"Die? You’re the one who’s dying!"

The moment Su Xing spoke, the tens of thousands of white lines at his side instantly coalesced into fifteen longswords. The swords shot out, each trailing a thin white line as they streaked toward the High Priest.

In an instant, the entire first floor of the mall was flooded with a blinding white sword light, bright as the full moon.

As the fifteen longswords tore through the air toward the Thousand-Change High Priest, he froze on the spot. His survival instinct screamed at him to run, but faced with blades coming from every direction, he had no idea where to go.

It was a death trap; there was no escape.

"How could this be? How could this be?!"

"So young, yet so powerful... Since when did the insignificant Cang City produce another Li Yu?"

"Impossible!"

A genius like Li Yu didn’t just have a high rank; his cultivation speed was also unimaginable. Despite being bogged down with organizational duties day and night, he still progressed at a rate his peers could only dream of.

More importantly, his combat experience and skill were so great he could often defeat opponents far beyond his own level.

Even he, a member of the Spiritual Sect, knew how absurd it was for a minor city like Cang City to produce one Li Yu. The thought that it had now produced another in Su Xing made his face turn pale.

’What did a tiny place like Cang City do to deserve such good fortune?’

’Could His decision to make Cang City the main battlefield lead to some unforeseen disaster?’

The Thousand-Change High Priest’s thoughts raced, but they were abruptly cut short as if by a sudden, violent force.

The fifteen longswords had already pierced through his body. His thoughts came to a dead halt. The Thousand-Change High Priest slowly lowered his head. He looked at the blades protruding from all over his body and suddenly smiled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Su Xing, as if he wanted to say something.

But the longswords thrust forward again, riddling his body with so many bloody holes that hardly a single patch of unscathed skin remained.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed. His corpse, now resembling a bloody honeycomb, gushed from its many wounds, staining the floor red. Su Xing relaxed his right hand as faint black motes of light swirled around him. He walked over to the High Priest, patted down the body, and found nothing.

Su Xing’s brow furrowed. ’Tough luck,’ he muttered to himself. He looked up at the stunned Lu Anning, waved, and said,

"Lu, come on down. Time to head back to the Sword Hall."

"Coach Su... Are you a superhero?"

Lu Anning stood on the second floor, staring blankly at Su Xing.

She’d seen her share of superhero movies. The heroes in them were just like Coach Su: ordinary people who, at a critical moment, would suddenly appear and defeat powerful enemies.

"What are you talking about? Just come down first."

Su Xing waved his hand with a sense of resignation. He understood the shock Lu Anning must be feeling upon her first encounter with the Extraordinary World.

But a special organization would probably be arriving soon, and he needed to get her out of there. While they could easily find traces of Lu Anning and Liu Shiyu by checking the surveillance footage, the Thousand-Change High Priest had reverted to his true form upon death. The investigation probably wouldn’t lead back to Lu Anning.

"Oh... oh!"

Lu Anning clearly hadn’t snapped out of it yet. She started to run, took a few steps, then remembered she’d forgotten her umbrella. She scurried back to grab it before finally running down from the second floor.

As they left, the image of Su Xing controlling the flying swords was burned into Lu Anning’s mind. For a young girl who loved swords, the sight was simply overwhelming.

She joined Su Xing, and it wasn’t until they had followed him out of the mall’s emergency exit that she finally asked,

"Coach Su... How did you do that?"

"It’s actually a type of sword technique."

Su Xing spoke as he led Lu Anning away from the mall on foot. Once they were a safe distance away, he took out his phone to hail a car.

"That’s a sword technique?"

Lu Anning was stunned. In her mind, what she had seen was clearly a superpower. How could it have anything to do with sword techniques?

Real sword techniques were supposed to be formal, methodical forms, like slashes, thrusts, taps, and flicks.

Seeing the disbelief on her face, Su Xing used his hand as a blade, miming a slash as he continued to explain.

"See? A normal slash technique looks like this, right?"

"But if your power and speed reach a certain level..."

Su Xing paused. His right hand suddenly chopped forward, and a white line instantly streaked through the air. He then continued,

"How can you say a white line like this isn’t a sword technique?"

"And as for the flying swords... that’s just a more advanced application."

Hearing this, the fog in Lu Anning’s mind suddenly cleared. She realized this was the greatest opportunity of her life.

If she could learn even a fraction of what Coach Su knew, no other Swordsman at school would stand a chance against her.

She was just about to say something when Su Xing cut her off.

"I know what you’re going to ask. Let’s talk about it when we get back."

Having gotten his answer, Lu Anning said no more. She stood obediently beside Su Xing, waiting for their ride to arrive.

Su Xing stared at the blurry panel that had appeared before his eyes, murmuring in surprise,

"I didn’t expect the system to have other functions."

To be honest, he had no intention of teaching Lu Anning any of this.

He wanted to earn some Sword Dao Points from her, but he’d figured teaching her the basics would be enough. There was no need to pass on the insights he’d gained from his system. But the appearance of a new panel completely changed his mind.

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Candidate Sword Disciple: Lu Anning]

[Talent: Sword Bone (Inactive)]

[Talent meets the standard for a Sword Disciple. Host is advised to accept her as a Sword Disciple to unlock a new panel.]

"Sword Bone."

Su Xing murmured the words. He suddenly recalled why the Thousand-Change High Priest had kidnapped Lu Anning in the first place.

Wasn’t it because the Spiritual Sect had discovered she possessed some exceptional talent? ’It must be this Sword Bone,’ he thought, unable to resist complaining to himself,

’This isn’t a Sword Saint System, it’s a Coaching System.’

Complaints aside, he still had to take her as his disciple. He knew the system was a crucial part of his own innate talent,

and now that a way to improve it had finally appeared, he had to give it a try. Fortunately, getting Lu Anning to become his disciple should be easy enough.

Soon, the two of them were back at the Sword Hall.

Su Xing stood in the entranceway, looked at Lu Anning, and suddenly asked,

"Lu, do you want to study the sword under me?"