Chapter 47 This strike, you can't handle it.

Genres:Martial Arts and Xianxia Last update:25/03/24 17:43:55
    "On Xuanwu Mountain, the cheers of tens of thousands of cucumber eaters came to an abrupt stop as the crowd on the high platform heard the word 'start'."

    The gazes of all were directed at the two people on the combat stage.

    Under the mask, Chen Mo's expression was grave. His opponent, Xiao Tianlin, was known as the Sword Saint, who once held a Guanshi Zhengzheng sword and pierced through the restricted zone, having personally defeated many experts on the Jiuzhou Continent.

    He himself is a second-grade martial artist, and he is not inferior to any second-grade strongman.

    Chen Mo has just stepped into the fifth grade. Relying solely on his own strength, he might not be a match for him, even if he were to add Da Bao and Xiao Bao, it would still be quite challenging.

    "This battle... it's tough."

    Chen Mo drew his sword from the scabbard with one hand and threw it casually to the combat stage below. With one hand, he lifted this apparently impossibly heavy giant sword, as if a toy in his hand, incredibly light.

    "This swordsmanship has no aesthetic value; in my eyes, it's no different from garbage. You say that luck is a part of strength, well, then today you'll have to stop here, because, your luck is useless against me."

    Xiao Tianlin lightly placed his sword at his waist and tightly grasped the Azure Blue handle with one hand.

    Xiao Tianlin, dubbed the Sword Saint by the world, possesses exquisite swordsmanship. It is said that his sword techniques are celestial, and one slash emits a beauty comparable to the radiant moon and stars.

    However, there are very few people in the world who have seen his complete set of sword techniques, mainly because few can withstand even three moves of his.

    Xiao Tianlin has a habit of striking first with three moves: drawing his sword, striking it, and sheathing it.

    Usually, three moves are enough for almost 99% of the swordsmen in the world to concede defeat, with only those at the pinnacle of swordsmanship able to withstand the first three moves.

    Since attending the famous Sword Convention, Xiao Tianlin has fought in more than a dozen matches, but only 80% of his opponents have been able to block a single move of his, and the rest have fallen after the second move.

    Xiao Tianlin stood ready to draw his sword, and this familiar scene immediately attracted the loud cheers and excited screams from the onlookers.

    "Do you think this kid can block Xiao Tianlin's moves for a few rounds?"

    Jianhuang Zhao Linhao smiled broadly, showing a mouthful of white teeth, his face brimming with joy.

    "Two moves, I heard that Ti Wushu is quite durable."

    "Ah, I don't think that's necessarily the case. While Ti Wushu is resilient, Xiao Tianlin's swordsmanship is also fierce. I guess he might not make it through two moves; I bet he'll last for only one move before falling in the second one."

    "I think it will be three moves"

    "Since everyone here is so interested, how about we start a betting pool?"

    "Interesting, then I'll bet him a spirit pill, how about it?"

    ……

    The noise from the VIP area echoed in his ears. Not far away, the man in green robes poured himself a drink from a wine jug, his slightly flushed face showing no joy or sorrow.

    "One move, two moves... hmm, although his swordplay looks rough, there's a sort of confidence in him. It's bizarrely familiar."

    The man in green robes suddenly took an interest and lightly jumped onto a branch of the tree beside him, lying half asleep, and watched with interest.

    "That sword is powerful... you won't be able to block it."

    Xiao Tianlin coldly spat out a sentence, gripping the hilt of his sword with one hand and pulling it fiercely. The blue light shone like the sun at noon, and in the next instant, a sword qi that spanned across the heavens and the earth shot out.

    "Strong."

    As the sound of everyone gasping in horror from the combat stage below echoed, Chen Mo closed his eyes and tightly gripped the handle of his sword.

    Focus and gather strength

    Although this sword was just a casual draw from Xiao Tianlin, to Chen Mo, it required his full force to counter.

    Whether he can win this fight, even he had no bottom of heart. He could only rely on a full- force attack, at least not to lose so embarrassingly.

    Blood qi surged from his Dan Tian and gathered for Chen Mo's full-force strike, which would fly out in the next moment.

    This sword carried all of Chen Mo's efforts over the past few days, and with just one slash, it dispersed the incoming sword qi.

    However, as the sword qi was scattered, even more dense attacks scattered from all directions towards Chen Mo.

    In just a moment, his clothes had been riddled with dozens of sword scars, and blood gushed out along the wounds, with shreds of cloth slowly falling to the ground.

    "Restrain."

    Chen Mo exhaled heavily and unleashed a massive sword qi strike. All the scattered qi was shattered, and his full-force blow crashed into Xiao Tianlin.

    When

    Xiao Tianlin retreated several steps and struck out with a sword, shattering the attack that Chen Mo had unleashed. An even more fierce sword qi came from his casual strike.

    "Haha, the previous slash was a stroke of luck. This one, I think he won't be able to block it."

    "Naturally, I saw that with the previous slash, he must have used at least seven or eight tenths of his strength just to barely block Xiao Tianlin's move. How could he possibly withstand the next one?"

    "Although it's true that, I can't help but feel that there's a sense of familiarity with the swordplay of this unnamed swordsman."

    "What you're saying has triggered my memory. I did have a feeling of familiarity with his swordplay a few days ago. Today, his skills have improved significantly, and the sense of déjà vu has grown stronger."

    "This simple and straightforward sword... good, it seems like it's from..."

    As soon as the words fell, several people at the VIP seat simultaneously turned their gaze towards the distant branch where the man in green robes lay.

    "The sword technique..."

    The man in green robes hesitated for a moment, his hand that was raised to pour wine suddenly stopped mid-air, and he stared intently at Chen Mo on the combat platform, lost in thought.

    "The sword technique is quite familiar."

    On the Xuanwu Peak, a tall tree stood, upon which the White Dragon Fei danced with the Taiji Sword in his back, watching the two combatants on the stage with interest. The sight of a somewhat familiar sword technique stirred her curiosity.

    Compared to that, what intrigued Long Feiwu even more was the figure of the unknown swordsman. The more she looked, the more familiar he became...

    "You can't block that sword."

    Xiao Tianlin's eyes were sharp, fixed on Chen Mo. He casually spat out a sentence, then looked at Chen Mo with a playful expression, almost able to visualize Chen's defeat.

    "Maybe not."

    Chen Mo simply replied with two words, and Da Bao immediately entered his Dantian and merged with his own. After that, Xiao Bao quickly restored his internal energy.

    Chen Mo, despite being injured, didn't lose his vigor. When the more ferocious sword qi attacked him, he employed the same technique. The difference this time was that his slash was even more refined.

    Boom

    The deafening explosion echoed across the Xuanwu Summit, and the combat stage was instantly torn apart like a sliced orange. A massive crack like a chasm appeared, startling the frightened onlookers who retreated several steps in horror.

    Xiao Tianlin's sword qi was shattered

    However, the beautiful attack formed by the scattered sword qi surrounded the entire combat stage.

    Just then, Chen Mo was injured because of this move. This time, he dared not be careless. He continued to block with his sword, and the move he had just made landed on Xiao Tianlin's body.

    Bang

    Xiao Tianlin was pushed back by the terrifying attack, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist, his eyes red and narrowed with fury.

    Chen Mo retreated several steps, although he had done his best to defend himself, there were still numerous wounds on his body.

    Click

    Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard, and the mask on Chen Mo's face cracked...

    "I like to spend the remaining one month of my life, I will raise the innocent female emperor as a sick little sister. Please look forward to the updates, which are the fastest among all websites."