Jin WuMing said, "I can kill you in one blow. Do you believe me?"
Sweat poured down the blue-robed youngster's face. He bit his lips so hard blood came out. But he yelled, "Why don't you just kill me?"
Jin WuMing said, "You want to die?"
The blue-robed youngster yelled, "A true man's not afraid of death. Go ahead and kill me."
Jin WuMing said, "If I didn't want to kill you, would you still want to die?"
The blue-robed youngster froze.
If he didn't have to, who would possibly want to die?
Jin WuMing said, "I know you want to die for her. So she would think that you're a hero. But if you do die, would she really still like you?"
He continued coldly, "If she died, would you still love her?"
The blue-robed youngster couldn't answer.
He felt the cold tip of the sword leaving his throat.
He felt like an idiot.
Jin WuMing said, "In a woman's eyes, a hundred dead heroes, wouldn't compare to a live coward. Just as in your eyes, a hundred dead beautiful women, wouldn't compare to a live woman... Do you not understand this?"
The blue-robed youngster wiped some sweat off his face. He said, "I understand."
Jin WuMing said, "Do you still want to die?"
The blue-robed youngster said with a red face, "Living isn't a bad thing."
Jin WuMing said, "Good. You finally understand."
He continued, "I usually never like to be wordy. Yet I talked a great deal today, just so you can understand this... Only after you understand this, can I kill you."
The blue-robed youngster suddenly asked, "You want to kill me?"
Jin WuMing said, "My rule is that I only ask questions, not answer them. But I do make an exception to those about to die."
The blue-robed youngster said, "But... but if you want to kill me, then why say all those things?"
Jin WuMing said, "Because I never kill those who wants to die... If you wanted to die, then I would feel no pleasure in killing you."
The blue-robed youngster let out a loud roar, he attacked with his sword.
His roar was incredibly short. Because just as he raised his hand, Jin WuMing's sword had already entered his mouth. The icy cold tip passed by his tongue.
It's a bit salty.
He finally tasted death.
The sword reentered its sheath.
Jin WuMing has a very good habit. He also puts his sword back into the sheath immediately after use. As if he doesn't plan on using it in the near future.
Because he knew that when people see his sword in a sheath, they'd be more careless.
He likes careless people. They tend to die faster.