinion, they are too cautious."

"I have explained more than once that you only have Primordial internal Qi but no corresponding combat power, but they just don't believe it."

"At that time, I was on the battlefield, afraid and nervous, which made my brain unclear, and I forgot a lot of things."

"But when I went back, I remembered that when I hijacked you, I was afraid of encountering experts, so I observed you for a long time, from your posture and footsteps to the calluses on your palms, weighing it in every aspect."

"To this end, after approaching you, I even personally investigated that you had no internal Qi in your body."

"This was my judgment error. After all, I was only a Postnatal martial artist at the time and didn't know the subtlety of Primordial internal Qi. But a martial artist absolutely cannot have no traces of cultivation in their physique."

"You are good at sword techniques and practice swordsmanship all year round, which is completely different from farm work. I come from poverty and have seen too many poor people; I would absolutely not misidentify this point."

"You have always been a village boy in the information records."

"Not some great family descendant in disguise."

"That ray of Primordial internal Qi was just stored in your body by a powerful martial artist using some secret technique."

"So you didn't save that swordsman, because you simply didn't have the strength of a Primordial martial artist. You are just a showpiece."

"You were just used by the Shogunate and the Black Eagle Venerable as a discard, the main purpose of which was to attract our attention and let us send a part of our forces to intercept and kill you."

"I can say that your goal was successful."

"Those people didn't listen to my bitter advice at all and acted arbitrarily, choosing to divide their forces."

"They didn't even press up together and act against you, but instead had me probe first, let them know your bottom line, and then target and ambush you from there."

"This is even more wrong, directly wasting precious time. If they had all listened to my orders, they would have already seized this tenth of the military pay."

Wang Xiong stepped forward, his tall and burly physique gradually beginning to run like a heavy truck rushing out at high speed, his momentum fierce and arrogant.

"Let me tell them."

"Everything I said is true."

Wang Xiong's momentum was astonishing, the muscles on his thick arms began to bulge like pythons, and the blood vessels on his face bulged, looking extremely hideous and terrifying. His fist, the size of a sandbag, was already raised high. This punch was thrown, and the force overflowed.

He finally moved.

Dou Changsheng's heart, which had been raised, finally fell from his throat.

If this Wang Xiong didn't move, he would have no flaws at all.

If he had used his sword, he would definitely have exposed his intention, causing Wang Xiong to be vigilant and then directly dodge his Spirit Gate vital point.

But when Wang Xiong took the initiative to attack and threw a punch,

Dou Changsheng was confident. He slapped the horse's butt, and the horse, feeling the pain, directly launched a charge.

The rusty long sword left its sheath, turning into a cold light. Primordial internal Qi spat out, fast as thunder, and with the horse's momentum, the sword speed increased by another three points.

Dou Changsheng ignored Wang Xiong's fierce punch.

Primordial internal Qi penetrated the Spirit Gate.

Wang Xiong's vital point was broken, his Primordial internal Qi was in chaos, rushing wildly, and his internal organs were instantly shattered. His fierce and domineering punch finally became soft and powerless.

Dou Changsheng withdrew his sword, inserted it into the scabbard, and the horse galloped past.

Light words drifted out:

"I'm in a hurry!" ===== CHAPTER 7 =====