Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 237 - 215 Hope One Day

Chapter 237: Chapter 215: Hope One Day

Chapter 237 -215: Hope One Day

Like a swift storm, the word “good” was still spreading in the air when they had already crossed swords.

He Jue’s longsword had hollowed parts at the tip, which, when swung rapidly, made a sound akin to the call of cranes due to friction with the air. Although such a noisy display was not ideal for an assassin, He Jue had always preferred to kill openly and rarely engaged in assassination. Thus, the crane-like noise didn’t affect him much. Instead, it could potentially unsettle his opponents’ minds. Rong Zhi purposefully covered that part of the sword, indicating he didn’t want to take advantage of Hua Cuo in this regard.

Chu Yu was also seeing Rong Zhi formally spar with someone for the first time, displaying his impressive swordsmanship. She couldn’t help but be mesmerized, and although she couldn’t see every move clearly, she roughly understood the situation.

Hua Cuo continuously moved around Rong Zhi’s body, his sword flashes dense like a torrential downpour, while Rong Zhi seemingly stood casually in place with minimal movement. He blocked Hua Cuo’s sword strikes left and right as if it was effortless. His actions might have seemed random, but when performed by him, they appeared naturally flawless, as if each movement and form were as they should be. It didn’t seem like Rong Zhi was blocking Hua Cuo’s sword, but rather that Rong Zhi was freely flowing, yet his sword met exactly where Hua Cuo attacked.

He Jue kept Yu Wenxiong at bay, making sure he wouldn’t join the fray again, and then turned back to watch the intense swordplay. Among all the spectators other than Rong Zhi, his martial arts insight was the highest. Watching Rong Zhi maneuver his longsword, He Jue couldn’t help but be slightly intoxicated.

He had known Hua Cuo’s sword routines a few years ago, but what truly captivated him was the swordplay employed by Rong Zhi. The techniques were not necessarily fast, yet they carried an indescribable essence that even a top-notch master like He Jue found mesmerizing.

Previously, he had always pursued ruthless and swift swordplay, reaching what he considered the pinnacle of this approach. Lately, he felt no progress in his swordsmanship, but watching Rong Zhi wield his sword opened up another path for him.

However, the most shocked among the crowd was still Hua Cuo. Being in the thick of battle, he could feel Rong Zhi’s terror more acutely than any spectator, and there was a suffocating frustration of being dominated. Rong Zhi’s speed and strength were not exceptional, but what was fearsome was that each of his strikes hit perfectly at Hua Cuo’s weakest points.

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Having known Rong Zhi for many years, Hua Cuo hadn’t thought to be wary, and Rong Zhi had thoroughly grasped his swordplay. Yet, the sword techniques Rong Zhi now displayed were vastly different from their previous sparring, convincing Hua Cuo that Rong Zhi had always been concealing malicious intentions.

Hua Cuo moved so fast that Chu Yu could barely see his figure; however, she could still see Rong Zhi, in the midst of a fierce storm of attacks, with a smile as serene as if he were leisurely strolling through spring fields, not battling for life and death.

But Chu Yu had learned not to judge the situation from Rong Zhi’s expression. She then tugged at Liu Sang, who was watching intently, and asked, “Who will win?”

“Ah?” Liu Sang, coming back to his senses, thought for a moment and said, “Brother Rong, I think. Brother Hua seems to be out of strength, whereas Brother Rong is different.”

As expected, not long after, with a flick of Rong Zhi’s longsword, he swept away the sword light that nearly formed a net around him. Hua Cuo rapidly retreated, but after only moving about four or five meters, he collapsed to his knees in the snow, four streams of blood shooting from his shoulders and legs, arcing in the air before scattering across the snowy ground.

The vivid red blood contrasted strikingly with the snow, creating a scene of both beauty and brutality.

Hua Cuo gasped violently, his chest heaving uncontrollably, and the wind blew against his sweat-soaked face and body, chilling him to the bone. He looked up at Rong Zhi, full of hatred, and shouted, “I’m no match for you; kill me if you want. I suppose a useless pawn like me doesn’t matter anyways if killed.”

Rong Zhi, however, handed his sword back to He Jue, then turned and looked at Hua Cuo with a gentle smile, softly saying, “I fought you just to fulfill your wish. Why would I kill you?”

In his words, not a trace of anger could be detected, still carrying his usual calm tone. Hua Cuo, looking into those soft and serene eyes, suddenly felt a surge of sorrow, his eyes reddened as he laughed wildly in grief and anger, “Rong Zhi, I curse you, one day you will experience the agony of your heart being shattered. Heaven will not let you be at ease forever, one day it will happen!”

He paused for a moment, his tone slightly softened, but his expression was filled with extreme bitterness, “I hope one day, you will toss and turn over something you cannot obtain, and once you have it, you’ll live in constant fear of losing it.”

This heartless man…

Who could harm him?

He stared intently at Rong Zhi, as if to sear this moment’s image into his heart, clearly articulating each word, “I hope that one day, you offer your sincere heart only to be discarded like a worn shoe, separated by love, seeking in vain until you lose your sanity, your body and soul riddled with scars.”

This man… he had no tears…

Who would crush his smile, who would destroy his composure?

He hoped he would suffer, hoped he would weep, hoped he…

Hua Cuo closed his eyes and then reopened them, barely managing to stand up and tore his clothes to stem the bleeding. Rong Zhi’s strike was skillful and had not damaged his tendons or bones; the muscle was cut along the grain, making it easy to bandage and stop the bleeding. After dressing the wound, he once again looked at Rong Zhi, his face now resolute: “If I live, I will spend the rest of my days seeking revenge on you, and if I die, I will haunt you night and day as a fierce ghost… you’ll regret not killing me.”

Rong Zhi smiled and said, “As you please.” He wasn’t particularly concerned about Hua Cuo’s threats.

After receiving the longsword from Rong Zhi’s hands, He Jue tore off the cloth wound around Rong Zhi, and with a fierce swing of the sword, a mournful cry like that of a crane emanated from the blade. He was accustomed to this sound when wielding the sword, but for some reason, he felt no joy this time. He had achieved his goal during this visit, having driven a wedge between Rong Zhi and Hua Cuo, and taking his revenge on Hua Cuo as well, which should have pleased him greatly, yet a sudden sense of melancholy overwhelmed him.

Staying here was pointless. He sheathed his sword, turned, and left.

Hua Cuo took a deep breath, turned and looked around. At this moment, he appeared forged from hatred, his gaze emitting a chilling, bone-penetrating cold, except when he saw Liu Sang and Chu Yu, where his expression warmed slightly. The former was a child unaware of the complexities, and the latter, in Hua Cuo’s eyes, was another pitiful person deceived by Rong Zhi.

“Princess,” Hua Cuo looked at Chu Yu and earnestly said, “Rong Zhi is heartless and merciless. No matter how much effort you spend on him, you will not receive a drop of sincerity in return. Hua Cuo once was deceived by Rong Zhi and disrespected you greatly, and now, does not dare to ask for your forgiveness, but I hope you won’t be fooled like I was.”

With that said, he took up his sword with one hand and staggered toward the distance. His red figure gradually shrank in the snowy landscape, eventually becoming a small red dot, resembling a drop of congealed blood, disappearing into the barren snowfield.

Moxiang approached Rong Zhi with some unease and asked, “Master, is it really okay to let him go like this?” His tone already hinted at lethal intent.

It wasn’t for personal grievances between him and Hua Cuo but for fear that Hua Cuo might harm Rong Zhi. The curse-like oath of revenge Hua Cuo had taken earlier worried him. Although over the years, many of Rong Zhi’s schemes were executed under his guidance, they sometimes needed Hua Cuo to do the legwork, allowing Hua Cuo to become privy to many secrets. Previously, Hua Cuo’s blind trust in Rong Zhi was one thing, but now as an enemy, if he wished, he could sabotage many of Rong Zhi’s arrangements.

Rong Zhi smiled faintly and said, “I know your concerns, but since I’ve said I wouldn’t kill him, I hope you won’t take matters into your own hands and strike him down secretly. If he wants to come, let him come at me. Surely, I’m not afraid of him? Earlier, I crossed swords with him using the swordsmanship I’ve contemplated and realized over these past four years. Once he calms his mind, he will benefit from it and likely master it within five years, which could be considered my repayment for his four years of fellowship… What? What are you doing, Princess?”

After handing back the sword to He Jue, his gaze returned to Chu Yu. He had been watching her actions closely, even dividing his attention when Moxiang came up to speak, and now he noticed her walking to the carriage, picking up Huan Yuan’s sword that he had placed by the carriage. Surprised, he spoke out.

Chu Yu picked up Huan Yuan’s sword, examined it carefully back and forth for a while, then cautiously gripped it in her hand and slowly walked up to Rong Zhi.

Not just Rong Zhi, everyone present was stunned: Surely she wouldn’t be thinking of challenging Rong Zhi like Hua Cuo did?