Chapter 65 - Crushing, Divine Skill (1/2)
After hearing the two of them report their cultivation level, the spectators began to discuss softly, but they weren’t too shocked.
In the Middle-Earth Nine Provinces, sparring combat between two people could proceed as long as the difference in cultivation bases didn’t surpass three minor levels.
If it was any higher, the sparring combat wouldn’t have any meaning because one of the combatants wouldn’t need to show any technique. They could simply use brute force to suppress their opponent.
Zeng Jun was already very confident. Now when he heard that Sun Mo was merely at the first level of blood-ignition, he felt even more so. He displayed the look of an expert and waggled the tip of his blade at Sun Mo.
“Teacher Sun, you can attack first!”
Xuanyuan Po was extremely interested in combat. He pushed his way through the crowd upon seeing the situation and after hearing Sun Mo’s name.
“You can go first!”
Sun Mo humbly declined. He silently praised Zeng Jun’s posturing. Through Divine Sight, the data showed that Zeng Jun was cultivating the Shattered Soul Blade Art and was proficient in defense.
This meant that Zeng Jun’s battle technique lay in defending and counter-attacking. If Sun Mo attacked first, it would benefit Zeng Jun instead.
“Sun Mo, my cultivation base is higher than yours, you can attack first.”
Zeng Jun laughed, showing everyone his magnanimous attitude.
“Alright then. I won’t tell anyone that you are proficient in defense,” Sun Mo spoke bluntly.
A clamor rang out.
The smile on Zeng Jun’s face stiffened as he felt shocked in his heart. How did this brat know what he was good at? No one could just tell by glancing at him, right?
Sun Mo wasn’t a great teacher, how could his judgment be so good?
Just when Zeng Jun was thinking about how to rebut Sun Mo and whether he should take the initiative to attack first, Sun Mo already acted. Sun Mo’s attack was like a sharp arrow shooting over!
Ding!
The black sandalwood wooden blade and swift blade collided.
“Cunning!”
Gu Xiuxun’s lips twitched. From Zeng Jun’s minute expressions, she could tell that Sun Mo was right. But evidently, Sun Mo didn’t care about attacking first or second. In other words, it meant that his words earlier were to distract Zeng Jun and launch a sneak attack.
“Che, just a minor trick!”
Gao Ben was filled with disdain.
Zhang Lan’s face was still devoid of expressions.
Successfully taking the initiative, Sun Mo’s wooden blade manifested a patch of blade shadows that enveloped Zeng Jun.
Sun Mo’s body had cultivated the Overflow Rain Sword for roughly seven years, and the sword technique had integrated into his instincts. This was why Sun Mo could casually unleash it.
Zeng Jun had lost the first-mover advantage and was also a little nervous. In the end, after exchanging a few blows, he began to relax. Sun Mo’s attack had no strength at all.
(I can win easily!)
Zeng Jun was instantly filled with confidence once more. He wasn’t in a hurry to attack and was waiting for the best chance to insta-defeat Sun Mo in a single strike.
Yes. He didn’t want to simply win. He wanted to win beautifully so everyone would cheer for him.
The majority of the students gathered over to watch a good show. However, given the judgment of the school leaders, they could already judge who would win or lose. So, their facial expressions were all different based on the faction they supported.
“He is quite good with his words, but it turns out that he is nothing but trash!”
Feng Zewen didn’t expect Sun Mo to be so weak. His Overflow Rain Sword wasn’t bad. But if he wanted to win depending on that, it was far from sufficient.
Zhang Hanfu crossed his arms before his chest, waiting for Sun Mo to be defeated. He understood Zeng Jun’s intentions. However, winning Zhang Hanfu’s appreciation was not an easy task. Unless of course, Zeng Jun decided to cripple Sun Mo’s limbs.
However, An Xinhui would definitely prevent that!
Zhang Hanfu’s attention was focused on An Xinhui. He would definitely stop her. In other words, it meant that Sun Mo would have to be crippled so he could vent his anger.
During these three years, no one had dared to speak that way to him. Sun Mo had to pay the price for his arrogance.
Lian Zheng shook his head imperceptibly. There was no way for Sun Mo to win.
Honestly speaking, Xuanyuan Po felt a little disappointed when he saw the situation. No matter how imposing Sun Mo’s manner was, if his strength was only this much, it was simply not enough.
An Xinhui didn’t say anything. No one knew what she was thinking about.
The spectators also fell silent, and only the sounds of weapons clanging could be heard.
“Is this the feeling of combat?”
Sun Mo’s heart throbbed uncontrollably, and he felt a sense of excitement appearing in his heart. This sense of excitement spread throughout his body, making him feel like throwing his head back and roaring.
As a man, how could he not love combat?
In the past, Sun Mo had only experienced the pleasure of combat through games and movies. But now, he could personally enjoy it.
The sharp edge of his opponent’s blade slashed past his nose, emitting the sense of death. The metallic clean sounds of the weapons clashing were deafening, causing his adrenaline to surge like an erupting volcano.
(Yes, it is this feeling exactly!)
There was no need to care about schemes or put in the effort to maintain interpersonal relations. Everything could be solved by combat!
Simple!
Pure!
One could live casually and freely.
At this moment, Sun Mo experienced an unprecedented feeling of freedom.
His wooden blade and his ultimate cultivation art were his capital. (What? Are you not convinced? I’ll beat you till you do!)
After a short daze, Sun Mo regained his focus. He stared at Zeng Jun’s face that was full of blackheads as he began laughing.
His pearly white teeth shone so brightly that they dazzled Zeng Jun’s eyes.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
Zeng Jun was frustrated. (Given your strength, I can fight three of you at the same time with no problem at all!)
Sun Mo’s laughter provoked Zeng Jun, who decided not to wait anymore. But right when he was about to retaliate, Sun Mo’s attacks abruptly changed.
Beauty Yu! (movement technique)
Water dragon roar!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Sun Mo’s movements suddenly became graceful and ethereal. When he slashed his wooden blade out, sounds of roaring could be heard from each of his attacks.
Eighteen Words Order!
Pak! Pak! Pak!
The wooden blade’s attacks grew swifter and swifter, slashing toward Zeng Jun.
Zeng Jun felt the pressure on him increasingly greatly, and he couldn’t retaliate at all.
“What?”