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The many voices in the stands that were not optimistic about him naturally reached Han Mo's ears, but at the moment he couldn't care less and thought to himself, "Oh no!"
Hu Zhuo is a "sword maniac" who is obsessed with swords. He is not scared or worried at all by his reputation as a young villain.
For a person who only respects the sword and cannot tolerate anything else, no matter if it is a threat or anything else, it will not work.
We can only fight.
In this case, it is better to strike first!
Tear--!
Along with the sound of talismans being torn apart, fireballs flew into the air, golden cones shot out, wooden vines entangled... and there were also several wooden lizard puppets, interspersed in the gaps between various talismans and spells, quietly attacking Hu Zhuo.
Han Mo's expression was more solemn than ever before. He released all the remaining talismans and some puppets at once, preparing to launch a surprise attack and win by sheer quantity.
Even in the Ascension Conference in the game, there is no good way to deal with this sword fanatic, because a sword cultivator with extraordinary talent is equivalent to being invincible in the early stage.
The magic machine gun formed by dozens of talismans would have been shot into a sieve if it were an ordinary Qi-refining cultivator.
However, facing all this, Hu Zhuo's expression remained calm. He swung the rusty iron sword in his hand seemingly slowly but actually very quickly.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
Every time a sword flashed, anything in a straight line, whether it was a fireball, a wooden vine or a golden cone, was chopped into pieces by the sword.
And those wooden puppets hiding in the dark and attacking were also cut in half by the sword light.
As the saying goes, one sword can break all laws!
I have to say that when sword cultivators show off, both the visual and auditory effects are top-notch.
"Prince Han, why do you have to do this? I just want to learn some sword skills from you, not to fight in such a meaningless way.
This will consume a lot of spiritual energy for both of us, and no matter who wins or loses, it will be disadvantageous for the following competitions."
Although Han Mo's magic machine gun was blocked by Hu Zhuo's sword in a seemingly pretentious manner, it still had a certain effect.
At least, the other party did consume some spiritual energy.
"How about this, we have a swordfight, and the winner will be decided with one move?"
Hu Zhuo proposed a so-called bet that would decide the outcome with one move, and he seemed very confident.
After being slightly surprised, Han Mo quickly nodded in agreement.
Because this is exactly what he wants.
The previous wave of seemingly terrifying spell machine guns was actually his last wave of outburst.
But now, his talismans have been completely used up, he has no money... and no spirit stones!
"Prince Han, please!"
Seeing that Han Mo agreed, Hu Zhuo politely invited Han Mo to make the first move.
You know, when low-level monks compete in swordsmanship, whoever's sword is half a centimeter faster will win in the end.
Hu Zhuo let Han Mo draw his sword first, which undoubtedly gave Han Mo an advantage.
The reason for this is that Hu Zhuo is extremely confident in his own abilities.
In the Tianhai Province, among the Qi-refining cultivators, if Hu Zhuo claimed that he was second to none in swordsmanship, I'm afraid no one would dare to claim to be first.
"Okay." Han Mo remained calm on the surface and agreed without hesitation, but he sighed slightly in his heart.
Sure enough, do we still have to take that step?
"Hu Zhuo, before the competition, this prince wants to tell you something."
"Oh, I'd love to hear the details."
"Everyone says that your sword is unrivaled in the world. In fact, my sword is the truly unrivaled sword in the world."
As he spoke, Han Mo quietly grasped a fiery red magical sword in his right hand, which looked like a branding iron.
Things have come to this point, he has no choice.
"You know, the Red Peak Spear, the Immortal Shield, slaying all the Immortal Kings and destroying the Nine Heavens. The top of the Immortals, proud of the world, as long as I am Han Mo, there will be heaven."
Hu Zhuo: “?!!”
"If Heaven had not given birth to me, Han Mo, the sword path would have been as dark as eternity."
boom--!
As he spoke, Han Mo's aura suddenly changed. A terrifying aura that was only sensed by Hu Zhuo, who was also a sword cultivator, at close range. It was very weak, but it was real and existed. It spread from Han Mo and quickly enveloped him.
No, we can't let him draw his sword first!
In just a moment, Hu Zhuo's keen intuition as a natural swordsman made him change his mind.
He moved and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, a faint frost mist spread from the stone platform.
The stone platform was quickly covered with a layer of white frost, and even the scene in front of Han Mo became blurred by the fog, and even his own perception was obscured.
"Cloud Sword, Frost Sword Intention!"
Han Mo quickly recognized the sword technique used by the other party, which was also the strongest sword move that made Hu Zhuo famous.
With only Qi training level, he was able to comprehend the sword intent. It can be said that Hu Zhuo is indeed a genius in swordsmanship!
Under the cover of frost and mist, Han Mo thought as he did, but his mouth kept moving.
"Well, take it. My strongest, invincible, and most powerful move. Then..."
As the words were spoken, the figure hidden in the ice mist approached, and a sharp metallic aura even floated to within less than one meter in front of him, causing Han Mo's skin to slightly break out in goose bumps.
So fast!
Facing a real swordsman for the first time, Han Mo couldn't understand why this sword could stab so fast and even arrive first after being struck.
It’s so cold too!
As the distance shortened, extremely cold frosty air quickly permeated his entire body, from outside to inside, from skin to flesh and even bones, as if he was about to be completely frozen by this frosty air.
His body was unable to move, and even the fingers holding the sword were slightly stiff. Han Mo could only watch as the murderous sword hidden in the "ice fog" slowly but firmly approached his chest.
Will I lose?
How can it be!
“Smash…”
Just as the last sentence was about to be completed and Han Mo slightly raised the red magic sword in his hand, the ice mist on the stone platform suddenly shook, and then quickly dissipated, and the figures of the two were exposed to everyone's sight again.
The eldest son of the Hu family, who was known as a "sword maniac" and the "number one Qi-refining sword practitioner in Tianhaizhou", stood still and did not move, as if time had stopped.
He kept stabbing with the sword in both hands, and the cold tip of the sword even stayed less than an inch away from Han Mo's chest.
But this short distance of one inch seemed like an insurmountable chasm, and he was unable to stab through.
only because……
My sword told me that if it had moved forward even a centimeter, I would have died.
That’s right, it’s “I will die”, not “I will lose”.
The intuition of a swordsman is very sharp, let alone Hu Zhuo who has already cultivated the sword intent. In his perception, if his sword moves one centimeter further, the end result will be shattered into pieces and no body will be intact.
But why?
Hu Zhuo's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, as if he had encountered some incomprehensible problem.
finally……
"I lost. Even though I couldn't understand it, I always believed in my sword."
After he came to his senses, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and even his hands holding the sword were trembling slightly.
Then, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, put away his sword and turned around. At the end, he paused for a moment and sighed from the bottom of his heart:
"Prince Han, you are right. Your sword is truly unrivaled!"
Han Mo: "..."
The whole process took only a few seconds. Han Mo was stunned by the unexpected development. Only after hearing the other party's sincere admiration did he loosen his right hand holding the sword, but he couldn't help feeling lucky in his heart.
It was almost there, just a little bit, and it would have “exploded”!
Although considering the powerful power of "The Art of Hidden Weapons", he wore a top-level magic weapon with close-fitting soft armor in advance.
However, he did not expect the other party to get so close so quickly, and if it detonated at such a close distance, he would be seriously injured even with the protection of soft armor.
As for the other party, I'm afraid that there will be no trace of his body left...
That was a close call——!
So, Han Mo successfully defeated Hu Zhuo.
However, what he gained was not the joy of victory.
But...
"How is this possible? The sword maniac actually lost?"
"What happened? Why did Hu Zhuo suddenly admit defeat? This kid is too lucky!"
"Hey, did you guys just hear what that little playboy Han Mo said?"
"It seems to be something like 'If Heaven had not given birth to me, Han Mo, the sword path would have been dark forever'?"
"What are you talking about? Does this kid think he is the reincarnation of a sword immortal?"
"Thank you. I have already deducted the three-bedroom and two-living-room units."
The curious discussions of the spectators echoed in his ears, but Han Mo instantly put on a mask of pain.
…I can’t hear anything, I can’t see anything!
Chapter 47: The Joy of the Saint (Two Chapters in One)
2023-11-10
With the end of the last round of competition in the Ascension Conference, the six sects will rank the top three based on the number of wins of the contestants. The top three will then each fight a match to determine the first place.
Because of his record of winning battles in a row, Han Mo even defeated Hu Zhuo, the strongest swordsman of the younger generation in Tianhai Prefecture. As expected, he ranked among the top three and also gained the right to freely choose one of the six sects' mental methods.