Chapter 705 – The Desire of a Metal Blade (II) (1/2)

Chapter 705 – The Desire of a Metal Blade (II)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The Tang Second Master had a handsome face.

But when he made one of his habitually noiseless laughs, his face always seemed exaggerated and comical.

Wang Po did not like this way of laughing as he found it like a veil, concealing many emotions.

Many years ago, when he first went to Wenshui and met the Second Master at the Tang clan's ancestral shrine, he instantly disliked him.

At the time, the Tang Second Master saw the shabbily dressed Wang Po, slightly rolled his eyes, and noiselessly laughed. He looked at Wang Po like he was some stray dog on the road or some destitute relative taking shelter from the rain under a fence.

At the time, Wang Po saw his face and developed an intense impulse, a desire.

He wanted to wave the metal blade in his hand and smash the Tang Second Master's laughing face into pieces.

However, out of respect for the Tang Old Master, out of respect for his job as an accountant, he did not carry out this desire.

Thus, this desire remained at the bottom of his heart, yet even after many years, it did not weaken in the slightest.

This state persisted until today, when he saw the Tang Second Master walk out of the tea house and that handsome face once more make that shameless and voiceless laugh. Wang Po could no longer suppress this impulse.

Kindness was truly as weighty as a mountain, but his blade had hungered and thirsted for far too long.

Thus, he had waved his metal blade.

In Wenshui, when they were all still young, he was unable to smash apart the Tang Second Master's sneering smile. That was because he did not want to, because he was enduring.

Now, he no longer wanted to endure, he wanted to smash, so he naturally smashed.

It was truly difficult to trace the Tang clan's secret movement technique, the Myriad Golden Leaves. It was an extremely profound technique, but it was nothing in Wang Po's eyes.

On his second month in Wenshui, the Tang Second Master had gone to the accounting house and personally taught him this movement technique.

He did not need to unsheathe his blade. With his blade still in its sheath, he could still beat the Tang Second Master until he couldn't speak.

The Tang Second Master sat in the snow, his face covered in blood, his eyes burning with an indescribable loathing.

”My Tang clan wants to preserve your life…since you don't care and want to court death, go die then.”

Wang Po had stood up, gripped his blade, and had even struck him. This naturally meant that he had refused the Wenshui Tang clan's request.

He wanted to kill Zhou Tong together with Chen Changsheng, so he had to fight a proper battle with Tie Shu.

”It hasn't even begun; how can you call it courting death?”

Wang Po looked at the Tang Second Master and said, ”This is an aspect where you don't compare to me, Xun Mei, or Xiao Zhang.”

In the opening of this young generation of blooming wildflowers, several extraordinary names had been written.

Wang Po, Xun Mei, Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, Xiao De…

Very few people remembered that at the very beginning, there was also someone with the surname 'Tang' on this list.

”All of them are like you, never able to catch up to me, whether in talent or destiny. But none of them gave up—none of them stopped chasing after me.”

Wang Po's gaze rested on the end of the snowy street.

He knew that Xiao De was over there, and that Xiao Zhang might also appear.

Liang Wangsun had taken refuge in Xunyang City, and Xun Mei would no longer be able to appear.

”Cultivating the Dao and fighting are both the same: until the final moment is reached, success and failure cannot be decided. Ultimately, Xun Mei managed to catch up to me at the Mausoleum of Books. Xiao Zhang also still has a chance.”

Wang Po returned his gaze to the Tang Second Master as he continued, ”While you fought one match with me in Wenshui, felt that you would never be a match for me, and shifted to guessing at the human mind, studying how to scheme…that was an admission of defeat. From that moment on, you became trash, losing any hope of defeating me, becoming inferior to me for the rest of your life.”

The Tang Second Master had a vacant gaze, seeming slightly at a loss.

Wang Po's voice was very calm, carrying no sense of deliberate scorn. It was a voice of cool and objective judgment.

But anyone would feel a certain way upon hearing these words, a feeling that they were being looked down upon.

Because written all over these words was the word 'invincible'.

This was an expert.

Against those opponents who also enjoyed a famous reputation, perhaps Wang Po had a somewhat higher cultivation, but it was not enough to crush them.

Such opponents included Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun.

However, in a true fight, he had never once lost, and would often gain victory through a crushing momentum.

This was because in terms of demeanor, will, mentality, and understanding of himself and this world, he was too far above them.

Tie Shu felt admiration and regret as he watched Wang Po.

Talented people appeared out of the rivers and hills with each generation, each with their own works that would last for decades, but which of these experts would be able to establish such dominance over their peers, to possess such an imposing demeanor?

(TN: For the beginning of this line, see the translation note for chapter 100.)

And this wasn't even considering the fact that in these decades over which the young generation of blooming wildflowers persisted, countless cultivators overflowing with talent had surged out like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Yet Wang Po had relied on just his single blade to suppress these experts and geniuses until they found it hard to breathe, difficult to stand out.

No one else besides Zhou Dufu had been able to accomplish something similar.