Chapter 171 Victory or Loss
Chapter 171 Victory or Loss
Wang Mo smiled and said, "Then prove it to me."
Gu Zhuo said no more.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mo had already set off.
The wind suddenly blew, and the long robe on his body was rustling, and the distance of more than a hundred feet was shortened to a few breaths.
Although not as fast as the white light that seemed like the morning sun illuminating all living beings, he had already pushed his own realm to the limit at this time. Among those at the same realm, his speed was perhaps only slightly slower than that of a sword cultivator's sword.
What came faster than Wang Mo himself was his fist.
Wherever the fist passed, there was a vacuum. The rumbling sound caused by the lake water hitting the long dike was instantly dissipated on the long dike, suppressed by this extremely brutal punch. Only silence remained.
Compared with the previous white light, this punch is certainly stronger than the other, but what remains unchanged is the overwhelming and domineering aura.
Gu Zhuo’s response was simple.
Before the punch came, he casually reached out and picked a willow branch.
Then, the willow branch, like a sword or an arrow, flew out from his hand and shot towards Wang Mo.
The willow branch just passed over the fist, and the green leaves on the branch were torn into pieces by the vacuum created by the fist, becoming fluffy things that floated away, but the root of the willow branch was not damaged, and it went straight to Wang Mo's brow.
The willow branch was still tender, and there was no sign of the sword's sharpness shining from it. However, Wang Mo believed without hesitation that if he persisted, the willow branch would surely cause him serious injuries before his fist hit Gu Zhuo's body.
This is the warning from the heart of Tao.
Wang Mo's expression remained unchanged. He reduced the force of his fists slightly and his figure slowed down. He turned his head and missed the willow branch by a few millimeters.
Without waiting for him to raise his fist again, Gu Zhuo casually broke the willow branch and threw it out as before.
Just like before, this willow branch was still sharp and went straight to the vital point.
Wang Mo's eyes were calm.
He was very familiar with this scene.
At Cihang Temple, Xie Yinglian was defeated by this overwhelming attack. He was exhausted from dodging and had no power to fight back.
Since that day, he has been thinking about how he could deal with and crack this simple and unpretentious power.
The first step is to make Zhe Xue unable to get up again, which can avoid getting hurt to the greatest extent and then losing the possibility of continuing to fight.
However, he did not expect that Gu Zhuo was so powerful that he could use external objects as weapons at will. Even if he just picked a willow branch, he could make it into a sword. He was not limited to one object at all.
However... this is still meaningless after all.
A willow branch can be a sword, but how can it be a sword?
If it could be the same as a sword, then what is the need for the sword to exist?
The logic behind this couldn't be simpler!
With a light shout, the fist moved.
This time, Wang Mo's fist was not aimed at Gu Zhuo, but at the willow branch that broke through the air, intending to collide head-on with him.
At the same time, his footsteps never stopped for a moment, but continued to move forward, shortening the distance.
Just as Wang Mo judged, the willow branch was not a flying sword, nor was it made of rare treasures. It could not withstand overly strong impacts and forces. If it insisted on clashing with the fist, the only outcome would be shattering to pieces.
Just a moment before the encounter, Liu Zhi, moved by Gu Zhuo's thoughts, did not choose to face the sharp edge, but instead attacked other vital points around Wang Mo.
But this sudden change inevitably weakened the momentum, which is really not much different from an arrow shot at the end of its strength.
In the eyes of the onlookers, the willow branch was frightened by Wang Mo's fist, and fell to the side like a real broken willow branch, and was inserted into the soil with the last reluctance, and then there was no sound at all.
Gu Zhuo's eyes were calm.
He did not stop what he was doing, but continued to fold willow branches and throw them out.
Wang Mo's expression was just as determined as before.
Both of them are sticking to their own way of choosing to fight.
On the long embankment.
One of them casually broke a willow branch into a sword, and the other one moved forward step by step.
Smoke and dust gradually rose and the dusk deepened.
Changfeng Lake is as red as blood.
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"If this continues... it might not be good for Gu Zhuo."
"The two were initially a hundred feet apart. If Gu Zhuo could maintain this distance, he could at least remain undefeated."
"But that is not Gu Zhuo's choice."
"Wang Mo's punches are getting stronger and stronger."
"When this fist reaches its peak, perhaps we can fight across the border, I mean win."
"As expected, you are the only disciple of that arrogant man on earth."
"We are almost at the last ten feet."
The strong men from the old Wangjing clans fell silent, no longer using their spiritual consciousness to exchange opinions on this battle, and concentrated all their minds on it.
This short distance of ten feet may directly determine the outcome of the entire battle. Everything changes in an instant, so even they cannot be distracted.
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The realm of the supervisor is quite high. He has been in the state of purity for many years and is also known for his good eyesight.
If you can see the stars clearly at night, how can you not understand the situation of this battle?
Therefore, his judgment is more direct and straightforward.
Within ten feet, the sword is faster than the fist.
Gu Zhuo’s chance of victory lies therein.
If Wang Mo gets within five feet and gets close to Gu Zhuo, the battle will be over in an instant, and there should be no variables.
The biggest difference between the Supervisor's views and those of the old clan leaders is that he believes that Gu Zhuo does not want to retreat, but believes that once he retreats and hopes to maintain a safe distance, he will be defeated directly.
Wang Mo's fists and Taoist magic were definitely faster than Gu Zhuo turning around and leaving.
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Jin Cancan of Wuyou Mountain did not express any opinion.
He is only good at two things in his life: killing and doing business.
Fighting is not part of it.
Qiuzhi was very curious, but looking at that expressionless and serious fat face, he really didn't have the courage to speak. He could only watch the battle from afar across a lake of blood.
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...We have reached ten feet.
There was a slight rubbing sound.
A willow branch brushed past Wang Mo, leaving a tiny wound on his earlobe. Before the blood could seep out, it was blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.
Soon after, tears appeared on his clothes.
These are all traces left by willow branches.
At this distance, no matter how fast Wang Mo's fist is, it is not as fast as the sword.
Even if it wasn't a real sword.
Wang Mo had been prepared for this. He did not expect to be unscathed. He only wanted to protect his most vital parts, nothing more.
He did it very successfully. At a distance of ten to fifty feet, Gu Zhuo struck out seven times with swords in a very short time, leaving him with seven more wounds on his body, but they were all unimportant.
Five feet is approaching.
This distance is not short for ordinary people, but at this moment when Wang Mo's boxing power has reached its peak, it happens in a flash.
No longer a light drink.
An angry roar burst out from Wang Mo's lips.
A vast amount of true energy suddenly burst out from his body violently, all gathered in his fist, and then endless light flowed from between his fingers onto the embankment like water.
The sun has not yet set in the mountains.
It seems like a new sun has risen here.
Along with the infinite light, there came a heavy breath, which instantly enveloped an area of ten feet in radius, bringing down a mountain-like pressure, and the air became thicker by who knows how many times.
Being in it, not to mention coming and going freely, even taking a step becomes a difficult thing.
This is undoubtedly the most powerful means that Wang Mo currently possesses. It is also the reliance of the human pride who is known as the number one person under the Nascent Soul to travel across the world. It already has some rudiments of magical powers.
Light is the fastest thing in the world.
How can one hide in the light?
This is a blow that cannot be avoided or evaded, the only option is to take it head-on.
There was no wind, no rain, and even the scenery was flooded with light.
The world in front of Gu Zhuo was completely occupied by this punch.
If it was at the beginning of the battle, he could still rely on Zhexue to fight against this punch, attack the place where Wang Mo must save, and force him to retreat.
But now he had no sword in his hand. Even if he tried to break the willow branch again, it would probably be burned to ashes the moment he handed it over, leaving not a trace.
Wang Mo looked at Gu Zhuo and said nothing because it was too late.
But what he wanted to say was already in his eyes, without having to express it out loud.
——Give up the defeat.
Gu Zhuo understood this look.
So he calmly stretched out his hand and finally broke off a willow branch as his answer.
This time he did not throw the willow branch, but held it in his hand and stabbed it out like a sword.
Five meters have passed.
Wang Mo appeared in front of Gu Zhuo and punched him.
When the fist met the willow branch, it began to break into pieces and flew away with traces of burning.
The outcome seems to have been decided.
At this moment, Ye Yilan's eyes were full of worry.
However, the next moment, the little girl suddenly relaxed her brows and no longer looked worried at all.
An incredible scene appeared in the eyes of all the onlookers.
At the moment when the last willow branch broke, dozens or even a hundred willow branches that were originally buried in the soil suddenly trembled continuously until they broke out of the soil.
hum!
hum!
hum!
Dozens of identical voices rang out at the same time, eventually mixing and condensing into a sword sound that echoed throughout the long dike.
Amid the sound of swords, the nearly one hundred willow branches finally began to glow, so dazzling that it was breathtaking.
then.
They stabbed Wang Mo with their swords once again, allowing their bodies to burn to ashes within the five meters, but they did not stop and continued to attack.
The picture is extremely gorgeous.
From afar, the passing of each willow branch is like a tiny firework blooming.
Wang Mo's eyes became extremely sharp.
The light in his hand became more powerful, expanding inch by inch until it covered the entire area.
Gu Zhuo looked into Wang Mo's eyes through the light, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Without waiting for Wang Mo to do anything, he took the initiative to hand the willow branch forward.
The willow branches shattered instantly.
The force of the punch suddenly decreased.
Gu Zhuo put his fingers together to form a sword.
A sword light emerged from his fingertips and stabbed at the fist that was about to lose its power.
The two met each other.
A soft sound.
No longer a thunderous rumble.
Because long before this, more than ten willow branches had broken through the territory of light, pierced Wang Mo's robe, penetrated into his body, pierced his acupuncture points, and cut off the flow of his true energy.
The one who is at the end of his strength is no longer Gu Zhuo, but him.
At the previous moment, nearly a hundred sword lights with the same power as the initial one suddenly attacked his back. No matter how powerful his fists were, they could not withstand the endless sword force.
Defeat is a matter of course.
Gu Zhuo looked at Wang Mo, thought for a while, and said comfortingly: "You are very good."
After saying this, he gently pushed away the rough fist and pointed his sword.
A stream of blood spurted out and splashed onto the dark embankment, coming from a fist that once carried infinite light.
"I lost."
Wang Mo let his badly injured right hand hang down dejectedly, feeling the intense pain brought by the sword piercing through his body.
After a moment of silence, he looked up into Gu Zhuo's eyes and asked in a trembling but serious voice, "What is the name of this technique?"
(End of this chapter)