章節 480: Chapter 480: The Infinite Potential of Wind
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Mo Xin looked at her younger brother walking out, feeling quite surprised.
The guy who had always been timid and afraid of trouble had suddenly become so brave today? This was something she hadn't expected.
However, as a man, being able to step up at this critical moment was also a form of strength.
As a swordsman, at the very least, one should not possess a cowardly heart. Mo Xin believed that a fearless heart to face the powerful and confront fear head-on was more important than talent and strength.
After all, as the heir of the Swift Wind Sword Dojo, this courage was not a waste of her identity as the heir.
Zeng Yi looked at Mo Xiao who came forward, and couldn't help giving Mo Xin a look, seeming to be asking for her opinion.
"Alright, let him go!" Mo Xin responded to Zeng Yi's gaze, smiling and nodding.
Seeing Mo Xin, the eldest sister, agreeing, Zeng Yi naturally had no objections. He looked at Mo Xiao, took a step forward, and brushed past him.
"Good luck!" Zeng Yi reached out and lightly patted his shoulder, giving him encouragement.
Mo Xiao turned his head and glanced at Zeng Yi. There was a confident look in his sharp eyes.
He picked up a bamboo sword and placed it vertically on the ground. He held the hilt with both hands, staring straight ahead, waiting for the opponent to come out.
On the side of the Vigor Sword Dojo, everyone looked puzzled when they saw the sudden change in opponent. All of their gazes couldn't help but look at the leader of their group, Jie Yue.
Jie Yue looked at Mo Xiao, then glanced at Zeng Yi behind him, feeling somewhat unable to understand the intention of the Swift Wind Sword Dojo.
Frankly speaking, if it was the unseen student behind, whom he hadn't met, he would think it was dangerous. After all, facing an unknown opponent, coupled with the fearless momentum of that person when they came to their door, he felt that this person was extraordinary.
But with a change in opponent, Jie Yue's worries were put to rest. Because, the person in front of him, he knew.
Mo Xiao, the son of the once thriving Swift Wind Sword Dojo master. But in Qingping Town, the general impression people had of him was simply as the younger brother of the genius spirit master, Mo Xin.
Yes, that was the general impression of Mo Xiao. All because his sister, Mo Xin, shone too brightly and was too powerful, causing few people to pay attention to him.
Compared to his sister Mo Xin, Mo Xiao's talent seemed ordinary and unremarkable, appearing inconspicuous. After all, before Mo Xin turned fourteen, she had already broken through to the Spirit Ancestor realm in terms of spirit power, and had even been specially invited by the Sword God Palace to train.
In comparison, Mo Xiao, who was currently fifteen years old, was only a two-ringed Spirit Grandmaster, and hadn't broken through to Spirit Ancestor. Such a comparison made him seem unremarkable.
But don't forget who Mo Xiao was being compared to! Mo Xiao's talent couldn't compare to his sister Mo Xin's, but not everyone in the Eastern Continent had the same level of talent as Mo Xin.
Looking at the younger generation, among the same age group, Mo Xiao's talent and cultivation speed were excellent, although not comparable to his elder sister Mo Xin, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
As the sword art teacher of the Vigor Sword Dojo, Jie Yue's vision naturally couldn't be so short-sighted.
He knew that if someone of the same age as Mo Xiao went up, they would definitely suffer a huge loss. Therefore, he could only let someone a few years older go up.
"Wu Yuan, you go!"
Hearing the leader's words, Wu Yuan, a student, walked out from the group and stopped in front of Mo Xiao.
Mo Xiao looked at the person in front of him, his throat involuntarily rolled, feeling a bit nervous.
This person in front of him was tall and burly, standing at a height of two meters, with a strong and robust body. The exposed muscles were like granite, full of powerful force.
This physique alone had brought great pressure to Mo Xiao.
"Haha, shameless." Seeing Wu Yuan being sent up by the Vigor Sword Dojo, Mo Xin sneered.
"What do you mean?" Zeng Yi, who was on the side, asked curiously.
"This person from the Vigor Sword Dojo is even older than me and has cultivation at least at Spirit Ancestor, nearly reaching the level of Spirit King. And he has the nerve to step up for a one-on-one fight."
After hearing this, Zeng Yi looked at the two confronting each other in surprise. You should know that Mo Xiao was only fifteen years old, just a Spirit Grandmaster, while the opponent was already at the Spirit Ancestor level, several years older. The difference in cultivation time and experience wasn't something that could be easily made up for with talent alone.
Zeng Yi looked at Mo Xin and asked, "Should we stop it?"
However, Mo Xin remained calm on her face and shook her head. "There's no need. This competition is simply a test of swordsmanship, and both sides can't use martial spirits and spirit power. Otherwise, how could I allow them to fight in my dojo? What if they break something?"
"Is there such a rule?"
"Of course! In the Eastern Continent, almost everyone is a spirit master. If everyone could freely use spirit power and martial spirits in battles, wouldn't it be chaotic?
Under the restrictions of the Sword God Pavilion, everyone must abide by this agreement. Sparring, challenging others to battle, all of these behaviors are basically disputes in swordsmanship. So, defeating the opponent with one's best swordsmanship is enough.
Unless it's a special request to use martial spirits and spirit power, you can submit an application to the branch halls of the Sword God Pavilion in various regions. If both sides agree, they are allowed to engage in battles between spirit masters.
Otherwise, all conflicts can only be resolved in the way of the swordsman!"
While Mo Xin explained, the representatives of the Swift Wind Sword Dojo, Mo Xiao, and Wu Yuan from the Vigor Sword Dojo had already begun their fight.
Their speed was very fast, although the swords in their hands were bladeless bamboo swords, but in this spacious dojo, a fierce sharpness filled the air.
As spirit masters, even if they didn't use spirit power, they possessed physical qualities that surpassed ordinary people. In the blink of an eye, the swords in their hands touched each other.
Figures crisscrossed, sword shadows flickered, in the blink of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged several moves.
But Zeng Yi, on the side, could clearly capture every movement of the two with his eyes, including even the slightest movement.
The rhythm, the breath, the heartbeat, were all within his grasp.
Just within a few moves, Zeng Yi knew that Mo Xiao was in a great predicament.
The opponent's burly body, powerful strength, combined with more abundant combat experience than Mo Xiao, made it difficult for him to catch his breath.
However, although the opponent was powerful with large sweeping attacks, Mo Xiao was able to rely on his versatile swordsmanship and agile footwork, utilizing the speed that the Swift Sword Art excelled in to keep up with his opponent.
But this alone would eventually lead to his defeat.
"It seems like he might lose." Zeng Yi watched their battle nonchalantly and said.
Mo Xin nodded in agreement, "It's already very good to achieve this much. He was always apprehensive of swordsmanship since childhood, and grew up in my shadow without ever being able to confront himself or confront swordsmanship directly.
But after our father passed away, after the decline of the dojo, that year when I returned alone and saw him sitting alone in the empty dojo.
That day, he cried and told me that it was his last time crying.
He started picking up the sword, facing himself directly, facing his inner self.
For him, the meaning of battle is not to avenge his father or inherit this dojo or to protect this dojo.
It's to avoid being the weakling he once was."
Hearing this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but freeze, looking at Mo Xiao, who held the sword hilt with his trembling and numb hands and endured the tremendous force from the opponent's strikes.
"I didn't expect that the guy who was always smiling, casual, and carefree would have such a story."
Mo Xin smiled faintly, "Now, he should be considered a true swordsman. Therefore, he will definitely win this fight!"
Zeng Yi looked at Mo Xin in surprise, "It seems like you have a lot of confidence in your little brother."
"No, I have confidence in you." Mo Xin said with a smile.
"Huh, what does that mean?"
Mo Xin turned her head and met Zeng Yi's puzzled gaze, saying, "Actually, when we were sparring, you never used your full strength, right?"
Her words made Zeng Yi stiffen, immediately feeling embarrassed.
"No, you're really powerful."
Seeing Zeng Yi's serious expression, Mo Xin smiled and said, "There's no need to deceive me, I can still perceive these things. Were you afraid that I would feel inferior because of this? My swordsmanship is not so fragile.
You're strong, probably the most powerful young swordsman I've ever seen.
During these past few months, haven't you been teaching him swordsmanship?
But, do you have no confidence in yourself?"
At Mo Xin's words, Zeng Yi couldn't help but smile and turned his gaze to Mo Xiao in the midst of his battle.
"The confidence isn't in him, it's in me."
"Yes. Indeed, the opponent is stronger than Mo Xiao in strength and physical ability. But there is only one large realm difference between them, and Mo Xiao is almost about to break through to the thirtieth level. So, this gap in physical fitness and strength can be compensated for through swordsmanship.
But the key point is whether he can seize it."
Bang!
Mo Xiao blocked Wu Yuan's powerful strike with his sword, and their swords collided, creating an explosive sound that sent out a wave of force.
The powerful force caused Mo Xiao to continuously step back, and at this moment, he was already at a disadvantage, it was only a matter of time before he lost.
The opponent's strong strength and large sweeping strikes made him extremely uncomfortable, and it was already his limit to receive such a sword.
This feeling was like being struck by a giant beast!
Now, even Mo Xiao's hands were trembling and numb, seemingly unable to hold the sword hilt steady.
But he knew that if he couldn't even hold the sword, then he would lose completely!
Was there a way to break through?
The opponent's swordsmanship was too strong, filled with power and explosiveness. Was this the Vigor Sword Art?
Could his own Swift Sword Art, which he had been learning, really defeat the Vigor Sword Art?
Keep in mind, even his father, who was so strong, lost!
Mo Xiao's face turned pale, a trace of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. He looked at the opponent rushing towards him, preparing for a powerful leap strike, feeling somewhat powerless.
Can I really defeat an opponent like this?
In Mo Xiao's eyes, a hint of confusion emerged.
Clearly, they were both practicing the Swift Sword Art, why was his sister able to cultivate such strength? Even Brother Lang, after just encountering it for less than a month, was already able to hone it to perfection.
Could it be that I really have no talent for swordsmanship?
At this moment, Mo Xiao remembered a sentence that Zeng Yi had said to him.
"Mo Xiao, remember, wind is infinite, it has all possibilities. This isn't just about speed. Sometimes, wind is a gentle breeze, extremely gentle, pervasive, invading everything. But at the same time, wind is a violent storm, with the momentum to destroy everything, engulfing the world!"
This is wind, it has countless changes, so it has infinite possibilities!
At this moment, the confusion in Mo Xiao's eyes dissipated, revealing a determination to win! His jet-black eyes, at this moment, seemed to be a storm that could devour everything, staring directly at the opponent who was leaping down.
At the critical moment, he reacted.
His trembling and numb hands suddenly gained strength. He tightly grasped the hilt with his right hand and thrust it forward!
Like lightning, the bamboo sword broke through the layers of air resistance, like a swift storm.
What is this guy doing? Doesn't he care about his life?
Wu Yuan widened his eyes, wearing an expression of disbelief.
This guy actually wanted to use his arm to block his strike.
Even if it was without using spirit power, even if it was a bladeless bamboo sword, if this strike landed on his arm, the force could still sever his arm!
Madman!
Bang!
The next second, the battle scene froze.
Mo Xiao's sword tip just stopped at Wu Yuan's neck, and he had used his left hand to block the opponent's strike.
His left arm snapped!
Wu Yuan widened his eyes, looking at the person in front of him, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
Just now, he felt the aura of death.
The opponent had held back! If this strike hadn't stopped, his neck would have been pierced without hesitation by the bamboo sword! And the cost to the opponent was just one left hand!
"Why?" Wu Yuan asked with a trembling voice, unable to understand why the opponent had done this.
But Mo Xiao only smirked, revealing his purplish lips.
"I won!"
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