Chapter 370: Why Not You Try

Xiao Luo glanced contemptuously at the rank of kendo students blocking his way and said, “And, what if I insist on leaving?”

“Then we will all subdue you and hand you over to the police!”

Wang Tuyun said coldly, “I don’t know what demonic martial arts you have mastered, but although we are no match for you alone, collectively as a group, we can drown you just by spitting on you. We also have Senior Brother Qinghe here to back us up, so there’s no way you can walk out of this kendo gym.”

She had her chest puffed up, and she was very confident.

“Sure, you can try… why not?”

Xiao smirked, and his eyes gleamed with a cold light.

When Xiao Luo stared at the kendo students, they unconsciously took a step back as their hearts shuddered for a moment in unease. The prowess of this stranger in front of them defied logic. He had the inner power that their master had once told them about and was even capable of using some kind of telekinesis-like force. With such powers, he could very well go against their master himself. With such thoughts in their minds, they couldn’t decide what to do and glanced nervously at their master’s favorite disciple, Guo Qinghe, hoping for some guidance.

“Xiao Luo, are you really going to force me to attack you?” Guo Qinghe said.

Xiao Luo chuckled and remarked, “Guo Qinghe, stop pretending to be a gentleman. I bet you had wanted to put me in my place even during our gathering in Jiangcheng, only you couldn’t find a chance to do so. Now that opportunity has presented itself to you, how could you possibly let go of it? I don’t remember there being any bad blood between us, so if there’re any issues, it could only be caused by your inflated ego. For our classmates that are doing worse than you, you’d treat them as friends. For those more successful, they would be your rivals. Am I correct?”

With his true character revealed by Xiao Luo so accurately, Guo Qinghe felt like he was standing naked before everyone’s watchful eyes and became self-conscious. He was suddenly overcome by a sense of indignation and humiliation, and he succumbed to his rage. Ominously, he gritted his teeth and called for his sword.

Wang Tuyun responded and hastily ran to fetch the weapon. When she returned, she held a western-style sword in her hands.

It was not a wooden one, but a real sword that could cut through the human flesh. It was a rapier, a slender dueling sword with a straight blade about 100 centimeters in length. It had an elaborate hilt, and its single-edged blade was made of tempered steel, fullered and tapered to a sharp pointed tip. The blade gleamed under the indoor lighting, revealing a well-honed edge that looked razor-sharp. It would easily pierce or slice through flesh, causing a terrible wound and great loss of blood.

Guo Qinghe looked fierce as he pointed his sword at Xiao Luo and said, “I’m asking you one last time. Do you wish to leave or stay here and wait until the police arrive?”

“So… you’ve decided to use a real sword, but why not a katana, I wonder?”

As far as Xiao Luo was concerned, this sword effectively wiped off the last vestiges of their friendship. Henceforth, Guo Qinghe would be excluded from the list of the people that he considered friends.

Suddenly, Su Xiaobei squeezed her way through the crowd and ran to Xiao Luo. He clung on to his thigh and holding back her tears, she pleaded, “Uncles, aunties, please don’t hurt my daddy. I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have run around in this place.”

Her voice was that of a child, but her mind was much more matured than other children her age. Seeing so many angry people surrounding Xiao Luo and fearing for his wellbeing, she did the only she could to save her daddy.

“Little girl, you’re not supposed to be here, go away!” Wang Tuyun snapped.

“No, I won’t… he’s my daddy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. These people can’t do anything to Daddy.”

Xiao Luo ruffled her head affectionately and then gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. Su Xiaobei’s concern for his safety made his heart melt, and he couldn’t help feeling that they were truly father and daughter.

These words riled up the kendo students, and their expressions darkened. They were outraged that even with their senior brother armed with a sword, he dared to look down on them with impunity.

“Su Canye, come and take Xiaobei away.” Su Canye was still in a daze, standing not far away, and Xiao Luo had to shout to get his attention.

“Huh? Oh… okay, okay.”

Su Canye quickly made his way there by squeezing through the crowd, then promptly took Su Xiaobei away.

As soon as Su Xiaobei left, the aura on Xiao Luo’s body suddenly intensified. A demon had broken free from its shackles, and his cruel, brutal side was revealed to the people.

He raised his head and flashed a devilish smile. “Guo Qinghe, you may begin…”

Xiao Luo’s taunt riled up Guo Qinghe, and he was provoked to action.

Guo Qinghe seethed with a burning hatred and dropped all pretenses. Calling on his students, he shouted, “Attack him, all together! Bring him down and hand him over to the police!”

But no one took a step forward, they were all waiting or someone else to make the first move. After Xiao Luo’s merciless display of strength earlier, they were deterred for a good reason.

In a show of loyalty and affection, Wang Tuyun hollered and led the charge to take down Xiao Luo.

“You, with the surname Xiao! Our kendo gym isn’t a place for someone like you to run rampant!”

Charging in, she raised her wooden sword high and smashed it down to strike Xiao Luo’s head with great force.

Xiao Luo showed no concern and didn’t appear to even take guard or evaisve4 action. Suddenly, he thrust his palm outward, and a wave of energy surged from within and blasted outward to send Wang Tuyun sailing back through the air for some three to four meters. Without even making any contact with her body, he had easily dispatched her. She spat out a mouthful of blood as she lay sprawled on the floor, and her wooden sword was broken in half; such was the force of Xiao Luo’s inner power.

“GASP!”

The crowd was stunned and appalled that Xiao Luo would go so hard on a delicate girl like Wang Tuyun.

Wang Tuyun herself couldn’t believe it either, and her eyes wide open with shock as she looked at Xiao Luo in horror. An overwhelming sense of anger and shame followed, as, while she was no match for him, she had thought that with her fair looks, Xiao Luo would at least show some mercy. This was far from the truth, for Xiao Luo did not think so.

“Don’t just stand there and look—come at me, all of you. How are you going to subdue me and hand me over to the police if you don’t make a move?” Xiao Luo mocked.

The kendo students looked at each other, found their courage, and roared in unison as they descended on Xiao Luo. With wooden swords in their hands, they applied what they had learned in the kendo gym and put it into an actual fight. They still had a firm belief that they could overcome Xiao Luo with the advantage of numbers.

Xiao Luo met them with his bare fist. The scene looked like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep, no matter how many sheep there were, their only fate was a slaughter.

The kendo students were knocked to the ground one after another—some were holding their stomach, while others were clutching their chests or legs, and they were all groaning in agony. Xiao Luo had only used three-tenths of his inner power to perform the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. There were now only five or six students remaining, he struck them all at once, and they were thrown back, shrieking in pain, before landing heavily on the floor and vomiting blood.

Guo Qinghe was the last to attack. He had sent his students into the skirmish first to observe Xiao Luo’s movements, and he finally found an opening. Just when Xiao Luo dispatched the remaining five or six people, he unleashed his sword attack. It was the way of the sword that he had learned all his life, and as he became one with his sword, he swept across space like a ray of cold light.

SHING~

The rapier whizzed through the air in intricate patterns of lunges and slashes that were fast, accurate, and ruthless. With lighting speed, the sharp tip of the blade suddenly thrust toward Xiao Luo’s chest in a display of consummate skill.

Xiao Luo kept his eye on the blade and smiled contemptuously as he easily evaded the strikes. When the final thrust was executed, Xiao Luo raised his right hand and concentrating his inner power between his index finger and middle finger. Just before the blade pierced into his chest, Xiao Luo caught the tip of the rapier, clamping tightly between two upright fingers, and it was unable to move another centimeter forward or back.

Guo Qinghe’s eyes bulged in horror, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, staring at his trapped sword in disbelief.

Xiao Luo had just stopped a full-blooded sword thrust by clipping it between his two fingers. How was that even possible?!

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