Bab 481: Chapter 481: Evil Spirit
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In the dojo, as the scene froze, everyone held their breath and watched in anticipation.
"Mo Xiao!"
Just as Mo Xiao was about to collapse, Mo Xin flashed and appeared next to her brother, reaching out to support him.
"Sister, sister, how did I do? Did I embarrass myself?" Mo Xiao, lying in his sister's arms, forcibly endured the intense pain from his twisted arm. His face twisted in agony, but he smiled at her.
Looking at her brother's appearance, with his left arm visibly bent and deformed, Mo Xin's gaze turned cold.
However, despite what she saw, Mo Xin had no choice but to smile and nodded at him.
"Yes, you did well!"
Upon hearing his sister's affirmation, Mo Xiao smiled happily, like a child who had received a reward.
Eventually, he couldn't withstand the pain in his body any longer and closed his eyes, slipping into unconsciousness.
Watching this scene, no one dared to speak. The oppressive atmosphere in the hall was almost suffocating.
In the dojo, this oppressive silence lasted for nearly a minute before someone broke it.
"We lost!"
The person who spoke was Jie Yue, the leader of the Vigor Sword Dojo.
"Master Jie, I..."
When Wu Yuan, who had fought against Mo Xiao, heard this verdict, he looked at Jie Yue with some unwillingness in his eyes, wanting to say something.
However, Jie Yue's stern gaze silenced him, preventing him from uttering a word.
"You should know that you have lost!"
Faced with Jie Yue's gaze, Wu Yuan fell silent, lowering his head in guilt.
Jie Yue approached and looked at the unconscious Mo Xiao in Mo Xin's arms, his eyes filled with respect. He said, "We lost. He is a swordsman worthy of respect."
"Now that we have lost, let us leave this place!"
Mo Xin raised her eyes, staring coldly at the other side.
"I apologize!"
Jie Yue understood her current state of mind very well. After all, her loved one was seriously injured, and her own path of swordsmanship might also be ruined as a result. The fact that she hadn't lost control of her emotions was already an extraordinary display of restraint in suppressing her anger.
Strictly speaking, as the challenging party, leaving in such a dejected manner would invite ridicule. However, since they had lost, they had to abide by the rules, especially considering that the other side had the background of the Sword God Palace. Even the Vigor Sword Dojo behind them was extremely wary.
Jie Yue didn't say anything else, just gave a meaningful look to his disciples, and they left in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
Zeng Yi followed behind them and quickly closed the door once they were all out.
Bang!
Zeng Yi returned to the dojo and saw Mo Xin using spirit power to nurture Mo Xiao's broken left hand. He couldn't help but sigh.
"For the sake of victory, the price is losing a hand. Is it really worth it?"
"I don't know. Maybe for him, it is worth it. Because he didn't just defeat his opponent, he also triumphed over his past weakness. Only with such determination can he be called a qualified swordsman, don't you think?" Mo Xin said calmly.
Zeng Yi agreed with her statement, but he couldn't fathom how she could maintain such a composed expression despite her brother's broken arm and the fact that he wouldn't be able to hold a sword again. He couldn't decipher what this person was thinking.
"Perhaps, but what will he do from now on? Will he give up on swordsmanship?" Zeng Yi couldn't imagine how devastated and pained Mo Xiao would be when he woke up and learned about his condition.
"Hehe, it's not that easy to give up. It's just a single hand. If this alone can make him give up on swordsmanship, then his determination to pursue the path of the sword is not enough. Besides, I'm sure he made a decision at that moment."
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When Mo Xiao opened his eyes again, he sat up from the bed and saw Zeng Yi sitting nearby.
"Awake?"
Mo Xiao looked at Zeng Yi, who was smiling at him. His mind was still a bit fuzzy, but the intense pain in his left arm made him quickly clear his head.
His left arm was wrapped in bandages, and a white sling hung around his neck, supporting his left hand.
Finally, Mo Xiao realized what had happened.
He looked at Zeng Yi and asked, "Brother Lang, how long have I been sleeping?"
"About two days. How do you feel now?" Zeng Yi asked with a smile.
Upon hearing Zeng Yi's words, Mo Xiao couldn't help but wryly smile. "My goodness, can you say I'm doing well in my current condition?"
"You even make fun of yourself. You look pretty spirited to me." Zeng Yi chuckled, patting his shoulder lightly.
The next moment, the room resonated with a miserable scream.
About a week later, Mo Xiao's body had mostly recovered, except for his immobile left hand.
On that day, Zeng Yi arrived at the dojo as usual, but this time, there was something different about it.
Because there was an additional figure in the dojo: Mo Xiao.
With his left hand wrapped in bandages and hanging from his neck, he held a bamboo sword tightly in his single hand, practicing his swinging and slashing technique.
When Mo Xiao saw Zeng Yi entering the dojo, he stopped his movements.
"Brother Lang."
"Hehe, why are you here so early today?" Zeng Yi walked over with a smile.
"I'm already like this. If I don't work hard, I'll really be abandoned by the sword." Mo Xiao said with a bitter smile.
He lowered his head, looking at the bamboo sword in his hand, and then at his useless left hand, feeling a sense of melancholy.
Clearly still so young, having not even dated a girlfriend yet, he had become disabled. Wouldn't it be even harder for him to find a girlfriend?
"What's wrong?" Zeng Yi asked.
"Do you think I can still grasp a sword?"
Zeng Yi was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You're just a teenager. Don't make it sound like you've experienced the vicissitudes of life and the hardships of a great catastrophe. Besides, aren't you holding a sword right now?"
Hearing Zeng Yi's words, Mo Xiao's slightly depressed emotions dissipated, and he raised his head, smiling at Zeng Yi. "That's right! It's just a crippled hand. I can still practice swordsmanship! Even my sister said so. Among the Nine Sword Saints of the Sword God Palace, one of them is a one-armed swordsman! So, I can definitely do it too!"
"Oh? You're quite confident. Do you want to become the next one-armed swordsman?"
"Well, that might be a bit difficult, but the road ahead is still long. Who knows, maybe one day I'll have an adventure and soar to new heights." Mo Xiao said with excitement.
Seeing Mo Xiao regain his confidence, Zeng Yi smiled, ruffled his hair, and then sat down on the floor, looking at him. He patted the spot next to him.
In response, Mo Xiao sat down next to Zeng Yi.
"Can you tell me about what happened between you and the Vigor Sword Dojo?" Zeng Yi asked.
Upon hearing these words, Mo Xiao's body involuntarily stiffened, and the smile vanished from his face, replaced by a solemn demeanor.
"Our Swift Wind Sword Dojo and the Vigor Sword Dojo? You can probably guess some of it, Brother Lang. Five years ago, our current empty dojo was the number one swordsmanship school in town, with numerous disciples. The Vigor Sword Dojo has always been behind us, competing for the top spot.
As dojos, we each have our own unique swordsmanship styles and impart our own techniques to our disciples, striving to excel.
But no matter where, wherever there is swordsmanship, there will always be conflict. The struggle between different dojos has never ceased.
That includes our Swift Wind Sword Dojo and the Vigor Sword Dojo.
Three years ago, my father, who was the current dojo master, had a showdown with the Vigor Sword Dojo master.
And the losing side would have to disband all their disciples, close the dojo for three years, and not accept any new disciples.
In the end, my father lost."
"So, your father died in that duel?"
Mo Xiao shook his head at the question.
"No, my father didn't die in that showdown. He was only defeated by a single strike. But after losing, as a swordsman, he had to abide by the vow he made and dismissed all the disciples, announcing the closure of the dojo." Mo Xiao spoke quietly.
"What happened next?" Zeng Yi asked.
"Because my father believed that the Swift Wind Sword Dojo was destroyed because of him, he blamed himself and drowned his sorrows with strong alcohol every day. In the end, he attracted an Evil Spirit."
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