in the edge

Chapter 562: Dragons Have Their Highs and Lows
"What are you?"

Facing the young constable's shout, the swordsman Meng Hu frowned.

Although the figure of the young constable looked a little blurry under the cover of night, Swordsman Meng Hu could still tell that this was indeed an unfamiliar constable - a constable rather than a head constable. The difference between the two was huge. After all, Swordsman Meng Hu had also heard of the reputation of the tiger-killing hero in the town.

Of course, even the so-called tiger-fighting hero is nothing more than an ant that can be crushed to death with ease to him now.

However, there are also differences among ants.

If it was a slightly stronger ant, swordsman Meng Hu might have taken a closer look. After all, Captain Du had made a name for himself, and he could use him to test the results of his own practice. But if it was this constable, swordsman Meng Hu would only feel insulted.

A mere constable, is he worthy of appearing in front of him? Is he worthy of talking nonsense to him?

"never mind."

Shaking his head, the swordsman Meng Hu swung out his sword again.

The sword energy tore apart the tables, chairs, and benches in front of it, tore apart the solid wooden doors and walls, and even tore apart the mud and blue bricks on the ground along the way. Nothing could stop this unmatched sword.

But this winning blow, this sure-kill blow, still pierced through the constable's body.

It was as if this fierce knife blow was just a breeze blowing across clothes.

"……Um?"

The swordsman Meng Hu was stunned.

If this happened once, it might be a coincidence or he might have misjudged it, but now that it happened twice in a row, there was absolutely no way he could have been wrong - it didn't make sense, it didn't make sense at all. You know, he had used his knife to kill so many people before, so why did it fail to work on this young constable?

"You kid..."

Sensing something was wrong, the swordsman Meng Hu rushed forward to find out what was going on.

It was at this time that he heard the trembling little constable muttering something.

"It's all fake, it's all a trick, it's all a hoax, it's all a lie..."

The trembling young constable muttered to himself. Looking at his trembling appearance, it seemed that he had never fought anyone, and he might not even have killed a chicken.

But such a weak, ant-like character actually managed to withstand two attacks.

The invincible blade, at this moment, became just as the young constable had said, a false thing, a deceptive lie, a sleight of hand, and even as ridiculous as a magic trick.

"you……"

The swordsman Meng Hu frowned.

Vaguely, he had already sensed something.

"This is... the power of will!"

The swordsman Meng Hu's expression was stern.

Yes, this familiar smell, this unimaginable way of working, is exactly the same as what he did just now - but being exactly the same does not mean that there is no difference between the two. Right now, the power of this young constable is too weak, and his will is too weak. It is far from being firm enough to be called "Tao". He is just like a candle in the wind, about to fall.

But even if it is a candle in the wind, it is still a burning flame.

No matter how weak the will is, it is still a will; no matter how weak the firmness is, it is still firmness. Even if it is just a grain of stone, its hardness is almost the same as that of a mountain.

And now, the hard stone dissolved his attack.

"Who taught you this?"

Thinking of this, the swordsman Meng Hu couldn't help but be shocked.

He remembered the slogan: Everyone is like a dragon.

Could it be that other evil spirit masters who participated in that operation have begun to pass on this power to others?
If this is true, and the young constable in front of him was really taught by a master of evil spirits he is familiar with, then it would not be a big deal for him to let this young constable go - although he himself wants to take action, he will still consider the face of others.

However, this young constable did not express the meaning of learning from his master at all.

Not only did the young constable not reveal his master, but he continued to draw his sword and pointed it at him. The way his hands were holding the one-handed sword looked more like he was cheering himself up than holding the sword.

With such a ridiculous posture, the young detective raised his head again.

"You bold thief! Why don't you surrender?"

"……what?"

The swordsman Meng Hu narrowed his eyes.

He really wanted to let the young constable go just now, but now that the young constable was looking for death, he couldn't be blamed.

Yes, this little detective may have mastered a higher level of power under someone's guidance, but so what? The slogan "Everyone is like a dragon" sounds good, but the question is, does this kid really think of himself as a dragon?

"What do you think you are?"

The swordsman Meng Hu once again raised his nine-ring broadsword.

Even if you have mastered a higher level, so what? Even if you have seen a wider sky, so what? Even if you shout "everyone is like a dragon" a thousand times, it cannot change the most fundamental fact.

That is, there are also differences in height among dragons.

Even though they both touched upon this unrivaled power, there was still a decisive gap between them. Not to mention that he had already mastered his own "Tao" first, just in terms of will itself, there was already a world of difference between them.

On one side is a battle-hardened master who could defeat a hundred enemies alone even before he attained enlightenment. On the other side is a so-called constable who has never killed a chicken and has never even touched a knife properly. Is there really any comparison between the two?

In fact, even if we put aside the will itself, there is a huge difference between the two sides in terms of the power they possess. He already has evil spirit as the most ferocious means, and now he has mastered the application of mental strength. Although he has not yet been affected by the power of incense and vows, he has already figured out some ways to deal with it.

On the other hand, this little constable has no evil spirit, no visible mental strength, not to mention any incense and vows. He has nothing but a broken iron knife. Even if he has glimpsed the way forward, what can he do?

Maybe they are indeed on the same path, but their starting points are really far apart.

"Everyone is like a dragon... Ha, everyone is like a dragon!"

Thinking of this, the swordsman Meng Hu couldn't help but sneer.

Everyone is like a dragon? How is this possible?

This kind of thing is simply impossible to exist, simply because people have shown differences since birth: the strong ones can use their strength to bully the weak, the smart ones can use their wisdom to play with the stupid ones, the ones who run fast can walk those who run slowly like dogs, and those who jump far can grab those who can't jump far.

This is the gap, an innate gap.

Even if everyone has a glimpse of the further prospects, there will always be some people who will stand out before others.

For example, the swordsman Meng Hu felt that he would be one step ahead of others, and he indeed did it. He dared to say that he was definitely one of the first people to comprehend the "Tao" - being one step ahead of others widened the gap. Coupled with the differences in talents between people, this gap would only widen.

If you fall behind by one step, you will fall behind step by step and forever.

"This is the true meaning of killing."

At this moment, swordsman Meng Hu suddenly realized something again. The so-called killing is never for the sake of bloodshed, or rather, it is not just for the sake of bloodshed. The seemingly bloody killing is actually a more simple behavior, a concrete manifestation of the principles of all things, and it is something that has never disappeared since ancient times.

This principle is the most primitive and basic: the strong eliminate the weak.

The world is cruel, only the strong can survive, and the weak will definitely be eliminated, either by the world itself or by the strong - just like now, a mere weakling dares to stand in front of him and yell at him, which is a manifestation of lack of wisdom. Only by letting such weaklings die and being eliminated can the strong continue to be strong, and the human race will continue to maintain its strength.

“I am practicing the principles of heaven!”

The swordsman Meng Hu closed his eyes, feeling the barely perceptible pulse.

Yes, after realizing this level of experience, he became stronger than before.

This is also why he feels that he is one step ahead of others, simply because he really has a different kind of talent.

"Maybe I should thank you."

Thinking of this, the swordsman Meng Hu opened his eyes and looked at the young constable in front of him.

"If you hadn't appeared, I might not have thought of this. I still wouldn't have thought that the way of killing could have such changes... Well, as a thank you, I will make your death less painful."

Having said this, the swordsman Meng Hu swung his sword once again.

This time it was no longer about sword energy or sword light, but because the distance between the two was too close - and this was what the swordsman Meng Hu wanted. This time he was going to use the blade itself to directly chop the little constable in front of him in half.

This is the most direct will, the cruelest elimination, and at the same time, the deepest kindness in his heart.

After all, he had just said that he wanted the young constable to die without pain.

So, just one cut...

"--clang."

The unrivaled nine-ring broadsword was blocked.

He was blocked by an iron knife.

"...?"

The swordsman Meng Hu widened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Are you... kidding?"

Swordsman Meng Hu suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.

It doesn't make sense. This kind of thing makes absolutely no sense. You have to know that even when he hadn't attained enlightenment, even when he was still a master of evil spirits... no, even when he wasn't a master of evil spirits, when he was just an ordinary martial artist, he could easily split the broken iron knife in front of him and the little constable behind him into two halves by swinging the heavy nine-ring broadsword like this.

And now, he is not only a master of evil spirits, he has even realized his own "Tao". How could this unrivaled sword, this fatal "blade of elimination", be... how could it be blocked?

"How can you stop it?"

Doubts filled his mind, and the swordsman Meng Hu even asked out loud subconsciously.

"How could you possibly stop it? How could you possibly stop it?"

"Block, isn't it normal to block it?"

The young detective also looked frightened and even answered subconsciously.

"Iron blocks iron. Isn't that normal?"

"you……"

The swordsman Meng Hu's mind became increasingly confused.

It seems to be true. Knives are made of steel, so steel can block steel. This kind of thing is indeed...

Bullshit indeed!
How could his sword be blocked! How could his nine-ring broadsword be blocked! And it was normal... How could this be normal!

"What did you do!"

Swordsman Meng Hu felt more and more that something was wrong. His intuition had already detected the uneasiness hidden deep in his heart - it was because everything at the moment seemed too normal, even so normal that it was almost common sense, so it seemed even more abnormal.

You know, the power he possesses is beyond common sense. Power beyond common sense should have shattered the so-called common sense.

But now...is this normal?
“What is normal and what is abnormal?”

For a moment, the swordsman Meng Hu’s brain was no longer enough.

"What is normal? What is abnormal? What is normal? What is abnormal? What is... No, that's not right, that's not right. Maybe there has never been anything normal, or maybe there has never been anything abnormal!"

Taking a deep breath, the swordsman Meng Hu, with a flushed face, swung his sword again.

"Kill you! I'm the most normal one..."

Poof——

Just when the blade had not yet fallen, the swordsman Meng Hu suddenly heard the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh.

The sound came from his own throat. The young constable in front of him was still lying limp on the ground, but he did not know when a short crossbow appeared in his hand.

There was nothing on the short crossbow.

The wooden crossbow arrow that was supposed to be on the short crossbow was now stuck in the throat of the swordsman Meng Hu.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho..."

The swordsman Meng Hu was gasping for breath, blood had already poured into his lungs. At this moment, he could no longer utter any words, and even breathing was a luxury for him.

It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this.

He had clearly mastered a power beyond common sense, he had clearly mastered the path to immortality, he should have been like the old man with red hair and beard, he would not die even if he was cut into pieces, how could a short crossbow arrow make him...

But if a crossbow arrow is stuck in the throat, the person will die, and this is normal.

It is indeed difficult for a knife to defeat a crossbow. Even within three steps, no matter how fast the knife is, the crossbow can still be as fast and accurate.

This also means that it is normal for him to die here.

"No, this is not normal..."

Using up his last bit of strength, swordsman Meng Hu raised his head and reached out to grab something in mid-air.

This is not normal, absolutely not normal. What is abnormal is not just the young constable in front of him, and not just his death.

At the end of his life, the swordsman Meng Hu had already noticed it.

The whole town is not normal.

(End of this chapter)