Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Nine – The Goal (1/2)
Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Nine – The Goal
The lights continuously changed on Zuo Mo’s hands. His brow was tightly furrowed. Little yao arts flowed like water past his fingertips. He had a serious expression and did not dare to slack off. As the tornado increased in strength, he could clearly feel the pressure increase along with it. He to use one hundred and twenty percent of his attention for each step. If he was the least bit careless, he would be drowned in the barrage of attacks.
The fire yao arts the other cast were extremely unorthodox and completely different than anything he had encountered before. What had attracted his attention though was the yao art imprint from Cang Lin’s consciousness that he had deconstructed. That yao art imprint had been strange and poisonous. It was completely different than these explosive yao arts he was seeing now.
Zuo Mo focused attentively on the chaotic looking fire yao arts. Like a fish swimming, his consciousness locked onto every yao art that passed in front of him. He was unusually calm, his mind and eyes clear like a serene lake. The yao arts passed like flickering silhouettes flashing across the lake.
The reflections that these yao arts created on the lake surface gradually became clear.
Zuo Mo did not blink. His steps were like that of a butterfly weaving between flowers, the little yao arts on his hands extremely accurate and appearing at the most appropriate time! With his attention occupied, even he did not detect his own transformation.
Time was like a line that grew longer the more it was pulled. The lightning fast yao arts and fire seemed to become increasingly slow.
Each yao art was unprecedentedly clear in Zuo Mo’s eyes. They seemed to pass by like snails. Every minuscule detail clearly landed in Zuo Mo’s eyes.
The wondrous feeling did not cause Zuo Mo to feel excited. His face was peaceful, and he searched for the traces of what interested him among these yao arts! The yao art imprint inside Cang Lin was his target this time!
The abundant fire yao arts looked domineering, but were not what he desired.
Just at this time, the lights on Zuo Mo’s hands finally stabilized. The faint glowing light seemed to form a thin and small glove of light that enveloped his palm. This yao art was called [Tactile Knowledge Grip]. This was a yao art that Zuo Mo had created. It was not complex, but it had taken great mental effort. This yao art could clearly identify the attributes of a yao art and was a yao art he created especially to help him deconstruct other yao arts.
But it was the first time that he used [Tactile Knowledge Grip] in battle.
A bloody red blade of fire came towards his neck at a difficult angle.
Zuo Mo raised his hand and grabbed at the blade of fire. A hand of light projected from his own and grabbed the blade of fire!
The blade of fire shook fiercely as if it was a fish that had been captured and wanted to jerk out of the hand. Pew pew pew! The outer layers of the blade of flame quickly dissipated, and revealed a section of bloody vine. Zuo Mo’s eyes brightened and his hands moved in the air. The hand of light gripped onto the bloody vine.
Such an unique construction … …
Zuo Mo closed his eyes, and his consciousness shot at the bloody vine!
The excited Mo Ru Huo stilled. Xiao Mo Ge actually closed his eyes! What was this guy thinking of doing? Did he want to surrender? Hmph! Did Xiao Mo Ge think that he would let him off like that? Mo Ru Huo’s bloodlust had been aroused, and his fear of Zuo Mo had been thrown out of his mind.
A cruel smile suddenly came onto his face. Suddenly, his pupils expanded and his smile froze on his face.
Inside the tornado, the figure of Xiao Mo Ge with his closed eyes became even hard to predict like wisps of smoke. The sky full of yaoarts couldn’t even touch the corner of his clothes!
Why … …
Mo Ru Huo suddenly had a bad feeling. Just now, Xiao Mo Ge had been a sorry figure, but now he seemed so at ease as though he was strolling around. Had he been pretending before?
There was a section of blood vine inside the blade of flame!
Shocked, Zuo Mo’s interest rose. This was it! The bloody vine was what he was interested in! When he had been healing Cang Lin, he had found the bloody vine was very unique. It could securely root itself inside the consciousness of the enemy and was extremely hard to eradicate. Zuo Mo had spent a great deal of effort to deconstruct that little section of bloody vine. Some of its unique structure had interested him greatly. This was why he had especially waited for Mo Ru Huo to come find him!
Zuo Mo’s style was to only act if there were benefits. He would not make trouble merely on behalf of Cang Lin.
That little section of bloody vine excited Zuo Mo, but it was just a little section and not a complete structure. Zuo Mo required a more complete bloody vine because this seemed related to another yao art.
Ten breaths later, Zuo Mo crushed the little section of bloody vine that he had finished studying and started to search for the next target.
The light grip was a new yao art he made. It was constructed from twelve little yao arts and specifically used to peel away the outer layers of the other’s fire yao arts. His use of little yao arts were at a mastery level. Even Pu Yao would occasionally praise it.
After continuously capturing six fire yao arts, Zuo Mo found that the bloody vine inside these fire yao arts were not very different. He frowned again. The bloody vines inside these fire yao arts were still incomplete.
He raised his head and narrowed his eyes towards Mo Ru Huo. It seemed that he had to get this guy to put more effort in!
Mo Ru Huo coincidentally saw Zuo Mo’s gaze and his body was instantly chilled. His face was ugly. The other seemed to have adjusted to his illusory flame tornado.
Damn it!
Why was it like this? The Fantasy Flame Tornado was one of his killing moves and had never failed before.
Viciousness flashed through his eyes. Having escalated the fighting to this point, if it was not you that died, it would be me! He gritted his teeth and burrowed into the tornado.
Zuo Mo stilled at Mo Ru Huo’s action. He quickly had a wary expression.
The Fantasy Flame Tornado that had been rampaging about suddenly became silent without any decrease in speed. The fire yao arts inside the tornado flew backwards rapidly. Mo Ru Hou was like a strong magnet, attracting all the fire yao arts to fly over.
A strange and dangerous presence covered Zuo Mo.