World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 150 - 150 115 The Sword Contest Begins Ends!

150: Chapter 115: The Sword Contest Begins, Ends!

(Seeking Monthly Pass)_4 150: Chapter 115: The Sword Contest Begins, Ends!

(Seeking Monthly Pass)_4 This only served to stoke her fury further.

Gui Qinshao had poor artistic talent, so she looked down on art, considering it all frivolous.

She believed that only martial power was truly formidable.

That’s why she admired Ling Ao, who was similarly supremely talented and insufferably arrogant.

That scumbag Suo Lun was only adept at idle pleasures like playing music and painting, good for nothing else.

And now, those hideous women dared to say she was unworthy of Suo Lun?

In today’s duel, she had to vent all her anger.

But unexpectedly, just before the duel, that scumbag Suo Lun actually backed out, actually dared not to show up.

Bastard, bastard!

If he didn’t come, how could she vent her anger, how could she break his legs?

Despite sitting motionless, Gui Qinshao’s fury was already erupting within her.

And just then, suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd.

“He’s here, he’s here, Suo Lun has arrived…”

Next, they saw Suo Lun riding a horse, galloping swiftly towards them, with an injured woman on the horse’s back.

At that moment, Suo Ningbing, who was kneeling inside the house praying, heard the noise outside and breathed a sigh of relief.

She then ran out quickly.

…

One quarter hour later, under everyone’s gaze, Suo Lun walked onto the dueling platform step by step, sword in his left hand and his right hand hanging down.

By then, the sun had almost completely set, with only one quarter of the red sun still visible in the sky.

At the base of the platform, hundreds were gathered.

Not only were all the guests from that evening present, but many others had come as well.

All stood up, eyes wide open, waiting for this highly anticipated fight to commence.

“Suo Lun, what happened to your right hand?” Gui Qinshao asked.

Seeing that Suo Lun was holding his sword in his left hand with his right hand dangling, she couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s nothing,” Suo Lun said.

“I have a habit: I use my left hand to fight women and my right hand for men.”

He did not mention that Ling Ao had attacked him, nor that Ling Ao had destroyed the tendons in his right hand, leaving him unable to lift it.

Before, when Zhi Ning had blinded him, he bragged greatly during the archery exam, even going so far as to shoot with a blindfold.

But this time, he did not mention Ling Ao’s actions, because Ling Ao was a man, his rival in love.

Moreover, even if he did speak out, people would think he was framing Ling Ao.

They would think that he must have forced himself to learn the Calamity Nine Swords, resulting in his tendon rupture, which wasn’t unusual at all.

What was most important was that he was going to fully accumulate this hatred, without leaking a hint of it.

Any crying or rage would be a sign of weakness.

He was a man who always sought revenge.

His retaliation would have to make Ling Ao suffer to the extreme, even wishing for death.

Originally, he only intended to use Gui Qinshao to his advantage, treating her as a passing fancy after his use for her ended, with no further connection.

But now, he had decided that he must completely dominate this woman.

Not only physically, but spiritually as well.

There’s a saying on Earth that behind every dream goddess you think of day and night, there’s a man who makes her sick to her stomach.

And Suo Lun was going to be that man.

The cruelest way to take revenge on a man is to take away the woman of his dreams and, under his jealous and crazed gaze, do whatever you wish with her.

Then, to ruin his future, to ruin his career.

To turn him from a rising star with boundless prospects into a complete failure.

Finally, to cripple his martial skills, to leave him with nothing at all.

To make him miserably hide among the beggars, looking up at your glory.

After extracting all his pain, then let him die.

…

Left hand to fight women, right hand to fight men.

This statement once again infuriated Gui Qinshao, who nearly grit her teeth and said, “Suo Lun, you’re asking for it!

Bring me a bottle of wine!”

The crowd was stunned.

Was she going to drink now?

Immediately, a servant hurriedly presented a bottle of wine—an exquisite, costly red contained within an ornate porcelain bottle.

But Gui Qinshao kicked it, and the bottle fell to the ground, spilling the wine like pouring blood.

“Suo Lun, before this bottle empties, I will end the fight, and I will break your legs,” Gui Qinshao said coldly.

“Remember, it’s going to hurt a lot; bear with it.”

Then Gui Qinshao drew her wooden sword and pointed it at Suo Lun, saying, “Now, I’ll show you ‘Disaster of Nine Swords,’ the most lavish and mystical sword technique in the world.

You can’t just learn this sword technique if you wish.

The rupture of your arm’s tendons is the best proof.”

“Whoosh…”

With that, Gui Qinshao thrust her sword fiercely.

Instantly, her devilishly enchanting body turned into that of a true celestial being.

And the first strike she unleashed was an unbelievable miracle.

Standing on one foot, with her right hand holding the sword, she instantly glided in front of Suo Lun.

Yes, without moving her whole body, balancing on one foot, she slid straight over.

It was an incredible sight, both lavish and mystical.

Many in the audience were completely dumbfounded.

How was this possible?

It made no sense—without using dragon power, with her body utterly still, how did she suddenly glide over?

This was the essence of the Calamity Nine Swords, using the initial force of the strike to drag the body across.

Any slight mistake would not only collapse the technique but also break the tendons.

But if done right, the moves of Calamity Nine Swords were extremely lavish and beautiful, capable of captivating anyone’s gaze.

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