Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 46: Carrying the Coffin

More and more people gathered in the spacious memorial hall. Besides Yan Hao, there were a few other familiar faces.

"So it has come to this, after all."

Gong Shouzhuo sighed as he looked at the massive coffins behind the altar.

He had long anticipated such a situation. Challenging all the world’s sects was bound to result in bloodshed and gore, but Zhou Yuanjue had been far more ruthless than he had ever imagined.

In another corner of the hall, Luo Yongli, the chairman of the Tianji Group, sat in a wheelchair wearing sunglasses, his legs wrapped in bandages. Tall bodyguards surrounded him. No emotion could be read on his face, but the hand resting on his wheelchair seemed to be trembling slightly.

Suddenly, a commotion stirred the crowd, and the sound of hushed whispers came from outside the main entrance.

Everyone craned their necks to look out the club’s entrance, where a black sedan had stopped not far from the gate.

The car door opened. A beautiful, fair-skinned woman in casual clothes and sunglasses stepped out, along with a tall man in a loose-fitting Martial Arts Uniform.

"They’re here!"

Yan Hao muttered to himself.

SWISH!!

At the same time, the Tianji Sword Sect disciples kneeling in mourning clothes on either side of the hall shot to their feet. The disciples guarding the entrance and standing by the wreaths took up defensive stances, their sharp, hostile gazes fixed on the two figures emerging from the car.

The solemn scene instantly became tense, thick with killing intent.

Zhou Yuanjue’s gaze was calm. He paid no mind to the seemingly agitated Tianji Sword Sect disciples as he and Li Qingxuan walked step by step through the crowd, entering the club’s main doors under everyone’s watch.

After entering the memorial hall, Li Qingxuan discreetly stepped to the side, leaving Zhou Yuanjue standing alone in the center.

His gaze shifted to the center of the hall. Six coffins, black with gold patterns, stood behind the altar. On the altar itself was a large, black-and-white character for "Mourn," along with the memorial tablets of Zhao Zhengxuan and four other elders.

Before the altar, a tall man in mourning clothes knelt silently with his back to the crowd, a longsword resting across his lap.

The man seemed to sense Zhou Yuanjue’s gaze. He took the longsword from his lap, gripped it, and slowly rose to his feet, turning around.

His stern, resolute face showed neither joy nor sorrow. He watched Zhou Yuanjue opposite him, his expression betraying no anger or resentment.

Zhou Yuanjue couldn’t even sense any emotional fluctuations from the man.

"I don’t actually agree with what my master did, because I don’t believe I would have lost."

"However, since it has been done, and done for my sake, some consequences must be borne. That goes for you, and it goes for me."

"Regardless, he was my master. His kindness to me was as immense as a mountain. A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime. The grudge for a father’s murder is irreconcilable. I need to give him, and the entire Tianji Sword Sect, an accounting."

Huang Shuwen said calmly to Zhou Yuanjue, then glanced at a Tianji Sword Sect disciple beside him.

The disciple understood immediately. He waved a hand behind him, and several other disciples followed, together moving one of the six coffins from behind the altar to Huang Shuwen’s side.

THUD!!

The solid wood coffin hit the floor, making the ground tremble slightly.

Huang Shuwen placed his palm on the coffin lid and pushed down hard.

BOOM!!

The heavy lid was blasted open by the force of his palm, revealing the inside of the coffin.

It was completely empty.

"Today, only one of us will leave this memorial hall."

"I have a coffin ready. We’ll see if it’s for you or for me."

Huang Shuwen said calmly. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and violently drew the blade from its Sword Scabbard.

ZING!!

The blade hummed and trembled slightly, as if thirsting for blood.

All grievances, love, and hate would be wiped clean after this battle.

It would not only determine who was superior, but also who would live and who would die.

This was a battle with a coffin at stake.

Huang Shuwen was already prepared to die!

Seeing this, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly, shaken by the aura of a man so indifferent to life and death.

"Now, this is interesting."

Sensing his opponent’s unwavering, resolute will, Zhou Yuanjue couldn’t help but let a slight smile touch his lips.

’This is what I wanted. To cast everything aside, to forget life and death, all for the sake of defeating an opponent and conquering oneself.’

’Without that kind of resolve, how can one achieve sublimation in battle?’

’Huang Shuwen is a worthy opponent.’

After the smile faded, his expression gradually returned to calm. He drew his daggers from the sides of his Martial Arts Uniform, his eyes half-closed as he entered a state of "stillness."

The two faced off. The memorial hall fell completely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Who would live, who would die, and who was truly number one in Tianlu—it would all be decided in a moment.

Armed combat was nothing like Fist Technique. For a top-tier Boxer, the difference in lethality with and without a weapon was night and day. Any mistake could be fatal; life and death could be decided in an instant.

Neither man moved first, both searching for the right opportunity. Amid the standoff, Zhou Yuanjue keenly noticed that Huang Shuwen’s state seemed unusual.

In a battle on a knife’s edge, a Martial Artist had to be completely focused, constantly watching for the opponent’s slightest movement. At such a time, a Martial Artist’s pupils would normally be constricted.

However, Huang Shuwen’s condition was the exact opposite.

Not only were his pupils not constricting, they were gradually dilating.

He gave off no sense of intense concentration. Instead, he seemed to become lax, almost careless, and eventually even appeared somewhat dazed.

His consciousness seemed to have vanished completely, as if he had become a walking corpse.

’This state...’ 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Zhou Yuanjue’s brow furrowed sharply.

Huang Shuwen’s unfocused eyes swept aimlessly across the room before finally landing on Zhou Yuanjue, as if locking onto a target.

SWISH!!

With the longsword in hand, his figure suddenly blurred into motion at an incredible speed.

His footwork and movements didn’t look human at all; they were more like those of some kind of wild beast.

’Is this the Tianji Swordsmanship?’

Using that strange footwork, Huang Shuwen arrived in front of Zhou Yuanjue with extreme speed.

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword quivered and thrust out, like a white lotus blooming.

It looked beautiful and brilliant, but in Zhou Yuanjue’s eyes, it seemed to have no form or structure.

CLANG!!

Zhou Yuanjue easily caught the sword’s trajectory. He parried the strike with the dagger in his left hand while his right hand drove his other dagger straight toward Huang Shuwen’s neck.

Huang Shuwen’s eyes remained dilated and vacant, yet his movements were incredibly agile. At the exact moment Zhou Yuanjue thrusted, his body shifted slightly to the left.

The movement was fluid, without the slightest pause, as natural and effortless as a leisurely stroll.

What shocked Zhou Yuanjue even more was that in the instant he dodged, Huang Shuwen actually released his right-handed grip on the sword hilt!

The longsword was momentarily suspended in mid-air as Huang Shuwen stepped forward with his left foot, the sequence of movements utterly seamless.

His left hand smoothly caught the airborne hilt, and he thrust the longsword viciously toward Zhou Yuanjue’s heart.

’A mid-air hand switch?!!’

The onlookers from the Martial Arts Realm stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

This was a battle with weapons, where victory and defeat were decided in a flash. Losing one’s weapon was practically a death sentence.

What incredible confidence, what immense courage, what sublime Martial Arts Techniques must one possess to dare such a thing?!