From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 3 Performance Evaluation

Just as Fu Que charged close to Hu Liangyu, his waist knife slashing upwards, suddenly, a fierce wind howled, and through Hu Liangyu's calm gaze, a flash of cold light appeared before Fu Que's eyes.

In the black and white vision, the lines that make up Hu Liangyu are also simple line drawings like a child's doodle, but the ink is much clearer than the people or demons that Fu Que attacked before, especially his arms, where the black and white lines have already begun to show muscle outlines, which proves that Hu Liangyu's strength is far beyond what anyone could do before.

Hu Liangyu's knife struck first, deflecting Fu Que's waist knife while simultaneously slicing towards Fu Que's chin.

This parry was actually faster than Fu Que's diagonal slash using the momentum of his charge. Even in the sluggish reality of the world, Fu Que could only barely keep up.

As the blade approached, Fu Que's hair stood on end. He jerked to the side, barely dodging the arc of the blade, but several strands of his hair were severed by the upward-left arc.

Hu Liangyu seemed to have anticipated this. Without moving his body, his left arm suddenly shot out like a spring, leaving a blur in its wake. His five fingers clenched into a fist with the middle knuckle protruding, and he swiftly gripped Fu Que's Fengchi acupoint.

Fu Que, who turned to the side, seemed to be offering himself up to be beaten by Hu Liangyu. Although his True Vision saw through Hu Liangyu's intentions, his old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated. Fu Que's physical reaction speed could no longer keep up.

Fu Que felt as if a steel awl had pierced his shoulder. His body trembled violently, his right hand lost its strength, and he involuntarily released his waist knife, staggering backward.

"Fighting is not about chopping down trees. Who taught you to chop like that? No matter how strong you are, are you as big as those monsters who roam the mountains, forests, lakes, and seas, whose true forms are often several or even tens of feet tall?"

In combat, you use your brain; the idea that brute force can overcome skill is often nonsense!

Hu Liangyu flicked the fallen saber with his toe, then kicked it away, coldly saying, "The three gates of martial arts entry—bones, meridians, and blood—are just a general concept. Do you really think everything will be fine once you break through these three gates? Besides, you haven't even broken through them yet!"

On the other side, just as Fu Que, whose right arm was numb, caught the flying waist knife, Hu Liangyu's right leg slammed down like a heavy hammer, creating a low sonic boom in the air, aiming straight for Fu Que's center.

This kick was incredibly fierce, its power seemingly capable of piercing through gold and splitting rocks.

Fu Que felt bitter inside. In a hurry, he parried with his sword in front of his chest. Although he could see through Hu Liangyu's movements by observing the black and white lines, he could only fight in accordance with the opponent's rhythm.

Hu Liangyu's decades of experience in the Tiger Cavalry's battles far surpassed Fu Que's hastily acquired state of swordsmanship, especially since Fu Que's understanding of swordsmanship was merely a rough sketch and not yet fully developed.

"I've made you use your brain!"

Hu Liangyu's leg did not kick towards Fu Que's center, but instead changed direction in mid-air, turning the whip kick into a thrusting kick, which struck Fu Que in the back of the knee. The force entered Fu Que's body, his lower body went limp, and he knelt down on the ground, with beads of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

Swish!

The blade was icy cold, and goosebumps instantly rose on Fu Que's neck. He felt as if his muscles had been cut open by the blade. Hu Liangyu's blade stopped abruptly the moment it touched his skin, but the chilling aura made Fu Que freeze in place.

After only a few rounds of fighting, within a few breaths, if Hu Liangyu wanted to, he could have easily taken Fu Que's head.

"Killing evil people and eliminating demons is not wrong, but sometimes it is necessary to assess the situation and act accordingly."

"Having a sharp weapon breeds murderous intent; life on the edge of a knife is not easy. Your father and I had no choice back then. The Great Zhao Kingdom had only recently been established, and evil forces had not been completely eradicated. If we didn't join the Dragon Tiger Cavalry, we would either starve to death or become food for them. But you had a choice."

Hu Liangyu sheathed his sword, his aura returning to calm, as if the fierce battle just now had not been his doing.

He held out his hand to Fu Que: "Think about the fear you felt just now, with a knife to your throat. This will be commonplace from now on, and your opponents won't show the same mercy as I have. One slip and you're dead. So, this is the last time I'll ask you: do you really want to follow in our footsteps?"

Fu Que used the momentum to get up, and the pain in his body had mostly disappeared. Hu Liangyu had been very careful with his movements, causing only pain without causing serious injury. The two stood on the riverbank, where the biting river wind howled.

The two stared at each other for a long time before Fu Que nodded emphatically.

"Alright then, from now on, I will do everything in my power to help you until I can no longer do so. However, before that, you have to promise me one thing."

Hu Liangyu patted Fu Que on the shoulder and said with an unusually serious expression, "While there's still time before the martial arts examination, take some time to get married and have a child."

He paused, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "This way, even if you die, I'll have an explanation to give to your father."

"No, Uncle Hu, why do you keep talking about my death? Although I can't last more than a few moves against you, I'm still quite confident in my abilities in Gaoyang County. There aren't many people of your caliber in Gaoyang County, and I won't provoke you."

Fu Que rubbed his numb shoulders and complained with a wry smile, "Besides, I'm practically your son, so why are you always thinking about explaining things to my father?"

Fu Que is confident that his current state as a Scroll Blade Master is almost on par with that of a martial artist who has broken through the Blood Barrier. With the added advantage of the Reality Vision, Fu Que is confident that he can win.

Moreover, Real Vision comes with its own identification function, so Fu Que would definitely not provoke those characters with full features.

The reason why they were powerless against Hu Liangyu was twofold: firstly, the opponent had indeed survived countless battles and was highly experienced in combat; secondly, the opponent must have used a higher level of force, otherwise the difference in strength would not have been so great.

"I don't care about your opinions. Do you really think the luck and salary of the Dragon Tiger Cavalry are so easy to obtain? It's something you have to risk your life for. Since you won't listen to my advice, I can only assume you're dead. If I can't support you, I'll raise your child and that will be just as good as my job."

Hu Liangyu is extremely pragmatic.

"But I don't have a suitable candidate right now, so how about... marrying Wan'er to me?"

Although Fu Que and Hu Liangyu hadn't known each other for very long, he knew her personality very well. Under these circumstances, he had little room to refuse. However, Fu Que wasn't prepared to get married right now.

With a quick glance, he came up with an excuse to decline.

If Liu Shi really agrees to marry Hu Wanying to him, she'll have to devour Hu Liangyu alive. After all, in Liu Shi's eyes, Fu Que is reckless and impulsive, no different from a young lad, a pit of fire within a pit.

"If you were to behave yourself, this wouldn't be a bad option, it would even be a very good choice, but it's definitely not an option now."

Hu Liangyu said.

"Why? You don't trust me enough to succeed, and you think I'll die on the road?"

Fu Que asked curiously.

"If you can make a name for yourself and achieve something in martial arts, you and Wan'er will definitely be from different worlds. You will be separated more often than you will be together. How can I let my daughter live a life of widowhood?"

"If you can't, and you die on the road to exorcising demons and evil spirits, wouldn't that be even more of a disservice to my daughter?"

"If you can't bear to push your own daughter into a fire pit, you can't push someone else's daughter into a fire pit either."

Fu Que was convinced.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife.