Capítulo 91: Why are there always tears?
"What? Master Horus, are you truly not going to stop your disciple? In terms of overall combat power, his martial prowess is a hundred, while mine barely reaches sixty.
I will be utterly trampled!" My training on Skull Island had transformed me, yet Horus had not endowed me with sixty years of experience. Although the gap between me and his disciple had narrowed, in a real fight, I would still be at a disadvantage.
"Since Luo Dajun has not trained with me for long, you can take this opportunity to engage him in battle and gain insight into the warrior's spirit."
"What nonsense about the warrior's spirit! I no longer require such a thing!" Luo Dajun's crystal trident whipped up a tempest of snow, intent on obliterating me on the spot; his stance was anything but one of friendly sparring.
As he unleashed the ferocity within him, the violent aura even caused the atmospheric pressure to surge to three thousand millimeters of mercury, making it clear that my previous victory over him had been sheer luck—there was no room for chance in a true contest of strength.
"However... something feels strange." I hastily secured the Evil-Breaking Sword Box to my back, concentrating my mental energy as the only alchemical flying sword I could summon leaped forth. The orange-yellow blade arced gracefully under my control, aiming for Luo Dajun's lower back.
This fifth-grade alchemical sword had a maximum attack range of seventy-five meters, which was sufficient for this confrontation.
"Damn it!" Luo Dajun swung his crystal trident to block the Evil-Breaking Sword, but the flying sword's agility exceeded his expectations. It spiraled around the shaft of the trident and struck down precisely.
In a fit of rage, the young man leaped back, retracting the trident, then unleashed it in a powerful thrust from his side, accurately ensnaring the Evil-Breaking Sword. The unmatched force contained within the trident sent my alchemical flying sword hurtling away.
"He is Master Horus's disciple; how could he not have absorbed the essence of his master's martial arts? His current fighting style is entirely about overpowering with sheer strength, which stands in stark contrast to the philosophy of achieving maximum results with minimal effort and exploiting the enemy's weaknesses."
In the briefest moment, we had exchanged over ten blows, and my confusion deepened. Luo Dajun's combat techniques were bold and unrestrained, imbued with an indescribable ferocity.
Had it been the me before my time on Skull Island, facing such an opponent would have left me with no choice but to surrender. But now, things were different. Although my strength, speed, true energy, and even my techniques were far inferior to his, I could still withstand his relentless onslaught without faltering.
If I were to summon my magical wings now, I could easily escape, and Luo Dajun would not be able to stop me. However, this battle was far more exhilarating than anything on Skull Island, and I did not wish to miss this opportunity. I sensed something new, something Horus seemed reluctant to teach me.
"Yes, this is it; it must be the fighting style and the direction of martial arts." After skillfully evading one of Luo Dajun's wind and snow tornado strikes, I suddenly grasped the obstacles I had pondered for so long, experiencing a moment of clarity.
The pinnacle of martial arts should stem from a singular source, yet the path to that pinnacle surely takes many forms.
While Horus's teachings had many merits, they lacked the grandeur of Luo Dajun's approach. An excessive pursuit of precision in strength could indeed stifle growth. Moreover, such a combat style demanded extensive calculations, alleviating physical strain but placing a heavy burden on the mind.
Just as in business, some wealthy individuals are conservative, never taking risks and slowly accumulating wealth until they rival nations, while others are opportunists, betting everything on a chance and becoming world-renowned tycoons in mere years.
There is no absolute right or wrong; both paths lead to wealth, regardless of whether one walks the path of virtue or vice.
Understanding this, my admiration for Master Horus deepened; he could guide me and Luo Dajun in discovering our respective martial styles, having undoubtedly reached a level where he comprehends the essence of all power and the true nature of things.
With a sudden withdrawal of the alchemical flying sword, I circled my hands, and a crescent ice blade formed instantly, spinning and shooting forth, forcing Luo Dajun to confront it head-on. He shattered the crescent ice blade with his crystal trident, but it caused a momentary lapse in his momentum.
I soared into the sky, my magical wings unfurling, and with two powerful beats, I ascended over forty meters.
"I shall return to fight again tomorrow; today, I have urgent matters to attend to."
"Leaving won't be so easy." As I flew, I noticed Luo Dajun sprinting after me, his legs spread wide, his posture reminiscent of Zhao Zilong charging through a sea of enemies in the opening animation of the game "Dynasty Warriors 4".
We quickly approached Busia Bay, and upon seeing my rented yacht still undisturbed in the water, I sighed in relief, contemplating how to evade Luo Dajun's pursuit. Suddenly, an icy chill ran down my spine, as if some ferocious beast were about to emerge from its cocoon. Even Luo Dajun halted, leaping onto a large rock to gaze into the bay.
The wave erupting from my yacht was unmistakable; it shot straight up, clearly from the vessel itself rather than the ocean's surface. This bizarre scene sent shivers down my spine, and dozens of holy light orbs materialized around me. The thought of Pan Li'er still aboard filled me with dread. "This is bad; I must save her!"
As I folded my wings, halfway to the ground, a graceful figure emerged from the relentless water, surrounded by countless transparent water orbs, swirling like bubbles, exuding a dreamlike beauty.
"The Triple-Blade Spear of Goddess Pan." This was not my first encounter with such a scene; the woman stepping forth from the water bore the very weapon that was the artifact of the Goddess Pan, ruling over the seven seas—her Triple-Blade Spear.
"Pan Li'er, how have you changed so?" The woman, holding the Triple-Blade Spear, was tall and curvaceous, clad in exquisitely delicate armor that covered only the most vital parts of her form. Despite her transformation, I still recognized her familiar visage.
"Wang Lin, do you still remember me? I had to leave you, yet I could not bear to do so." Pan Li'er's words confirmed my suspicions, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with a torrent of emotions, unsure of what I truly felt.
Her enchanting eyes shimmered with tears, which fell like glistening droplets, transforming into transparent bubbles that floated in the air.
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