My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Returning The Favour (2)
The shattered floor beneath Liam’s feet still trembled from the shockwave of the halberd strike. Dust drifted through the air in thin trails. The wood panels of the grand hall were cracked, the carpets torn, and pieces of broken furniture lay scattered everywhere.

Liam stood completely unharmed.

His sword rested loosely in his hand, the blade angled down. His expression was calm, almost bored, as he watched the city lord stagger back with disbelief shaking through his face.

The man tightened his grip on the halberd and growled, “How… how did you take that head-on?!”

Liam tilted his head slightly. “Maybe you’re just weak.”

The city lord’s veins bulged and his eyes grew bloodshot. He roared like a beast and kicked off the ground with explosive force. The floor cracked under the strength of his step as he shot toward Liam, bringing the halberd down again with even more power than before.

This slash was meant to kill.

The halberd tore through the air in a straight line toward Liam’s head.

Liam lifted his sword and blocked it with a simple motion.

BOOM!

Another blast shook the hall. The ceiling groaned and dust rained from the wooden beams above. The walls trembled as if they would collapse.

Liam didn’t budge. His feet slid back half an inch across the broken tiles, nothing more.

The city lord’s eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t stop.

He spun the halberd in a wide arc, sending two sweeping slashes at Liam—one at his ribs, the other at his neck. The attacks were smooth. Sharp. Strong. The kind that could cut a normal cultivator clean in half.

Liam stepped back once. Just one step and both slashes missed.

The city lord snarled and moved even faster, each motion filled with fury and desperation. He struck at Liam’s legs. Then his shoulder. Then his heart. His halberd moved in a blur, creating a storm of cold metal and violent qi.

Liam parried each one with short, clean movements.

Clang!

Each sound echoed across the hall.

Liam didn’t counterattack. He didn’t even push forward. He simply blocked every hit like he was swatting flies, and his face remained calm as he did it.

The city lord attacked again, swinging downward with everything he had. The halberd struck like a hammer, tearing through the broken ground, sending stone chunks flying.

But Liam stepped to the side lightly and let the blade pass him by.

“You called me lowborn,” Liam said quietly. “Yet here you are, sweating and shaking.”

The city lord gritted his teeth and pulled the halberd out of the ground.

“SHUT UP!”

He lunged again, qi bursting from his body in waves. His speed increased. His strength rose. His aura rippled through the air like a violent wind.

He slammed the halberd forward, aiming for Liam’s chest.

Liam flicked his wrist and the attack slid away harmlessly and hit the wall, carving a deep trench through stone.

Liam stepped back and brushed dust off his sleeve. “You should pace yourself. You’ll pass out soon.”

The city lord’s rage reached its peak.

“I’ll kill you!!”

He twisted his halberd and spun it above his head, gathering every bit of qi he had left. The weapon glowed bright red and the air shook around him. Sparks lit the ground as he stomped forward.

He leaped high and crashed down, slamming the halberd toward Liam in a strike powerful enough to split a house.

Liam raised his sword casually.

Clang!

The impact cracked the floor again, forming a crater beneath Liam’s feet. The qi exploded outward, rippling through the hall like a wave.

But Liam didn’t move an inch.

“You done?” he asked.

The city lord gasped for breath. Sweat dripped down his forehead. His arms trembled, as his halberd shook in his hands.

“How… how are you… so strong…?” he whispered.

Liam didn’t answer and he simply smiled.

The city lord backed up a step. Then another.

“You’re… a monster,” he spat. “A cursed monster!”

Liam shrugged. “And you’re running out of steam.”

The city lord roared in frustration and charged again, swinging wildly. His attacks lost the precision the previous ones had and his movements grew sloppy. His breath turned heavy and ragged.

Liam deflected each strike with even less effort than before. His sword moved like a line of silver light, without any wasted motion.

The city lord stumbled as one block of Liam’s sent him off balance.

And his eyes widened, as Liam lifted his sword.

“Now,” Liam said softly, “it’s my turn.”

The city lord froze.

Liam stepped forward and swung his sword once.

The first strike hit the halberd shaft.

Crack.

A thin line formed down the wooden handle.

The city lord gasped. “Impossible—!”

Liam swung again.

The second strike cut across the metal blade of the halberd.

Clang!

The halberd split in half, the metal blade falling to the ground with a dull thud. The shock ran up the city lord’s arms and he stumbled back in panic.

“No… no, no, no—!”

Liam raised his sword for the third and final time.

“This is where it ends.”

The city lord dropped the ruined halberd and backed away desperately.

“WAIT—!”

Liam’s sword came down.

SHHK.

A clean horizontal slash swept across the city lord’s chest.

Blood sprayed across the air in a long arc.

The man crashed to the ground, rolling onto his back. He clutched his chest, coughing blood, his breath shallow and frantic.

He stared up at Liam with hatred burning through the pain.

“You… you think this is over?” he hissed with a broken voice. “Once the Devouring Petal Pavilion learns what you’ve done… they’ll hunt you down. They won’t stop. You’ll never know peace. You will die… die slow… I’ll be waiting for you in hell—”

Liam lowered his gaze.

“Good for you, buddy.”

He lifted his sword and swung down in a simple, clean motion. The blade passed through flesh and bone without resistance.

The city lord’s head slid off his shoulders and rolled across the cracked floor, stopping with its eyes still open in frozen rage.

Liam shook the blood off the blade with a quick flick and returned it to the Dimensional Space. He turned away without sparing the corpse another look.

Behind him, the guards who had been frozen in fear throughout the fight stared with pale faces, arms trembling. Their weapons clattered to the floor as they backed away.

Not one dared move toward him. Not one dared speak and not one dared lift a weapon.

Liam walked past them with slow, steady steps. He didn’t hurry. He didn’t look back. His presence alone felt heavy enough to crush their courage.

When he reached the threshold of the hall, Liam stopped and looked at the moonlight glowing across the courtyard.

He let out a calm exhale.

“Finally,” he said quietly to himself, “I can get some rest.”

Then he stepped into the night and disappeared.