Chapter 67 Belated Apology
“Shouyi, you don’t have to hold back, because this time… I won’t hold back either.”
"OK."
Almost at the moment when Bian Shou finished speaking, Zhao Lu's figure suddenly rushed towards him.
In terms of cultivation, Zhao Lu has reached the sixth level of Qi training stage after several enhancements of the Blood Pill Technique.
Although this level of cultivation is not as good as that of Bian Shouyi, who has reached the eighth level of Qi training.
But the gap between the two has also changed from the huge difference in the past to the point where they are within reach now.
Although the gap exists, it is not big anymore.
Zhao Lu held the sword with both hands and chopped down towards Bian Shou with great force.
Bian Shouyi was very familiar with this move, because Zhao Lu also used the Bian family's swordsmanship, the Zhengyi swordsmanship.
Therefore, Bian Shouyi chose to respond with the same sword technique.
Bang! The two black iron swords collided with each other, immediately creating a large amount of dust.
Afterwards, the two of them seemed to have no idea what dodging was, and every move they made was a most powerful head-on collision.
The aftermath of the battle spread, causing many pool tables around to collapse.
But the two of them seemed not to see it, both immersed in the purest swordsmanship duel.
After fighting for about ten times, Zhao Lu's breathing gradually became disordered.
He seemed to know that he would lose if he continued like this, and immediately prepared to take out the trump card he had practiced for a long time.
Zhao Lu sheathed his sword and lowered his body.
He displayed the most basic sword stance in the Zhengyi sword technique.
"Shouyi, actually, since I entered No. 3 Middle School, I have been thinking about how I can beat you once."
"Then I figured it out. If I were to use the complete Zhengyi sword technique, I would never be able to surpass you even if I practiced for a hundred years."
"But if I rashly learn other sword techniques, I won't be able to achieve much with my talent."
"In that case, I might as well not practice all the Zhengyi sword techniques, but just practice the simplest one among them."
"Because only in this way can I catch up with you in this sword, or even surpass you."
"And for this day...I have been waiting for three whole years!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black iron sword in Zhao Lu's hand was unsheathed.
Bang! The sword that had been sharpened for three years suddenly burst out with astonishing power.
The terrifying force even made the concrete ground under Zhao Lu's feet unable to bear it, and a large number of cracks appeared.
When Bian Shouyi saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Because this was the second time he felt pressure in swordsmanship from other people of his age after meeting Lu Chen in the mock exam.
At that moment, the sword that Zhao Lu had spent three years of hard work to hone made even Bian Shouyi amazed.
If we say that the essence of Zhengyi swordsmanship is an extremely powerful swordsmanship.
Zhao Lu further strengthened this feature on this basis.
Because this strike of his left no room for retreat! It was as if he only needed this strike and didn't need to consider anything else.
Looking at Zhao Lu's amazing aura like a beast out of a cage, Bian Shouyi did not choose to retreat, but faced him head-on.
Boom! After a loud noise, half of Zhao Lu's sword was embedded in Bian Shouyi's shoulder.
Zhao Lu looked at Bian Shouyi, whose shoulder was stained red, put away his sword, and said in a complicated tone: "Why don't you hide?"
Bian Shouyi calmly replied: "Why do you want to hide?"
Zhao Lu was silent.
He knew that with Bian Shouyi's understanding of the Zhengyi sword technique, even if he had practiced this sword to perfection.
In fact, Bian Shouyi didn't need to take the sword head-on, because his sword was not fast.
But Bian Shouyi chose to confront the sword head-on, which resulted in him losing by half a move.
"I lost."
Almost at the same time, the two spoke in unison.
The two looked at each other, both stunned.
Zhao Lu looked at him and said helplessly: "Shouyi, if you lose, you lose. You don't have to consider my face."
"In the end, I still couldn't beat you..."
But Bian Shouyi seriously retorted: "No, it was indeed me who lost, because you held back."
Zhao Lu was stunned for a moment, then said nonchalantly: "If you don't hold back, your hand will be gone."
"I'm already dead, there's no need to drag you down with me."
"Okay Shouyi, I'm very happy that you came to see me today. I have no regrets and it's time to atone for the mistakes I made before."
Having said that, Zhao Lu was ready to walk out of the billiard hall and go outside to find the Los Angeles law enforcement team to surrender.
"Wait a moment."
Zhao Lu turned his head in confusion and saw Bian Shouyi dragging his injured body out of the game room and placing the plastic bag on a relatively intact billiard table next to him.
As the plastic bag was opened, a packaged birthday cake and a small yellowed note appeared in front of Zhao Lu.
Looking at these two things, Zhao Lu stood there in a daze.
Bian Shouyi walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said calmly: "Although it's a little late, but... happy birthday."
After saying that, Bian Shouyi held his shoulder and walked out of the billiard hall alone, leaving Zhao Lu alone here.
When Bian Shouyi came outside, he saw several members of the Los Angeles law enforcement team in uniform.
The leader among them was Mu Xiaoye's father.
Looking at them, Bian Shouyi thought for a moment and said, "Give him some time. Don't worry, he won't run away."
Everyone in the law enforcement team thought for a moment, and finally it was Father Mu who made the decision.
"Three minutes. I'll only give him three minutes."
"good."
Bian Shou nodded and walked straight to the car that his father had sent to follow him secretly.
In the billiard hall, Zhao Lu looked at the cake on the table and immediately picked up the note next to it.
[Son, I put the cake in the refrigerator. If you come back, remember to eat it. You don’t have to wait for mom, because the cake will not taste good after it expires. Be good.]
Zhao Lu looked at the crooked handwriting on the note, as if he saw his mother writing clumsily on the note with a look of anxiety and worry on her face.
Tick-tock, tick-tock…
At this moment, Zhao Lu felt as if something was stuck in his throat. He had a lot to say, but he couldn't.
Then he opened the box of cake, and without using anything, he just grabbed pieces of it with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth.
It seemed that as long as this was done, the thing stuck in the throat could be pushed down.
Regret, endless regret.
Zhao Lu not only regretted that he shouldn't have hidden himself out of fear and thus missed the last sight of his mother.
I also regret that he should not have gone astray and fallen into depravity.
Even if his life is destined to be a supporting role, in the eyes of some people... he has always been the undisputed protagonist.
And it was only at this moment that he understood.
It turns out that the real sadness is never the moment of parting.
Instead, I saw the cake in the refrigerator, the note left on the table, and... the text message that had never been replied to.
Zhao Lu cried silently while eating the small cake like crazy.
It was as if he wanted to swallow the cake and the box together.
But the cake...will always be eaten up.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Zhao Lu looked at the empty cake box. Regardless of the cream on his hands, he grabbed his hair tightly and knelt on the ground.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Mom... I was wrong... I was really wrong..."
"I won't make you angry again... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."
Being a little willful will only hurt those who really care about you.
Because other people won't care if you are wronged.
When you look at others standing in the light with envy, the light in some people's eyes... is only you.
PS: I originally just wanted to strengthen the villain a little bit, and casually lay the groundwork for the main plot of the second stage, but as I was writing, I found that I had written too much groundwork... Fat Tiger will pay attention to it later, and I am being pretentious...
(End of this chapter)
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