Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 305: One Sword Style

On the surface, Xu Xiangbei stood there, motionless, his eyes slightly closed, as if asleep.

But inside his meridians, Inner Strength was swiftly circulating, carefully listening to the opponent’s every move, breath, and heartbeat. The turbulent airflow caused by the wild wind outside the window, and the rustling sound of paper on the desk, all formed a three-dimensional space map in his mind.

Every subtle change was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, creating huge ripples in his mind.

The nighttime intruder, too, was bent over, hands resting on his waist, like a pine that had weathered storms for centuries, or a sculpture covered in moss.

The two stood motionless like this, the air in the study becoming anxious, filled with murderous intent, with undercurrents surging.

Outside the window, a sudden dazzling lightning bolt split the night sky.

In the flash of lightning, Xu Xiangbei realized that the thief in black was gripping the hilt of a saber at his waist tightly.

His heart suddenly became vigilant; the saber hilt in the thief’s grip was full-curved, likely an Eastern Samurai Saber.

This scene felt so familiar to Xu Xiangbei.

Lightning not only illuminated his vision but also awakened his memory.

This scenario had surfaced in his mind more than once.

Ever since he watched Xiao Ye Kazurou’s duel video, he had been imagining the scene of Xiao Ye Kazurou facing off against him.

At night, in the small grove, in his fantasy training, he imagined Xiao Ye Kazurou as his opponent, employing four Iron Gall to counter the extremely swift slash.

Imagination is imagination; truly facing such a mysterious and profound enemy was still a brand-new feeling.

A clap of thunder suddenly boomed beside them, startling their hearts.

A Samurai Saber, more fierce than lightning and gleaming with a frosty light, came slashing down with overwhelming killing intent.

In the dark, clang, clang, clang, the sound of metal clashing was unceasing, like someone skillfully playing an elegant ancient zither, the tones varying in pace, sometimes long, sometimes crisp, startling the soul.

In the dark study, the Samurai Saber and Iron Ball collided continuously, sparks flying like fireflies scattering all over the sky.

The opponent’s saber technique was too fast, and Xu Xiangbei wielded his Iron Gall so tightly that there wasn’t a gap, with one shake, two collisions, three bumps, and four strikes, attacking with all his might, any slight negligence was fatal.

Xu Xiangbei didn’t use his eyes to follow the opponent’s saber but listened with his ears, sensing with his heart.

Each wisp of saber wind, every deadly move, was resolutely blocked back by the Iron Gall.

The thief in black was the strongest enemy Xu Xiangbei had encountered, and the quickest, like a god of death, the saber light emitted shrouding Xu Xiangbei from all directions.

In the beginning, he struggled to hold on, feeling the opponent’s Samurai Saber hacking down like a storm.

He was already prepared.

Tonight, in the small grove, amidst the storm, he wasn’t drenched because the four Iron Galls were wielded so tightly, blocking the overwhelming wind and rain.

The black-dressed thief’s Samurai Saber was very similar to the storm in the grove.

He fully showcased the Four Flying Iron Galls techniques he trained for tonight, learning and applying them on the spot.

He felt his whole body boiling, with Inner Strength circulating intensely, fighting more smoothly, more delightedly, with many techniques of the Four Flying Iron Galls and launching angles being displayed for the first time, experiencing something new, and many doubts suddenly clearing up.

He gradually felt much of the pressure alleviated.

The release of pressure wasn’t due to the opponent being merciful or reducing their attack, on the contrary, the thief’s Samurai Saber danced more viciously and violently.

That was the result of Xu Xiangbei’s Four Flying Iron Galls techniques becoming more skillful and adept.

Xu Xiangbei suddenly realized that the opponent’s breathing had become rapid, occasionally letting out muffled sounds, like a long-suppressed volcano.

A hundred and nine strikes had been exchanged, and the opponent’s Samurai Saber repeated seven postures, returning to the initial angled chopping stance, with no change in angle or force.

Xu Xiangbei pulled a confident, wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.

He already had more than ten methods to bring him down, but he was reluctant to do so.

Having finally found a powerful opponent to spar with, if he took down the thief, he would be left training alone like a madman performing ballet in fantasies again.

Interactive training with another is more fun.

He fought with rising interest, while the thief grew more alarmed the longer they fought.

He had exhausted his mind to dig into everything about Ouyang Yude’s household, determined exactly what time Ouyang Yude slept, and when the study would be empty at night.

Taking advantage of tonight’s storm, he infiltrated the study through the window, intending to find what he sought, only to be confronted by a young man.

He wore military-grade night vision goggles, seeing clearly that this youth was at most in his early twenties, with half-open, half-closed eyes, like he was sleepwalking.

He thought a few throwing knives would easily take the youth’s life, but the sleepwalking youth easily evaded his knives.

With his experience, he was confident that as long as the youth charged at him, he could easily slash the youth’s throat with a single strike.

Yet something strange occurred.

As he prepared to unleash a fierce strike, the youth stood there quietly, unmoving, eyes half-open, half-closed, as if asleep, with an expression of a sarcastic smile, like Mr. Bean sleeping standing up.

This infuriated him, suppressing his inner rage, each passing moment felt unbearable.

Feeling that the youth indeed fell asleep, and at the explosive sound of thunder shaking the earth, he slashed with full force.

Seeing that it would strike down on the opponent’s hand, unless this youth’s arm was made of iron, this hand would surely be severed by him.

He sighed lightly at the thought of finally ending this annoying standoff, only to feel the Samurai Saber striking a hard object, making a clang, with a huge rebounding force numb his wrist.

If not for his superb Saber Technique and the quick dissipation of this powerful recoil, his Samurai Saber would almost slip out of hand.

Then, he felt gusts of wind roaring from all directions, countless Iron Balls seemed to fly over continuously.

He gritted his teeth, employing the Saber Technique to its utmost; this was the first time in his life he had executed his family’s Saber Technique entirely, confidently considering himself second in Saber Technique among his generation of family Samurai, with none daring to claim first.

However, all 72 moves of the family’s single-strike Saber Technique were used, still not a single hair of the youth was harmed.

As he was secretly anxious, the youth recited numbers like playing a game, one, two, three, four.

With a keen mind, he realized the opponent was toying with him like a monkey.

Growing more impatient and angry, finally unable to hold back, he lost control of his emotions and cursed aloud, "Damn you, who are you?"

Xu Xiangbei smirked wickedly, "Dare to curse, slap your mouth, number 4, jump."