Chapter 47

Xiao Qixiu raised his right hand, signaling that the two could prepare.

Xu Xiaoshou calmly handed back the small copper incense burner and then pulled back to a considerable distance.

"Aren't you a close-combat fighter?"

Mo Mo was puzzled, looking at Xu Xiaoshou who had retreated to the edge of the arena, "I am also a close-combat fighter."

She pointed to herself, indicating that they could engage in close combat.

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled, close combat?

What a joke!

He took out a scabbard, inserted "Cangku" into it, thought for a moment, and then pulled it out, "Actually, I am a swordsman."

Mo Mo: "……"

"Since you are a congenital and so powerful, why don't you let me take a few strikes first? I'll attack first?" Xu Xiaoshou said shamelessly.

The audience rolled their eyes, look, is this human talk?

Does he have any sense of shame?

To everyone's surprise, Mo Mo actually nodded: "Okay."

"Hehe, thank you!"

Xu Xiaoshou paused and said, "Let's keep our distance!"

Xiao Qixiu couldn't stand it anymore; this Xu Xiaoshou was really pushing his luck!

He waved his hand, "The match begins!"

Mo Mo extended her hand, signaling Xu Xiaoshou to attack first.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked; he thought Mo Mo was just joking...

To keep one's word, she was a good person!

He had to teach her a lesson, to let her know that in this world, good people don't live long.

Xu Xiaoshou closed his eyes, and the serene white clouds imagery appeared, slowing down the wind and sand on the field.

"Net Sword Technique!"

He drew his sword with utmost concentration.

This was an improved version of the "Net Sword Technique," where the sword light no longer formed a two-dimensional net but a three-dimensional channel of sword light.

Even with the shape-shifting technique of the green vine, as long as one couldn't instantly appear behind Xu Xiaoshou, they would inevitably be hit by the sword net!

Mo Mo lightly inhaled the scent of the copper incense burner, showing no fear.

She slowly extended her left hand, and instantly, countless afterimages appeared.

Clang, clang, clang!

A very peculiar clear sound.

Every time her left hand struck a sword light, that sword light disappeared. The hundreds of sword lights in the net were all intercepted by her!

Xu Xiaoshou was frustrated.

This is...

Inhuman!

Do you also have "Sharp Light"?

He could see that Mo Mo was using a very ordinary spirit technique from the outer courtyard, called "Spirit Hand."

But who could cultivate "Spirit Hand" to this level...

Such fast hand speed, intercepting sword light with bare hands?

After all, this spirit technique is for close combat, right?

"It's my turn!" Mo Mo's calf tensed, and she charged forward.

Xu Xiaoshou was inwardly terrified, seal technique, he didn't want to clash with her!

Several sword lights shot out, but they couldn't stop Mo Mo, who quickly closed in.

Absolutely can't let her touch my body!

Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" was fully open, and he used "Cangku" for close combat, employing a close-range sword technique that had never appeared in his mind before.

Clang, clang, clang!

Still the peculiar sound.

Every time Mo Mo's palm struck, Xu Xiaoshou could feel "Cangku" weakening. After several strikes, he even felt "Cangku" choking.

Damn!

Xu Xiaoshou was full of pain, if this continues, won't the sword be destroyed?

"Close combat, then close combat, I'll fulfill your wish!"

He put "Cangku" back into the ring, feinted to dodge a punch, and grabbed it, then punched Mo Mo's chest.

Bang!

Mo Mo, with rich combat experience, instantly blocked with her right hand holding the copper incense burner. Even so, she was still blasted back over ten meters by the terrifying congenital physical strength.

"Success!" The audience stood up, excited.

They had never seen anyone defeat Mo Mo in a fist-to-fist fight, and more importantly, Xu Xiaoshou had forced her to use her right hand!

"Truly a congenital body, Xu Xiaoshou, keep it up!"

"Press on and win the championship!"

"Wait, look, Xu Xiaoshou's face looks very bad..."

The two stood facing each other, momentarily apart.

Xu Xiaoshou held his fist, looking constipated.

It really is a "seal technique"...

Just being touched, even without her attacking, after this punch, Xu Xiaoshou could already feel that half of his body's spirit energy was sealed.

If that's all, it would be fine, but he then discovered...

His physical strength was also sealed!

Even "Sharp Light" couldn't gather at his fist!

Xu Xiaoshou was a bit panicked. This was just one punch. If he fought a hundred or a thousand punches like with other opponents...

Wouldn't he be sealed into a giant baby?

A completely powerless one?

"How terrifying, how can there be such a bizarre congenital attribute power?" Xu Xiaoshou's heart trembled.

Mo Mo's left hand covered her right fist, slightly lowering her head. The wound torn by "Sharp Light" was rapidly healing.

"Indeed..." She frowned, not knowing what she was thinking.

If Xu Xiaoshou saw this, he would be amazed by a fellow practitioner, even thinking that this person's recovery ability was higher than his own.

But he was in a state of self-fear and didn't choose to attack.

"Still, I have to use the sword..."

Xu Xiaoshou looked into his mind. After just one round of the first battle, he wanted to activate a cheat and upgrade.

Passive value: 28766.

He re-drew Cangku, and the sword intent surged, making the entire arena tremble.

"Sword Mastery (Acquired Level 9)."

"Sword Mastery (Acquired Level 10)."

A large amount of knowledge flooded his mind, making Xu Xiaoshou feel as if he could destroy heaven and earth.

However, he searched around and couldn't find a way to break the current situation.

"Ah..."

Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath, sheathed "Cangku," but didn't let go of the hilt.

He looked at Mo Mo, who had also regained her composure, with a serious expression.

"You are very strong!"

"You too." Mo Mo smiled lightly.

"Compliment received, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes turned cold, "I'm going to get serious!"

"Likewise."

"Phew." Xu Xiaoshou exhaled lightly.

"Sword Mastery (Congenital Level 1)!"

...

The audience, seeing the two stop and chat on the stage, became impatient.

However, the next second, the Yun Platform, which could hold ten thousand people, shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

"What's happening?"

"An earthquake?!"

The audience was panicked, their faces pale. Xiao Qixiu also looked puzzled. He was about to reassure everyone when the sword on his back suddenly flew out.

Xiao Qixiu: ???

Not only him, but nearly two thousand people in the audience, as long as they had a sword, their swords all hummed and automatically unsheathed, floating in the air.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

Under the sky, thousands of swords trembled violently, the clanging sound almost tearing the eardrums.

"This is..." Everyone looked at the graceful young man on the stage with disbelief.

The young man's right hand was on the hilt, his waist slightly bent, his eyes still fixed on his opponent.

Mo Mo, seeing this, knew it was bad and pounced like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Whoosh—"

At this moment, a terrifying sword aura burst from Xu Xiaoshou, instantly knocking her back.

The sword intent soared into the sky, and with a crack, the barrier shattered instantly.

The visible white sword intent pierced through the void, rising to the ninth heaven.

Thousands of spirit swords were lifted by the sword intent, forming a torrent of sword weapons, swirling around Xu Xiaoshou, and finally bursting like fireworks.

With a loud bang, the sword weapons shot out from the ninth heaven, returning to the audience.

"Damn!"

"Congenital sword intent?!"

Xiao Qixiu's face was red, but his body felt a chill.

He looked at the young man on the stage, whose sword intent was raging, full of disbelief, but had to believe it!

In the arena, Mo Mo's forward momentum was knocked back, the sword intent tearing her, making her bleed, but she completely ignored it, her eyes fixed on Xu Xiaoshou.

"Congenital sword intent???"

Xu Xiaoshou felt the terrifying power of the sword intent, almost unable to resist sheathing his sword.

He pondered for a moment and nodded lightly.

"Probably."