764 Sword Competition in the Verdant Canyon Part 2 (1/2)

”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, pushing 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 bloody ground like rocks that were heavily struck; they turned into dozens of sword lights and disappeared before reappearing in front of the carriage.