Chapter 764 (1/2)
Chapter 764: Sword Compet.i.tion in the Verdant Canyon (Part 2)
”If the rules can be broken, then they can't be followed . ”
Liu Bai's theory was followed by the powerhouses .
In fact, the Second Brother agreed . His iron sword was his own rule, and it could easily break others' . He continued asking, ”Since you want to break them, why haven't you started?”
Only the two of them understood what he was talking about . In the beginning, Liu Bai had given his answer, but his answer could not convince the Second Brother .
Liu Bai looked up at the sky and didn't answer him .
Receiving no answer, the Second Brother knew that eventually, they would have to convince each other with their swords .
”Sword Taoism consists of sword and skill . Skill is divided into power and technique . ”
”Power is the Psyche Power, while skill refers to how one uses the Psyche Power . ”
”When I entered the Initial Awareness State, I saw a great continuous river, indicating that I had the strongest Psyche Power in the world . I practiced the sword for three days to control all the Psyche Power around me . Afterwards, even rain could not touch my clothes . This meant I had the best sword skill in the world . ”
Looking at Jun Mo, Liu Bai added, ”If we had fought before you would have definitely lost the battle . If we had fought 2 days ago there is a 90% chance you would have lost . You killed so many people, your spirit was climbing . Today there is an 80% chance you will lose . You have beaten Ye Su and reached your peak . However, Sword Taoism can't be predicted with Mathematics, so there is still a 100% chance you will lose the battle . ”
”If it can't be predicted with Mathematics, why do you do the math?”
The Second Brother said, ”I've always believed that no one can know the result until the end . ”
Liu Bai laughed . ”Good!”
Jun Mo was walking in the wilderness when he stopped, some distance from the entrance . In front of him sat piles and piles of arrows and more than 200 old swords on the ground .
The only thing these various swords had in common was that they were ownerless .
The battle in the Verdant Canyon had started two days ago . In this time, he had stopped hundreds of cultivators and more than 200 swords . These were inserted inanimately into the ground like a cemetery of swords .
When he walked into the area, the swords seemed to feel something . They began to tremble like a windy sword forest .
Just like forest in the depths of the Academy .
Standing in the forest, Jun Mo raised his iron sword with a serious expression .
Liu Bai observed the sword forest and the tall man quietly . He slowly reached for the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist .
His hands were wide and thick with slender fingers, very suitable for holding a sword . They held the hilt tight without a gap as if they were meant to be; perfectly .
The ancient sword was buzzing in its sheath; it sounded happy .
Once he held his sword, it became a part of him . In other words, his body extended to his sword and they could never be separated .
Holding a sword was not his only way of cultivating Sword Taoism .
When he took out his sword, he could also make it fly up to a thousand kilometers .
Liu Bai never chose the middle course, so he could cultivate more than one style . Even though he had once swung back and forth, once he reached the state, he no longer bothered himself with these problems . Since his heart was clear, he could choose whatever sword he wanted .
No one knew how he would fight in this battle .
People only knew that once he took out his sword, no one could take it . His sword was the fastest . Except for the Abbey Dean, Eldest Brother, and the Chief Preaching Monk, no one could survive it .
There was one eternal truth: if Liu Bai took out his sword before an enemy, he won .
Jun Mo didn't ask Jun Mo to go first . He chose to start before him .
Even so, he still didn't know if he could win .
Liu Bai's sword was so fast that it could start later but arrive earlier . Therefore, Jun Mo waved the sword forward instead of throwing it .
Just as he had every time he had swung his sword during the last two days .
He wore no expression on his face and his academy uniform didn't move an inch . The straight wide sword waved with his sleeves . It rolled up no clouds but a countless amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth .
Without an enemy, what would the sword hit?
There was no enemy in front of him .
There was only the wind and the 200 swords inserted into the ground like a sword forest .
The iron sword swept over the sword forest and hit an old sword .
The sword was pushed deep into the ground until its hilt suddenly smashed .
It became extremely bent .
The tremendous force from the iron sword pulled it out of the soil like a hurricane .
With a shrill sound, the rubbish sword turned into a light and flew to the south .
Jun Mo continued waving the sword .
His movements were very natural .
Every movement carried the power of Heaven and Earth .
Every movement blasted a junk sword away, pus.h.i.+ng them to the south .
Neither his strength nor his skill was better than Liu Bai .
He was unable to be faster and stronger than Liu Bai in either way of Sword Taoism .
So, he had chosen a way no one ever thought of .
He didn't stab or throw the sword . He waved it .
He didn't chop, cleave, or stab . He smashed, or in other words, he hit with the sword .
He condensed the Qi of Heaven and Earth from the mountains into the sword and blasted the discarded swords away .
He pushed the swords with the Force of Nature .
Only in this way could his sword be faster than Liu Bai's .
This was called the Mountains' hit .
In front of the Verdant Canyon, numerous shrill whistles sounded .
Dozens of swords flew from the b.l.o.o.d.y ground like rocks that were heavily struck; they turned into dozens of sword lights and disappeared before reappearing in front of the carriage .
The Flying Sword was operating the natal flying swords by controlling the Qi of Heaven and Earth with the cultivators' Psyche Power . A powerhouse like Liu Bai could kill people from thousands of kilometers away .
The way Jun Mo adopted was by directly applying the Qi of Heaven and Earth into the sword . This cut the middle link and transformed the natural forces into its terrible speed .
The discarded swords were faster than the cultivator had imagined . No one had ever operated a sword like this and no one had ever seen such fast flying swords .
These swords were so fast that the air began to moan . Neither eyes nor senses could catch them . It was as if they had disappeared .
They were so fast that even Liu Bai was unsure if he could take out his sword before the swords arrived .
He gave up on the flying swords and drew out his sword .
The sword in his hand looked ordinary and rusty .
He hadn't used it for a long time .
No one had expected that Liu Bai would be the one to have to defend, including himself .
He hadn't expected that there could be a sword faster than his .
He would praise and admire Jun Mo some other time .
However, right now, he had to be careful . He was about to face these fast swords .
He was forced to defend .
He had to defend .
He crossed the sword .
This was a type of sword intent . It was as straight as the sword and could not be shaken in the wind like a majestic granite city .
His sword was rusty, straight, and indestructible . It was like an old wall that had stood for millions of years; it looked dilapidated but was still tough .
Jun Mo's first sword arrived .
The discarded sword was no longer dead . The swords began reflecting cold light from the friction .
The tip of the sword trembled at high speed, piercing through the air as if it could tear up a thick iron plate with its high-speed vibrations .
It was approaching Liu Bai and about to hit his sword .
It was like the ancient bells ringing before the Lanke Temple was ruined .
As if a naughty boy had thrown a stone into a wave-less lake .
A sound rang in front of Liu Bai, clear and far .
It sounded like paper tearing or as if a roll of wet paper had been kneaded into a ma.s.s and thrown under the table .
The sword carried unimaginable strength at inconceivable speed but suddenly stopped in front of Liu Bai .
Only one foot from the rusty sword .
It didn't hurt Liu Bai .
In front of Liu Bai an invisible barrier was formed .
The sword was stuck into the barrier .
The barrier was his sword intent; it was like a city wall .
The second sword came in quick succession .
It also stuck and couldn't break the barrier .
However, no one noticed that Liu Bai's rusty sword was slightly bent .
The curvature was so small that it was indiscernible to the human eye .
The third sword arrived .
Then the fourth one .
Dozens of swords arrived like thunder and all of them stopped in front of Liu Bai .
Liu Bai's rusty sword bent more and more as these swords arrived until its curvature was evident .
However, it was far from falling apart because it had turned soft .
His sword was no longer like the old city; it transformed into a river under the city .
It was the city moat .
The river was gentle, but it could protect the city .
None of the dozens of swords could penetrate the invisible barrier . They were all stuck in the air .
It looked very strange and shocking like a sword forest was growing in front of Liu Bai .
The swords were so close to him, it looked like they would stab him in the eye .
Anyone would feel fear in this situation .
Anyone but Liu Bai, because he had his sword .
The swords could not approach him .
Not near .
Not far .
They stopped just one foot from him .
They stopped just 30 centimeters from him .
This was his world .
This was his sword's word .
Wind and rain could enter, but other swords couldn't .