37: Chapter 37 Basic Swordsmanship LVMAX, Perfect!

In this instant, Chu Xuan actually felt a dazed sensation as if time were flying by.

A massive amount of sword techniques flooded into his mind—no flashy showmanship, just basic sword forms like cleaving, stabbing, lifting, and sweeping.

After countless days and nights of tempering, Chu Xuan seemed to have become a true swordsman.

A swordsman skilled in using two-handed swords.

Chu Xuan felt an insatiable urge, deeply longing for his swordsmanship to Breakthrough to the next stage, but unfortunately, he had no more spirituality value to exchange for skill points.

However...

Aren't these monsters before him just spirituality value?

An indescribable heat welled up in his heart; Chu Xuan shifted from a fast walk to a rapid dash.

This scene seemed to enrage the monsters ahead. They all stopped slamming against the crystal wall and turned, roaring as they lunged toward Chu Xuan, their faces hideous and acting like madmen.

Just before they collided, Chu Xuan suddenly leaped over two meters high, his knee slamming into the face of the first person like a heavy cannon.

Bang!

The person's facial bones shattered and caved in instantly. He fell backward, knocking over the two people behind him as well.

One person on each side reached out to grab him, but Chu Xuan used his momentum to charge forward, dodging the reaching arms while swinging his long sword horizontally, sending the head of the person to his front-left flying.

[You have slain an Eerie Clone. Your spirituality value +20.]

[Current spirituality value: 20 (Exchangeable)]

Having succeeded with one strike, Chu Xuan did not get greedy. His combat awareness as a Fighting Expert made him deeply understand that it was best not to get trapped in a crowd.

Setting aside how these people were unafraid of death, if he went deep into the crowd and encountered an Eerie Clone that wasn't touched by the light, it would be big trouble.

Ducking and retreating to avoid the many grabbing hands again, Chu Xuan swung his sword in horizontal slashes to the left and right as he stood up, sending two arms flying. As he stepped back again, another head soared into the air.

[You have slain an Eerie Clone. Your spirituality value +20.]

[Current spirituality value: 40 (Exchangeable)]

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone pouncing from the left. Before they could land, Chu Xuan kicked them back, sending them crashing into the crowd.

"Argh!"

Someone charged from the right, letting the eight-sided han sword pierce their stomach just to grab Chu Xuan's sword-wielding right hand tightly, then bit down hard on his arm while letting out a savage low growl.

At the same time, another person rushed from the front-left, grabbing the wooden pole of the long-handled fluorescent lamp in Chu Xuan's left hand. With a crack, it snapped, and they lunged the sharp broken end toward Chu Xuan's eye.

Chu Xuan's eyes flashed coldly. Moving second but striking first, the remaining half of the mop handle in his hand plunged into the opponent's eye socket with a squelch. The force was so great that it pierced through the back of the skull, bringing out a spray of red and white matter.

Immediately after, Chu Xuan gripped his sword with both hands and used brute force to push the person in front of him into the crowd. While knocking down several people in a row, he also broke free from the pulling and tearing of those on his sides.

"Die!"

Chu Xuan growled through gritted teeth, channeling all his strength into his arms for a sudden horizontal cut. Half the waist of the person in front of him was sliced open, and their intestines spilled all over the ground in an instant.

The opponent still gripped Chu Xuan's right hand tightly, but their strength was incomparable to Chu Xuan's to begin with, and now, severely wounded, their power plummeted.

After forcibly breaking free, Chu Xuan pinned the opponent's head down, pressed the blade against their neck, and exerted sudden force. With a hiss, the entire head was sliced clean off.

[You have slain an Eerie Clone. Your spirituality value +20.]

[Current spirituality value: 60 (Exchangeable)]

Another swing of the sword!

The person with the mop handle still stuck in their eye socket had half their head sliced off horizontally, dying on the spot.

[You have slain an Eerie Clone. Your spirituality value +20.]

[Current spirituality value: 80 (Exchangeable)]

Glancing at the homemade fluorescent lamp lying on the ground with only half a wooden pole left, Chu Xuan didn't pick it up. Instead, he gripped the sword with both hands, spun on the spot, and delivered a sudden Sweeping Strike.

Two more people were sliced in half at the waist!

Eerily, though only half-bodies remained and they looked to be at death's door, they still growled and reached out toward Chu Xuan from afar, only to be trampled by the crowd rushing up from behind in an instant.

Chu Xuan followed through with a Vertical Strike, splitting a newly lunging attacker in half from head to toe.

[You have slain an Eerie Clone. Your spirituality value +20.]

[Current spirituality value: 100 (Exchangeable)]

If it were just a one-on-one against an Eerie Clone in human form, even if it were Berserk, Chu Xuan could kill it in one strike. Two would be easy, and even three wouldn't take much effort, but more than three would be quite taxing.

The key was that these Eerie Clones were completely unafraid of ordinary fatal injuries, and their resistance to pain was far beyond that of normal people; one had to cut off their heads to ensure a kill.

Otherwise, Chu Xuan felt that with a sword in hand, he could take on a hundred.

Even so, in just one encounter lasting less than ten seconds, Chu Xuan had already slain five Eerie Clones in succession.

However, blood began to gush from his wounds again, and the System repeatedly flashed notifications of decreasing health. He had no choice but to aim for a quick resolution, enduring the tearing pain and holding his breath as he continued to swing his sword.

Fortunately, Tang Zheng and Chen Yinghao also rushed forward with their blades, sharing a significant amount of the pressure for Chu Xuan.

Only then did Chu Xuan take a heavy breath and divert some attention to the System page.

The System had a new prompt:

[Your spirituality value has reached 100. Do you wish to consume 100 spirituality value to increase your personal Rank? Current Rank: LV1. (Note: Increasing your Rank allows you to break through attribute caps and continue adding points.)]

Chu Xuan's eyes flickered.

—Can I only continue adding points? Are there no other improvements? For example, a qualitative change in certain physical attributes, or obtaining Transcendent Skills?

[Do you wish to consume 100 spirituality value to unlock the Q&A permission?]

—No!

Chu Xuan's expression was grim.

These System prompts likely weren't without purpose; raising his Rank probably only allowed for more point allocation.

At this critical moment, he had to ensure that his use of spirituality value immediately increased his strength, so it was impossible to spend 100 points on a level up, let alone unlock some Q&A permission.

Chu Xuan decisively exchanged all 100 spirituality value points for skill points. Combined with the 2 remaining skill points, he now had 12.

—Go all-in again on Basic Swordsmanship!

[You have used 4 skill points. Your Basic Swordsmanship Rank has increased to LV4 (Expert).]

[You have used 8 skill points. Your Basic Swordsmanship Rank has increased to LVMAX (Perfect).]

[Remaining Skill Points: 0]

In that moment, Chu Xuan felt as if he had attained clarity. It was as if the sword had completely integrated into every aspect of his life. His skill was consummate, possessing its own unique understanding, and its application was seamless, without a single flaw.

Was this still Basic Swordsmanship?

Chu Xuan felt he could already establish his own sect.

Even the Tai Chi Sword, Qingping Sword, competitive fencing, international tournament fencing, or even the sword Moves from conventional Wuxia films that had been artistically edited—as Chu Xuan's mind subconsciously flickered through fragments of these memories, he perceived all sorts of flaws and inadequacies, feeling that they were "just so-so."

Just then, the blade in Tang Zheng's hand suddenly snapped, and Chen Yinghao's Xiuchun saber had also become chipped; it got stuck in someone's head and couldn't be pulled out immediately, and he was tackled to the ground in an instant.