King of Assassins-Chapter 42 Cooperation

The Sword Dao is popular in the Alliance, from eighty-year-old elders to three-year-old children, all capable of practicing two swordsmanship styles.

However, real combat is very dangerous, and the vast majority of people have no chance to participate in real combat in their lifetime.

The real combat mode on Battle Net closely approximates real fighting, except that Source Power cannot be used. Yet, by adjusting the physical data of the player’s controlled character, the character’s parameters can be nearly identical to the player’s body.

The ultra-high realism of the real combat mode fully satisfies the idea of ordinary people participating in real combat.

Including the training and combat of low-level swordsmen, the real combat mode can achieve the effect of actual combat.

Therefore, the real combat mode is also one of the most popular game modes on Battle Net.

Jiang Xuejun has always disliked Gao Xuan, so this opportunity is just right to give him a lesson.

Wei Zhenzhen was a bit surprised; Jiang Xuejun is a top swordsman at Mingjing University, and she doesn’t want Gao Xuan to be humiliated by Jiang Xuejun, so she hurriedly said, "Sister Jun, let’s just play games?"

Jiang Xuejun ignored Wei Zhenzhen, and she smiled at Gao Xuan, saying, "The real combat mode is just a game, you don’t have to be afraid, it won’t hurt you."

"After facing death and destruction, nothing in this universe can instill fear in me anymore. Xuejun, you think too much."

Gao Xuan looked at Jiang Xuejun with his digitally simulated eyes, his gaze clear and profound, with a brilliant smile on his face.

Gao Xuan could sense the inherent pride in Jiang Xuejun’s bones, to be honest, he actually didn’t care.

In the Interstellar Era, the noble class stands high above. To them, the common people are nothing but their gene pool. That’s all.

Jiang Xuejun looks down on his background, which is determined by her upbringing and class. It’s not that Jiang Xuejun is really arrogant and ignorant.

Wei Zhenzhen is the same. No matter how much she shouts about love, deep down, she’s condescending. It’s the class imprint on them both.

Gao Xuan wouldn’t look up to them, nor despise them. In his eyes, Wei Zhenzhen, Jiang Xuejun, all those high-class nobles, are no different from the common people.

When the wave of destruction comes, everyone, regardless of high or low status, will all turn to dust.

As a Reincarnator, he is unique, holding the Celestial Mandate, high above.

Gao Xuan even had some pity for Jiang Xuejun and the others, pitying their ignorance and obliviousness, pitying their arrogance.

Jiang Xuejun couldn’t understand Gao Xuan’s thoughts; she was just a bit annoyed by his attitude.

She was familiar with that attitude; when she was mischievous as a child, her father had that same expression.

Jiang Xuejun said to Gao Xuan, "Stop with the nonsense, let me see how high your Sword Skill really is!"

Gao Xuan’s admission was quite legendary; it was said that the school’s senior management admitted him directly. Rumors say that Gao Xuan saved the school’s research team in the White Dragon Mountains, which is why he was admitted exceptionally.

There were also rumors that Gao Xuan had extraordinary talent and high martial arts skills.

She wanted to see what Gao Xuan was capable of. If Gao Xuan was worthless, she’d kick him out immediately. She could even invalidate Gao Xuan’s admission notice.

It wasn’t that she was arrogant; in Mingjing City, she indeed had the power to decide Gao Xuan’s fate with a word.

Gao Xuan smiled and said, "I really enjoy in-depth, friendly, and enthusiastic exchanges. Just let me know when you’re ready."

Jiang Xuejun nodded, "I’ll send you the invitation link."

Jiang Xuejun had her own training dojo in the real combat zone for her daily training and dueling.

Because everything here was extremely realistic, the resources spent were much higher than ordinary game rooms. Such a personal training dojo was not cheap.

Gao Xuan clicked the link, and in a flash, the next moment, he found himself in a Sword Dojo.

The Sword Dojo’s hall was over two hundred square meters, with the floor covered in vine mats. Around were wooden figures, various cold weapons, various armors, etc.

Jiang Xuejun, wearing a snow-white Sword Robe, stood in the center of the hall, her dreadlocks all tied up, holding a four-foot longsword, exuding a cold and icy aura.

Wei Zhenzhen, seeing Jiang Xuejun’s serious appearance, was a bit worried and said to Gao Xuan, "Brother, be careful, Sister Jun’s swordsmanship is very strong. She’s one of the top five experts in the university."

Gao Xuan gave Wei Zhenzhen a carefree smile, "Are you with Jiang Xuejun?"

Wei Zhenzhen said without understanding, "Yes, Sister Jun is at my house."

"Hmm, then you can log off and prepare two packs of tissues."

"Hmm?" Wei Zhenzhen was even more confused.

"And prepare two cups of hot water."

"Ah?"

"Hot water can soothe all pain."

Gao Xuan spoke without regard for anyone, and Jiang Xuejun heard it all.

Jiang Xuejun sneered, having no interest in responding to such boring remarks.

The sword racks held various Sword Artifacts, Chinese style, Western style, short, long; almost every common Sword Artifact was there.

Gao Xuan chose a single-handed sword with a blade length of ninety centimeters and an overall length of 110 centimeters.

This length of single-handed sword was the most convenient for him, of course, against an opponent like Jiang Xuejun, he could easily defeat her barehanded.

Out of habit, he still chose the Sword Artifact most suitable for himself.

Gao Xuan changed into a black Sword Robe; the sense of ceremony was still important.

Jiang Xuejun, dressed in a white Sword Robe, lifted her sword to salute, and Gao Xuan returned the salute.

The Sword Dao competition is the most important sports event in the Alliance, with complete ceremonial rules.

The ceremonial rules are both a sign of respect for your opponent and for yourself, and, moreover, for the Sword Dao itself.

As the pinnacle of Martial Dao, the Sword Dao also possesses strong practical battle significance.

A Sword Dao expert is inevitably a Source Power expert, and once armed with Battle Armor, they can instantly become a powerful force.

The combat power of top powerhouses even far exceeds that of main battleships. It is precisely because of these powerhouses’ existence that humanity can resist the Alien Race and defend their homes.

It can be said that top powerhouses are the strongest pillars of human society.

Top powerhouses don’t appear out of thin air; they require a sufficient pool of talent and layers of ranks, which can continually cultivate top powerhouses.

In such a system, being a Swordsman has become a respected profession, and is even the only way out for the lower class of humanity.

Therefore, even wealthy heiresses like Jiang Xuejun are eager to practice Sword Skills, hoping to prove themselves in Sword Dao.

Even playful and capricious girls like Wei Zhenzhen have decent Swordsmanship.

In the long run, the Alliance’s policy is quite wise.

As long as humanity maintains a martial spirit, through sheer numbers and generations of cultivation, there is even a chance of nurturing Divine-level Powerhouses.

Unfortunately, the time left for humanity is running out.

On the contrary, the lurking Alien Race spotted an opportunity and used the Battle Net to take over the Sword Dao League, absorbing and converting human Sword Dao Spirit entirely into the foundation for Divine Enthronement.

Gao Xuan’s thoughts wandered from Jiang Xuejun to humanity’s extinction a century later, feeling full of emotion.

Jiang Xuejun noticed Gao Xuan seemed distracted, which was quite disrespectful for the competition. She said somewhat displeased, "Is there a problem?"

"No problem."

Gao Xuan said apologetically, "I was just thinking about issues concerning human survival, and got a bit distracted."

Gao Xuan was telling the truth, but Jiang Xuejun thought Gao Xuan was being pretentious.

She raised her sword with both hands, pointing it diagonally at Gao Xuan, "Sorry for interrupting your thoughts."

Jiang Xuejun coldly said, "After the match, you can continue your thinking. I believe this won’t take more than a few minutes."

In an official Sword Dao match, there are only five rounds, each round lasting three minutes.

Generally speaking, the outcome is decided within three rounds.

Because True Sword competitions are too dangerous. Often, a single mistake can end the battle.

When Jiang Xuejun competed with classmates, matches typically ended in one round.

Although Gao Xuan seemed somewhat skilled, he was from the rural areas and hadn’t received formal Sword Dao training. The difference with her was too great.

Jiang Xuejun started learning the sword at the age of three, undergoing complete training in the modern Sword Dao system, and was also guided by Sword Dao experts.

The modern Sword Dao, honed through countless trials, paired with powerful Light Computer simulations, has reached the pinnacle of Sword Skills.

Among equals, a Swordsman from a self-taught background would have lost from the moment they hold the sword.

Zhenzhen stared wide-eyed, a bit nervous; she really didn’t want Gao Xuan to make a fool of himself, but she couldn’t dissuade him.

"Please."

Jiang Xuejun reminded Gao Xuan, then stepped forward to thrust straight.

Her arm span wasn’t much shorter than Gao Xuan’s, but her sword was longer. By actively stepping in to thrust, she had already played to the advantage of her longsword.

No matter how Gao Xuan responded, she seized the initiative.

The four-foot longsword, like a beam of flowing light, suddenly flashed before Gao Xuan.

Gao Xuan sidestepped to evade, simultaneously raising his sword to block.

Jiang Xuejun’s elbow retracted; her longsword, like autumn water, instantly bypassed Gao Xuan’s longsword, stabbing directly toward his neck.

This change was very simple but worked for its speed and cleanness. With a single retreat and advance, her sword edge circumvented Gao Xuan’s defense.

Jiang Xuejun’s sword aimed to pierce through Gao Xuan’s neck, but Gao Xuan twisted his wrist, his longsword transforming into a silver-white Sword Wheel.

Jiang Xuejun’s thrusting longsword was brushed aside three fine degrees by the Sword Wheel, narrowly skimming past Gao Xuan’s throat.

Realizing something was wrong, Jiang Xuejun hastily tried to sweep Gao Xuan’s throat with a lateral sword, but Gao Xuan’s sword light, controlled like a wheel, abruptly contracted, and his longsword swiftly pierced into Jiang Xuejun’s throat.

Stunned, Jiang Xuejun’s eyes filled with astonishment as she transformed into a cluster of white light and dissipated.

Gao Xuan caught a glimpse of Jiang Xuejun’s slightly parted mouth, and instinctively a thought popped into his head: That mouth shape is fantastic, I’d love to match it!