I Really Am A Villain
Ch. 115 - Lightflow Swordsman, A Blind Man

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As that blade exploded before his eyes, Zhong Xin instinctively raised his sword to block.

Then, a surge of power from the void surged through the blade. Zhong Xin was blasted straight into the air.

"How is this possible?" His heart trembled. The force of that strike didn’t even give him time to resist.

And the direction he was sent flying in... was straight toward the monster.

The creature swung its fist at Zhong Xin. Before he could react, he was smashed deep into the ground.

He coughed a few times, blood spilling from his mouth. Zhong Xin looked up at the creature towering above him.

Although this monster’s current strength barely matched the Imperial Meridian Realm, and it lacked any real intelligence, it was still once a God Beast, and the oppressive divine might it radiated crushed everything.

Its divine power surged like a tsunami, enough to drown all beneath it. If he were a beast, he likely wouldn’t even be able to move.

Fortunately, Zhong Xin was human, so the bloodline suppression wasn’t as intense. But even so, his movements had noticeably slowed.

He knew: if he didn’t deal with the monster first, he’d never have a chance to escape.

Dodging another attack, he calmed his mind, slowly raised his sword.

At that moment, his eyes closed, and a brilliant golden light flared from his sword.

His blade blazed like the scorching sun, radiant and blinding.

Everyone has their own story. The world sings the praises of grand heroes.

Their legends are passed down for centuries, told thousands of times.

But the truth is, heroes aren’t the only ones with stories.

The many people who once went unnoticed…

You. Me.

Maybe everyone, regardless of strength or status, has a story worth telling.

Zhong Xin, ranked 48th on the Heaven-Earth Storm Rankings. In the martial world, he was known as the Lightflow Swordsman.

He remembered it clearly, he was born blind.

He couldn’t see the world. Because of that, no one wanted to be his friend.

Everything he knew came from stories told by others.

Like how the sky was blue, and clouds were white.

A little girl who used to read to him once told him she was pretty, with well-defined features, though her smile looked a little silly.

But one day, she was gone. Rumor was, while gathering herbs on a mountain, she was bitten by a venomous snake.

Back then, he yearned for light. He just wanted to see the world, just once.

Until one day, an old man came to his town.

That old man introduced him to a strange and mystical new world.

“Cultivation”, that word entered his mind for the first time.

“I heard from folks in town that you’re magical. Just pointed your finger and killed a one-eyed white tiger. Are you an immortal?”

The old man smiled and waved his hands in front of the boy’s face. “You can’t see?”

“Yeah. Can you help me?”

“Listen carefully, child. In this world, aside from your parents, no one will help you for free. The only one you can rely on… is yourself.”

“Then what should I do?”

“In my view, everyone has two sets of eyes, one pair of physical eyes, and one pair of heart-eyes."

“Your physical eyes let you see the surface of the world."

“But your heart-eyes… they let you understand the world on a deeper level.”

“Even if your physical sight is gone, your heart still sees.”

“How do I open my heart-eyes?” the boy asked in his innocence.

“Feel the world, truly feel it.”

That was all the old man said. Before leaving, he gave the boy a token and told him: if he ever awakened his heart-eyes, come find him at True Martial Sacred Ground.

From then on, Zhong Xin knew he had a goal. He began learning to feel the world.

The flow of rivers, the heat of flames, the howl of the wind, the chill of stone…

He practiced sensing everything, how it existed, how it changed.

Until one day, he saw a ray of light, the first light of his life.

After years of darkness, that sliver of light changed everything.

From then on, that light remained with him. Even after his eyesight was healed, he continued to use his heart-eyes to perceive the world.

Later, he found out, the old man who gave him that guidance…

Was none other than the First Grand Elder of True Martial Sacred Ground.

Zhong Xin, eyes still closed, let that strand of light glimmer at the tip of his sword.

He was known as the Lightflow Swordsman for a reason, his blade was fast. So fast it seemed like pure light.

As he swung his sword, Lin Ruhu and the others watching thought it looked… slow. Like something easy to dodge.

But the next moment,

Zhong Xin had already appeared beside the monster’s neck.

A deep sword mark had been carved into its massive body.

Its grotesque head fell cleanly from its shoulders, before it could even react.

Zhong Xin stood calmly, blood spraying behind him, red robes soaked. It made him look terrifying.

He turned to face Xu Zimo, sword pointed directly at him.

He rarely used that light.

He had a premonition, ever since his eyes had healed, his heart-eyes had grown dimmer.

Though he still tried to perceive the world with them… something had changed.

He could feel it clearly, his connection to that light was weakening.

If he used it a few more times, he feared he might never feel it again.

That’s why he kept it as his trump card.

Zhong Xin looked calmly at Xu Zimo. Just as he was about to strike, a giant hand erupted from the ground and grabbed him in its palm.

His heart trembled.

Turning with difficulty, he saw, the beheaded monster had stood back up.

Apparently, having a head meant nothing to this creature. With one grab, it caught him in its enormous hand.

The grip tightened.

Zhong Xin felt himself being crushed. Pressure from all directions closed in. He could barely breathe, his body on the verge of shattering.

Desperately, he swung his sword.

With a whoosh, a dazzling sword light sliced off the monster’s arm.

As the limb fell away, he escaped the grip.

Gritting his teeth, he swung his sword again, multiple slashes tore the monster apart instantly.

It was finally dead.

But at that moment, behind him, a crushing blade aura surged forward…