SWORD OF THE DEMON WOLF

Love at First Sight

While watching the course of the battle, the old woman spoke again to Sekar and Martha,

“You two still haven’t answered my question. Why is that young man’s opponent now only one?”

“One of them was killed by the young man, and the other two fled. Now only that old man remains. But I don’t think he can last much longer, Master,” Sekar replied.

“Your observation is sharp, Sekar. Even though you’ve only been my disciple for three weeks, you’ve already learned much,” answered the old woman dressed in light green, her gaze still fixed on the ongoing fight.

Sekar’s observation was indeed correct. Song Im was truly being pushed back. The combination of Xiao Chen’s Blind Wolf Fury technique with his swordplay made it difficult for the old man to even defend himself.

Xiao Chen’s unpredictable movements finally left deep claw marks across Song Im’s back. This was followed by a sword slash aimed directly at the back of the old man’s neck—ending not only his resistance but also his life.

There were no curses or screams of pain from Song Im’s mouth, for his head had already been severed from his body.

Sekar shuddered in horror at Xiao Chen’s ruthlessness. Yet, strangely, she felt no urge to oppose him even if her teacher commanded it. Not out of fear—but because of something else.

Without realizing it, a feeling began to bloom in her heart toward the young man she was watching from afar. One could call it nothing less than love at first sight.

“Let’s go over there!” the old woman said to her three disciples.

“Yes, Master,” the three beautiful young women answered in unison.

Meanwhile, Xiao Chen knelt down, using his sword as support to keep himself from collapsing. He felt his inner energy had almost completely drained, leaving him weak and powerless.

His dazed eyes fixed on Song Im’s headless body. In just a single day, three lives had been taken by his hand.

“I’m no God of Death, so why must I keep taking lives?” he muttered softly.

“You need not regret killing others. What you should regret is crossing paths with me—for soon, I will take the role of the God of Death and claim your life!”

Xiao Chen turned his head at the sound of a woman’s voice behind him.

“If you also desire this sword, then you’ve mistaken your target. This isn’t the sacred weapon you’ve all been hunting,” he said, upon seeing the old woman accompanied by three equally beautiful young girls.

“Hahahaha! Do you think I’ll believe such words? I saw you kill three martial artists myself. All three of them were after that sword you carry!” the old woman replied gleefully. Without lifting a finger, she believed she had already found the legendary weapon countless warriors sought.

Xiao Chen rose to his feet with the last of his strength.

“If you truly want this sword, then you’ll have to step over my corpse first!”

“With pleasure, young man. Such a pity, though—I must kill you for daring to oppose me. Had you surrendered and handed me the sword peacefully, I would have arranged your marriage with one of my disciples.”

Xiao Chen’s gaze first fell upon Sekar. At that very moment, she too was staring at him, their eyes meeting and clashing silently. He quickly averted his gaze, refusing to look at the other two girls.

“I will still choose to protect this sword!” Xiao Chen declared firmly, though his voice was weak.

The old woman said nothing. Nor did she take even a single step forward. Her eyes widened as they locked on something behind the young man she intended to kill.

Sekar, Martha, and the other girl were struck speechless as well. Their bodies stiffened, cold sweat pouring down. Fear suddenly consumed them—for behind the young man, they saw a colossal wolf.

“Master, what should we do?” Martha asked timidly, gathering her courage.

“That doesn’t look like an ordinary wolf. Its size is far too unusual. Let it devour the boy, and then we’ll take the sword,” the old woman whispered.

Xiao Chen wondered why she hadn’t attacked him yet. But when he heard the familiar snort behind him, a smile spread across his face. He finally understood—the old woman hesitated because Benggala stood behind him.

“Benggala, come!” he called, turning around.

The old woman and her disciples stared, unblinking, as the massive wolf obediently approached the young man. Its four steps halted beside Xiao Chen.

“Sit!” Xiao Chen stroked the back of Benggala’s head gently.

The great wolf obeyed, lowering itself and rubbing its fur affectionately against Xiao Chen’s legs.

“Now, you may choose—do you still want this sword and risk facing Benggala, or abandon your desire and leave this sacred place? If my inner strength weren’t depleted, I would gladly accept your challenge.”

The old woman in light green tried to think rationally. If she had to face that wolf, the odds of victory were impossible to determine.

“Master, we should choose the second option. I’m certain that wolf isn’t ordinary—it must be the guardian of this place,” Sekar suggested, her words echoed by nods from her two companions.

“I agree, Master,” Martha added, reinforcing Sekar’s suggestion.

But before the old woman could respond, a familiar woman’s voice rang out from behind them.

“Hahaha! I didn’t expect Yung Yin to also be after the sacred sword that boy carries! Is your poisonous staff no longer strong enough to be your weapon of choice?”

“What are you two doing here? Have you finally come prepared to face me?” Yung Yin retorted, turning around to see her old enemies standing behind her three disciples.

“You still cling to what happened fifteen years ago? Perhaps you’ve forgotten that every martial artist grows stronger over time—including us. And it just so happens you’re here, so this is the perfect chance for us to take our revenge!” answered Liu Yang.

“You’re still as noisy as ever, Liu Yang. Tell me, are you a man or a woman?” Yung Yin sneered before shifting her gaze back to Xiao Chen.

“I’ll deal with you later. For now, I need to crush these two first!” she continued.

Xiao Chen chuckled softly at Yung Yin’s words. Quickly, he realized—if they started fighting, it would buy him the time he needed to recover his inner strength.