766 Water in the Yellow River from Sky (2/2)

He was focused, calm, and even seemed a little wooden.

He continued waving the sword.

But the movement was no longer made of large or broad strokes. Instead, it was becoming delicate.

It was so delicate it looked like the embroidery needle in Mu You's hands.

Jun Mo started using the iron sword to embroider.

In seconds, the iron sword in his hands trembled countless times.

The great river was Liu Bai's sword.

The wind and waves resulted in places where the iron sword and Liu Bai's sword clashed several times.

Jun Mo carved words in the wind and flowers in the waves.

He wanted to use the most delicate instrument to carve the magnificent mountains and rivers. He used the most silent method to decorate the most beautiful and majestic image, just like how time and rain would smoothen green stone tiles.

Jun Mo knew right from the start that he would have to face Liu Bain at the end of the battle of Verdant Canyon.

Just like what Liu Bai had said, no matter the prowess of his sword or his swordsmanship, he was no match for Liu Bai.

He was no match for Liu Bai either way, so he had to take another path.

Liu Bai had once written a letter to Ye Hongyu. And he had drawn her a sword.

Ning Que had seen the sword, and he had used Ke Haoran's formula to exchange for a copy that he placed at the back of the mountain of the Academy.

Before heading south to the Verdant Canyon, Jun Mo had looked at that piece of paper for a long time before he decided on a sword style.

The sword style was completely different from his character.

But this was the only solution he had come up with after much consideration.

Just like what Ning Que had said, the people in the Academy all believed in one simple truth. If there was only one solution left in the end, then it had to be the best solution.

Furthermore, he had once told Ye Su that Etiquette set after making careful considerations and deciding that a rule was reasonable, he would not go against it the slightest even when facing down a thousand men.

That is why even when he wanted to object to the solution, he persisted.

In order to defeat Liu Bai, Jun Mo had made sufficient preparations, from the most vigorous to the extremely subtle. He had developed his Swordsmanship to the fullest. This was his most powerful moment.

However, the Yellow River was still the Yellow River.

And Liu Bai was still Liu Bai.

He was not a willow branch by the river, nor the little shepherd boy under the willow tree. He was not a wild man on a sheepskin raft, a widow that was pushed into the turbid waves, nor a rock in the river.

He was the great river.

Jun Mo's sword style might wave freely, but it was still slightly inferior before this river.

There was just the slightest difference between the two.

The characters in the air were missing strokes and the flowers in the waves were missing a petal.

The autumn wind swept over the sword marks and the waves covered the flowers.

Liu Bai's sword hit the iron sword and arrived before Jun Mo.

There was a swooshing sound.

Second Brother's right arm tore from his shoulder and fell into the green hills. No one knew where it landed.

The sword in Liu Bai's hands broke in two at the same time.

If Jun Mo had been seconds faster, Liu Bai's sword would have broken first.

Jun Mo could not be any faster; that was why his right arm, that had been gripping the iron sword, was broken.

Several tiny cuts appeared on his body.

These wounds all came from Liu Bai's sword style.

His academy uniform was completely drenched in blood, dripping onto the ground.

Blood flowed like the river from where his arm had been torn off.

Jun Mo looked at Liu Bai who was in front of him with a pale face.

His right arm had been broken and his iron sword lost.

Liu Bai only had half a sword left in his hand.

Even a broken sword was still a sword and it could kill.

Liu Bai did not stop because he could not.

His sword was the Dahe Sword, and the water that fell was river water. It would not stop until it ended.

Spilled water cannot be taken back.

Liu Bai wielded the broken sword and cut down toward Jun Mo.

The great river appeared once more.

The surge of the Yellow River grew.

Those who saw the great river had to die.

No one in the world could stand against the great river.

Because the river water came from the sky.

And it flowed into the sea, never to return.

The broken sword approached.

He could even see the lines on the metal of the sword.

Jun Mo knew that he was wrong.

He had been wrong since the battle of Verdant Canyon started.

To be more precise, he was wrong since the Academy.

He should not have looked at that piece of paper, and that sword.

He should not have thought of how Liu Bai would act to decide what he would do.

He would lose the thing that made him strongest.

That thing might be called confidence, or perhaps pride.

He should have only thought of what he was going to do, just like how he did in the past.

What's the difference if his opponent was Liu Bai or anyone else?

Jun Mo thought as he looked at the river surging towards him.

If he did not look at the sword, he would not see it.

This sword intoxicated those who saw the great river and made them despair.

Then he shall not look at it.

He had to correct his mistakes, no matter where and when he was.

He closed his eyes in the face of the most powerful sword in the world.

The river surged up and fell from the sky, seemingly destroying the whole plains in front of the green hills.

However, Jun Mo did not see it, so he did not feel the majesty of the river.

There was turbid yellow river water everywhere. But if he did not see it, it did not exist.

The broken sword in Liu Bai's hands cut through the air.

This was the first time the Dahe Sword cut through the air since it appeared on earth.

Because Jun Mo did not see the river falling from the sky.