Capítulo 1190: Chapter 867: I’m the Fourth Woman!
“A sword is but ordinary iron, it gains spirit through wielding, moves by the heart, lives by the blood, and dies without thought…”
In the alleys of the slum, Filly wielded a bamboo sword to deflect the blows from a vagrant’s wooden stick.
The slum was built this century, and at the ti it was the best district, mostly consisting of six-story buildings. However, it hasn’t been renovated in seventy or eighty years and missed the popularization of elevators. As the city center gradually shifted to other new districts, the wealthy moved away, and this area slowly beca a slum where the lower class rented.
There’s no property managent here, and illegal shed renovations are everywhere. Crossing wires hang with clothes, raised stone slabs burst forth with dirty water like traps when stepped on, the walls are covered with mottled, peeling mortar, and highly suspicious watermarks, while layers of crust are ford with a drunkard’s vomit and unidentified creature waste. If the sewer of that residential building burst, it would be a real festivity.
When the vagrant said he wanted to train in swordsmanship here, Filly was dumbfounded.
In her impression, training in swordsmanship should be done in a clean, orderly, and spacious dojo, wearing protective gear, and with a sense of ritual.
But considering the man was a penniless vagrant living outdoors, Filly didn’t expect such an environnt, yet riverbanks or spacious flat grounds in parks are free and open to the public!
But the vagrant quickly shut her down with a few words: “Are you preparing for a tournant or actual combat?”
“Flat ground? Are you going to sweep away the stones on the ground before combat?”
“Spacious? If you like wide and open moves, why not use a hamr or a battleaxe? Can you guarantee there will be no walls, trees, or other people beside you during combat? Are you going to abandon the sword and go bare-handed when it gets stuck?”
“Protection? I don’t mind you walking around in armor, as long as you don’t mind being seen as a fool.”
Though rude, it seed to make so sense, so Filly specially got a black raincoat that could hide her appearance—she was quite aware of her own appeal—and more importantly, she didn’t mind getting dirty, not worrying about muddy water splash.
As a result, for the past month, people in the slum have seen two crazy vagrants sparring in the alleys every day. Normal people wouldn’t dare engage with madn, and the hooligans who dared to cause trouble for madn ended up as Filly’s practice dummies. Eventually, everyone got used to it.
Snap!
The vagrant kicked half a paving stone into the air, and just as Filly shattered it with her bamboo sword, he suddenly threw his wooden stick and picked up a broom from beside him, hacking down in a two-handed greatsword stance!
Filly dodged the wooden stick only to see the broom striking down fiercely towards her right side, her shortest leverage area, making it almost impossible for most of her muscles to exert force. If she tried to block, the bamboo sword would surely slip from her hands!
“Ha!”
She yelled while retreating, swinging to slash at the broom! But her opponent was far stronger, with longer arms and better coordination in legs, waist, and shoulders—one raw force could break ten skills, making it impossible for her to successfully slash through. Instead, the force from the broom would travel through the bamboo sword to hurt her wrist!
But just before the bamboo sword touched the broom, the air compressed to its extre vibrated violently, cutting towards the broom like a wave!
Bang!
The broom was directly cut apart. Although the vagrant reacted quickly and retreated, the bamboo sword still rapidly closed in on his face.
“I won!” Filly retracted the bamboo sword, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, yet uncertain: “Did I win?”
“You did win.” The vagrant said, “But you only won once the entire month, not much to be proud of—”
“You two bastards broke my broom!?” A middle-aged woman burst from a nearby house, cursing as she stord over, and Filly and the vagrant quickly took off.
They ran to an abandoned construction site, not knowing whether it was halted or what, but no one was there. Filly sat on a steel beam, held her bamboo sword tightly, and eagerly asked, “I won! Have I learned all the swordsmanship you taught and graduated?”
Vosloda glanced at her, said nothing, plucked a branch from a nearby tree, and then cleaved a steel pipe in half with it.
Filly stared at the cut edge of the pipe, gaping in astonishnt. Vosloda calmly said, “Although you can now emit Sword Qi Waves in combat, you’re still far from the peak. Honestly, I’m disappointed because you initially had the potential to create Sword Qi Waves, yet it took you a month to use it in combat, making you the worst student I’ve ever taught.”
“Is this really sothing a person can do?” Filly tried to cut through a steel pipe, but at most she could leave a shallow mark on it. “Professor, you didn’t cheat, right? Do you have so kind of supernatural power?”
Vosloda’s eyebrow twitched as he retorted, “If you saw soone else unleash Sword Qi Waves a month ago, wouldn’t you also think they had supernatural power? Every skill, when perfected, is an unimaginable miracle in the eyes of others.”
Filly thought that made sense. When she started training, the professor told her, “Swinging a sword at the air can form Sword Qi Waves,” and she thought it was so kind of ga setting. But after a month of practice, she could now control the release of Sword Qi Waves herself; seemingly incredible, but actually very simple.
It’s like when you push the water surface, it creates outward ripples. Sword Qi Waves are simply the ripples created by the sword pushing through the air. From there, it’s straightforward: like how water surface ripples reaching a certain extent can beco a tsunami, Filly used a little skill to turn these air ripples into blades that can cut through anything.
Thinking of this, Filly stood up and bowed deeply to Vosloda, “Thank you, Professor!”
Although she had studied swordsmanship with the professor for a month, Filly didn’t know his na because he said his company’s warehouse was in Canaan City, and after his business went bankrupt, he was being chased by loan sharks, hence he couldn’t reveal his na. He also required Filly not to disclose his whereabouts, so Filly had to say she learned it in a swordsmanship class.
Canaan City was the location of the first Angel Hunt, and now the entire city was gone, and the company warehouse naturally turned into ruins. With reasons so in touch with current events, Filly couldn’t find any fault and thus called him Professor.
“Okay.” Vosloda said calmly, “Starting tomorrow, I’ll also use Sword Qi Waves of the sa level as yours. Be prepared.”
“Yes, Professor!” Filly nodded heavily, turned around, and took out her phone, mumbling to herself, “Should I tell him now? Or should I challenge him later? But if I beat him, will he be unhappy?”
Vosloda’s expression was very complicated because, during this month, he saw countless tis how much Filly missed her boyfriend. She even learned swordsmanship for him — she claid that his living environnt was very dangerous, so she learned swordsmanship to protect him.
Then, for five consecutive days, Vosloda broke the arms and legs of the hooligans in Canaan City who were considered part of the ‘dangerous living environnt’, but unfortunately, that guy wasn’t among them.
Filly kept her mouth tight and wouldn’t reveal any information about that guy, and though Vosloda had thought about tailing her, Filly used public transportation to leave, and he couldn’t use public transport — his disguised appearance couldn’t pass security checks.
But he absolutely couldn’t show his face. Vosloda knew that the Dazzling Star legends like them were the primary targets of other teams, so he discarded his original identity as soon as he entered the Kingdom of Allstars and hid in the slum area. And he wasn’t wrong, as a few days ago, n in black were seen asking around with pictures of him, the Night King, and the Pope. A brief interrogation revealed that soone in the underground world offered a bounty for them.
So Vosloda could only watch helplessly as Filly fell in love, and he couldn’t say anything.
In neither this world nor the other world did he have the right to sermonize.
“That guy can’t beat you.” Vosloda said lightly, “Unless he’s a saint… anyway, it’s impossible for an ordinary person to defeat soone who can master Sword Qi Waves like you. However, this world has so people with low self-esteem who will lose their temper when they find they’ve been surpassed, and even belittle others, so I suggest you go confront him right away to see what kind of person he is.”
“He’s definitely not like that.” Filly retorted without thinking, “After all, the sword—”
Although Filly clamd up imdiately, Vosloda keenly noticed sothing, “Sword what? Besides you, does that guy have another woman practicing swordsmanship around him?”
The little lamb thought for a mont, feeling she had beco quite familiar with the professor during this ti. Plus, the professor always gave her a sense of friendliness similar to Senior Demir, who she felt wouldn’t harm her. So she slightly opened up about her relationship troubles.
Yet, she still rembered to conceal Ash and their identities. Ash beca “Shosho,” the Sword Maiden beca “Swordy,” and the Witch beca “Momo.”
“Wait,” Vosloda quickly interrupted her, anxiously asking, “You an besides you, the official girlfriend, that guy also has a third and fourth lover?”
Filly was taken aback and suddenly realized that she had intentionally or unintentionally ignored a certain premise in her words due to her bias, so she lowered her head and said, “No, it’s not what you think…”
“Filly, I…” Vosloda awkwardly began, “I know as an older man I shouldn’t ddle in the lives of you young people, but I know you’re a good girl, and you deserve a better partner, not a trashy boyfriend picked from a garbage can!”
“It’s really not what you think!”
“Cheaters are the kind of scum who can’t control their lower half, and the third parties who stick to soone knowing they have a partner are even more shaless and despicable! And it’s not just one; he actually has two lovers, I really don’t know what those won are thinking, isn’t that disgusting—”
“I’m not his girlfriend, I was the last to co!” Filly shouted desperately, “I’m the third… fourth one!”
This directly stupefied Vosloda, he opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a word, looking around for help as if hoping so hooligans would jump out of the shadows to lighten the mood — but unfortunately, all the hooligans in the slum had their legs broken.
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