“Did Wu Chushu just step onto the arena?”
“Is that the swordsman who flew on his sword this morning?”
“I heard he single-handedly wiped out the Wolf Den and rescued dozens of fallen women.”
“I also heard his Wandering Flower Dragon Sword Technique was something he comprehended from the Horizontal Cloud Sword Marks. It’s elegant and elusive; I wonder if Li Mo will be able to find any flaws.”
…
Wu Chushu had long made a name for himself; even the seven top warriors present had heard of his reputation.
You could say he was once a top player in Yunzhou…
As he stepped onto the stage, he soared through the air.
Before he arrived, his sword was already there.
When his longsword struck the ground with a resounding clang, he finally stood on the hilt, striking a pose.
With such an entrance, it’s easy to see why his fame skyrocketed.
He sure knows how to make an impression…
“Long time no see, big name.”
Li Mo clasped his hands, showing no signs of surprise.
Just a little introduction.
Little Li, with his rich experience from reading countless novels and enduring endless rejections, was very skilled at putting on a show.
“I hope Brother Li will go easy on me later.”
Wu Chushu was also a person of the occasion.
Right now, he wasn’t thinking about how to win, but rather how not to lose too much face.
Even if he lost, he wanted to lose gracefully, lose with style…
Thinking this, he stepped forward, drew his soft sword from his waist, smiled slightly, and struck a handsome pose.
“Please!”
“After you.”
Li Mo, holding the Crimson Sky Sword, was quite charming himself.
Also very handsome.
The arena fell silent.
Countless eyes were fixed on the two standing on the platform, but they remained frozen in their poses, not moving an inch.
The audience was bewildered. Why weren’t they moving?
“Is this some sort of consciousness soul mental battle?”
“I feel it’s more like a battle of momentum; their poses are full of grandeur.”
“Wow… this feels so profound.”
…
The clueless onlookers couldn’t help but gossip.
Jiang Chulong tilted her head and blinked her gray eyes.
What was Brother Li doing?
They were clearly just posturing, with no sword intent or sword momentum at all.
Could it be… a kind of momentum that she couldn’t grasp?
Brother Li is truly impressive…
Even Little Jiang couldn’t make heads or tails of this.
Clearly, no one in the crowd could.
“……”
In her mirror-like eyes, the young man’s graceful figure was reflected, and Ying Bing frowned for a moment before relaxing.
He just had to be this way.
Normally composed and gentle, but every now and then he would act inexplicably childish…
“Please.”
“Still, you go first.”
“No, no, no, you first! I’ve heard your Wandering Flower Dragon Sword Technique is boundless; I’ve wanted to see it for ages.”
Both were incredibly elegant.
“Ugh…”
Wu Chushu internally gasped; he felt he was facing his greatest opponent ever.
(Not in swordsmanship.)
If he didn’t move soon, Elder Zeng—his master—would start scolding him.
After a moment of silence, he could only nod:
“Sure, I won’t dare to refuse.”
Then his soft sword seemed to come alive in his hand.
Flowers scattered in a stunning display.
Li Mo thought of the Falling Flower Sword Technique that Ying Bing had once used.
In terms of swordsmanship, the Ice Chunk was light years behind, but Wu Chushu’s technique was on another level, far more versatile.
Every petal seemed to be able to follow his heart’s wish and turn into sword light.
This was a sword technique he had comprehended from the Horizontal Cloud Sword Marks, completely his own.
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In terms of this sword technique alone, he could confidently say that no one in the entire Sword City could surpass him in mastery.
Transcendence!
“Great sword technique!”
Li Mo genuinely praised him.
One shouldn’t underestimate the heroes of the world.
If it had been the Li Mo who had set off from the Qingyuan Sect, he wouldn’t have found any flaws in Wu Chushu’s technique, since it perfectly matched the opponent’s comprehension, divine intent, and physique.
To crack it, he probably would need to bring out the big guns…
But since arriving, he had been growing stronger!
“Even the most transcendent sword techniques have their loopholes.”
“After all, there’s no perfect sword technique.”
A bolt of thunder-like sword light flashed.
It pierced through dozens of petals with uncanny precision, striking his soft sword.
The petals all moved under the influence of energy, allowing them to follow Wu Chushu’s intentions.
Every swing passed through each petal, landing right when Wu Chushu’s mind focused on them.
Wu Chushu’s heart jolted, but he did not defend.
The consciousness soul shone brightly, and the entire sea of flowers transformed into sharp blades, enveloping him as they descended.
This move was not only powerful.
It was also incredibly cool!
This was his sword way obsession, you fool!
“Bring it on!”
Li Mo closed his eyes, and all the techniques he had ever comprehended flashed vividly in his mind.
His understanding in martial arts surged!
Other people’s sword momentum, others’ sword energy, others’ sword intent.
At this moment, all merged into the Dugu Nine Swords.
In his mental field, something seemed to be consolidating, ripe for the taking.
Who isn’t a swordsman anymore, you fool!
“Watch closely for this next swing.”
“Because…”
When Little Li opened his eyes again, he resembled a mind-blowing Divine Sword.
All the weapons in the arena began to tremble.
Then with a whoosh, they all flew out of their owners’ hands, ascending to the high platform, blocking out the sun.
Standing in mid-air with cloud-stepping boots, Li Mo, hands clasped behind his back, commanded hundreds of weapons to bow before him!
“Now that’s cool.”
Little Li said lightly.
Countless blades collided with the flower rain.
The outcome was self-evident.
Wu Chushu’s scalp prickled as his complexion turned pale; he knelt on the ground.
He had lost.
Seeing that scene earlier with Li Mo, he instantly knew he had lost completely.
“I’m willing… to call you the strongest!” Wu Chushu said with goosebumps all over, smiling bitterly.
……
“Hundreds of swords in the air? All weapons bowing down? Wow…”
“What an extraordinary presence; in the next episode of ‘The Overbearing Empress loves me,’ you must include this scene!”
“He really is handsome.”
“What kind of unfathomable sword mastery is needed to pull that off?”
…
The audience had no idea.
In fact, including Zhong Zhenyue and Huang Donglai, everyone only saw the surface.
The truth, however…
“It’s that Horizontal Cloud Sword Art.”
Ying Bing pouted her jade-like lips, sporting a mix of helplessness and amusement.
Well…
Actually, Little Li had just allowed the famous swords present to sense his power, but it didn’t require them to fly into the sky.
He had secretly controlled the sword-killing sharp energy with the Extreme Weapon Body, leading the weapons in the arena.
“This kid’s something else.”
“Did you all feel the gathered mysterious energy just now?”
Elder Zeng furrowed his brows atop the platform, uncertain.
Li Mo was clearly already in the Observation Realm!
“That’s the Sword Pellet.”
A calm voice suddenly echoed in the arena.
Accompanied by a pleasant tinkling sound, someone slowly approached.
