Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 42 - Sword Borrower

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Sword Borrower

Chapter 42 -42: Sword Borrower

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The Sword Master spoke righteously and sternly, silencing the man with no chance to retort.

He then turned to Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, and, bowing slightly, said:

“Both of you have been startled, today’s incident is due to the lax control of our Seven Extremes Hall, please do not take it to heart.”

“Certainly not.”

Neither Su Mo nor Yang Xiaoyun felt it appropriate to continue sitting there, to avoid seeming arrogant, and promptly stood up, returning the gesture with a bow.

However, they saw the Sword Master’s eyes darting about, suddenly fixating on the sword box beside Su Mo.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes:

“Hmm? What is this object? Why is it in your possession?”

Su Mo raised his eyebrows slightly: “What are you implying, Sword Master?”

“What am I implying? You know perfectly well!”

The Sword Master suddenly switched his earlier demeanor, becoming aggressively confrontational, his sharpness fully revealed:

“This item belongs to our Seven Extremes Hall, and was stolen by this person!”

He stretched out his hand to point at the man on the ground, who was agape and seemingly in disbelief of his own ears.

Yet the Sword Master looked coldly at Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun: “I initially thought you two were unwittingly caught up in this. However, it seems that you are in cahoots with this individual. It looks like we’ve caught you red-handed; there’s no need to say more. Now, do you comply and come with me back to Seven Extremes Hall, or do I have to force you?”

“Bullshit!!!”

The man on the ground tried to rise, but failed, and instead sat up straight, pointing at the Sword Master and furiously cursed:

“Do you still have the nerve to call yourself a reputable sect? Framing and lying freely as if it’s child’s play. Such actions, how are they any different from the evil paths?”

“Who are you, a thief, to spout nonsense here?”

“I!”

The man, with his words stuck in his throat, his face red with anger, finally managed to squeeze out: “Even thieves have principles!!!”

“A thief is a thief, a bandit is a bandit!”

The Sword Master coldly retorted and then looked at Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun: “You two don’t seem like despicable people. If you’ve been deceived by villains due to your youth, it’s understandable you’ve gone astray. If you’re willing to accompany me back to Seven Extremes Hall, there’s still room for leniency. Otherwise…”

“Ha ha ha!”

Hearing this, Su Mo could not help but burst into laughter: “What a Seven Extremes Hall, such deeds truly opened my eyes tonight. Sword Master… you wouldn’t happen to take me for a three-year-old child?”

“Probably not even three.”

Yang Xiaoyun gently shook his head: “If it were a three-year-old child, at least they would understand one thing…”

“What’s that?”

Su Mo glanced at Yang Xiaoyun.

“When you’re in another’s territory, whatever they say goes. If they call a deer a horse, you must agree. Life and death are in their hands; where is there room for you to speak?”

“Fair point.”

Su Mo nodded repeatedly, then looked at the Sword Master: “Sword Master, I too have a piece of advice for you. Though you aren’t a benevolent person, you don’t seem foolish enough to let greed cloud your judgment. The item behind me, I won’t even mention that it has nothing to do with you, but are you not afraid of calling trouble upon yourself and involuntarily bringing disaster upon the entire Seven Extremes Hall?”

“Very well!”

The Sword Master exclaimed, pointing his finger: “It seems you are unyielding!”

As those words fell, the clanging sound of swords being drawn rang incessantly. The Seven Extremes Hall Disciples drew their swords, menace filled the air, pointing towards Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.

Yang Xiaoyun smiled calmly, about to step forward, but then a voice came from not too far away.

“Stop it, both of you.”

The voice sounded somewhat lethargic, as if speaking a few more words would exhaust the speaker to death, so after saying two words, there was a small pause before the next two words were uttered weakly.

However, the person speaking was evidently lethargic, yet their voice clearly reached everyone’s ears.

As the people of Seven Extremes Hall slightly startled, Sword Master’s eyes flickered and he spotted that person.

That person stood on the boundary between shadow and light, appearing disheveled, covered in dirt, his face displaying drowsiness, seemingly not having slept for quite some time.

Having said his piece, he then opened his mouth wide and yawned enormously.

Then he nodded his head, emphasizing his words slightly: “Hmm, stop.”

“Where did this troublemaker come from?”

Sword Master’s brows furrowed slightly as he glanced at the person: “Are you also with them? Then you might as well come with us.”

“I’m not going.”

The man shook his head.

Sword Master, upon hearing this, laughed in rage: “You don’t have a choice!!”

As soon as he spoke, a Seven Extremes Hall Disciple leaped forward, his Longsword pointed straight at the man’s forehead.

Although Sword Master spoke arrogantly, he still maintained caution toward this unknown and inexplicable person.

Sending his subordinate to probe; if a single sword strike kills him, then there would be no mystery, if not, at least it would reveal some of his abilities.

Yet, what was seen was a flash of the sword light, and a body lay horizontal on the ground.

It was not the sleepy-eyed, plaster-like man, but rather the Seven Extremes Hall Disciple.

The Longsword was certainly in hand, and the attack had been fully executed.

However, inexplicably, the Longsword had already ended up in the palm of the sleepy-eyed man, its blade piercing through the eyebrow of the Seven Extremes Hall Disciple.

With a flick of the sword light, it was drawn out from the eyebrow, and blood spilled on the ground, yet the expression of the man holding the Longsword remained sleepy and listless.

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Without even a glance at the corpse, he looked at the sword in his hand.

The next moment, a second emotion emerged on his face besides fatigue… disgust.

“Shoddy sword.”

The sword itself was not shoddy, but as the words left his mouth, the fine sword became a shoddy one.

All because, accompanying his words was the movement of his fingers.

A snap of the fingers, and the blade made a “kang” sound, snapping into two pieces.

This skill of breaking a sword with two fingers was nothing extraordinary, but the means of snatching the sword and killing with it earlier were somewhat startling.

Sword Master’s gaze fluctuated uncertainly: “Who might you be?”

“Sword borrower.”

As the man spoke, he positioned himself between Sword Master and Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, with his back to them and facing Sword Master: “I need to borrow a sword from them… they were about to deliver this sword to someone else, and before it reaches its intended recipient, it should not fall into the hands of someone with ulterior motives… yeah, I’m referring to you.”

“…”

Sword Master’s lips twitched: “Are you meddling in the affairs of Seven Extremes Hall?”

“…What is that?”

The sword borrower seemed somewhat confused.

Sword Master was taken aback: “What?”

“I’m asking… what is Seven Extremes Hall?”

After finishing his question, the sword borrower shook his head again and yawned a great yawn: “Nevermind, it’s not important…”

Sword Master’s face turned alternately pale and flushed, grinding his teeth in anger:

“Fine, fine, fine, the Jianghu is a deep place, filled with many who fear not death. If so, do not blame me today for unleashing slaughter!!!”