“Wu Yu, a man without a past. Although I have offended you slightly, I must come to see you today, otherwise I may not be able to see you next time.” The Sword Saint spoke politely, and he seemed to feel a little guilty.

"Brother, I've already enrolled. Where else can I go if I don't stay in the capital?" Wu Yu felt helpless. However, judging from the other party's tone, he must have investigated him. But why would a Sword Saint investigate him?

"I am truly honored by your high regard, Sword Saint. But you need not stand on ceremony. Just say what you have to say." Wu Yu was too lazy to play mind games with someone who was much stronger than him. As long as his bottom line was not crossed, he would agree to whatever request you made. If it went too far, then he would have no choice but to part ways.

"Although I'm not some kind of all-powerful figure, the only people I can't get to the bottom of are those three organizations. Could you tell me which organization you belong to: [Apocalypse Society], [Outer God Alliance], or [Guardians]?" The Sword Saint cut straight to the point this time.

"I don't belong to any organization, I'm a transmigrator!" Wu Yu shouted proudly in his heart. If he were stronger than the other party, he really wanted to slap the answer in the other party's face and then enjoy the Sword Saint's astonished expression after his wrong guess.

Unfortunately, he was clearly weaker than his opponent, so Wu Yu could only pretend to be stupid and say, "What are you talking about? I've never heard of this before?"

"Refusing to answer? That's understandable. If it were that easy to get an answer, I wouldn't have remained empty-handed for so many years." The Sword Saint frowned, speaking with regret.

So you really were just going to ask a question? I thought you were going to get physical!

After hearing the Sword Saint's words, Wu Yu's anxiety finally subsided a little. He had almost brought up Phillis as a backer, but who knew the Sword Saint would be so simple and honest.

"Wu Yu, your style of doing things is too high-profile. Slaying a dragon is not a difficult thing for you, but why do you have to publicize it so much? Wu Yu, the dragon slayer, your name will soon spread throughout the empire. Is there some kind of conspiracy?" the Sword Saint continued to ask. He really was just asking.

"Would you believe me if I said I just happened to be passing by and then got blamed?" Wu Yu felt utterly helpless.

Unless he revealed his identity as a transmigrator, he probably wouldn't be able to shake off his identity as a member of one of the three major organizations. Although he was quite scared, Wu Yu could only force himself to say, "No comment."

"It's always like this. You're always so high and mighty, thinking you can control the fate of all living beings. But I warn you, don't act recklessly in front of me. If you do anything to harm the empire, ask the sword in my hand if it will allow it before you act," the Sword Saint said angrily. This time, he didn't just talk the talk.

As the Sword Saint's eyes widened, Wu Yu felt an overwhelming sword intent crashing down like a giant wave.

But Wu Yu is no ordinary person. His "Gaze Kill" technique pushes his resilience to the extreme. He remains unmoved even when Mount Tai collapses before him. If you use epic-level pressure, he might not be able to withstand it. But if you try to make him surrender with sword intent, Wu Yu can only tell the Sword Saint, "Wait until your next life."

As fellow swordsmen, Wu Yu could sense the extreme sharpness in the other's sword intent—a sharpness capable of severing all things under heaven.

The sharpness that was previously hidden in the Sword Saint was not easily noticed, but now the Sword Saint's gaze was like a sword. Wu Yu only heard a sound of air being cut, and when he realized it, a few strands of black hair had already fallen from his hair.

"So, because it doesn't cause any actual damage, it didn't trigger [Evasion]?" Wu Yu wondered to himself.

"You're quite good." The Sword Saint withdrew his sword intent and said appreciatively, "Since I advanced to the seventh-tier legendary level, there is no one in the world who can compete with me in swordsmanship. Although you are only passively enduring my sword intent, I can see that you still have strength to spare."

"So what? What else are you planning to do?" Wu Yu was getting a little impatient. Although his impatience was useless, he still had to convey his emotions.

"Let's have a match. The old man said I'm invincible among men, but I know that doesn't include you. I want to see just how big the gap is between me and you." The Sword Saint finally revealed the true purpose of his trip.

"I'm only at the first level, I definitely can't beat you," Wu Yu said honestly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Is there some reason why you can't use your true strength?" The Sword Saint had anticipated this. "Didn't you say in the Adventurers' Guild's records that your swordsmanship is unparalleled? Then let's just compete in swordsmanship today. Although skill is only one part of combat power, it can also explain a lot. If I lose to you even in my most proud area, then there's no need for us to compete in anything else."

"Great!" Wu Yu was delighted. He had wanted to have a match with the Sword Saint before, but he didn't expect him to offer himself up.

Wu Yu reached out and summoned the sword, which appeared in his hand.

The Sword Saint glanced at him and also took out an ordinary-looking iron sword from his hand.

"Are they not planning to take advantage of the equipment?" Wu Yu guessed.

He then said, "You go first."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint did not hesitate and thrust his sword straight forward.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

When the Sword Saint abandoned his powerful cultivation, his swordsmanship became mediocre.

In fact, sword intent is strictly speaking a rudimentary form of law, and it does not provide any substantial enhancement to swordsmanship.

However, it was this simple and unadorned sword strike that made Wu Yu frown.

[Seeing through] has already begun.

The Sword Saint's speed seemed like a tortoise's pace to him, but his mind was still calculating.

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