398: Chapter Fifty-Six: High Spirits and Rapid Progress _1 398: Chapter Fifty-Six: High Spirits and Rapid Progress _1 Jiang Wang abandoned the notion of observing his opponent, and as soon as the competition ground materialized, he had transford into a fla teor, whizzing in.
Within Niu Hanxun’s field of view, a teor streaked across the vast Discussion Platform in an instant, then revealed its humanoid shape—a youth with an exceptionally determined gaze.
Just as he was fully engaging his Soldier Slayer to attack, the five qi within his body suddenly collapsed into chaos, and threads of qi from inside turned him into a bound state.
This duration was not long.
With his current strength, he could easily suppress such turmoil in his body’s qi.
But as his body regained its freedom, he also heard bird calls.
Chirp chirp chirp, chirp chirp chirp!
No, it wasn’t just bird calls.
Clang!
Whoo!
Thump!
Zing!
…
Set of bells, flute, drum, pipa, zither, se, yu, seng…
So sounds were unfamiliar to him, so he knew well, but they all were enchanting.
It was an enchantnt he had never experienced before.
Eight sounds played at once, eight tones rang together.
He felt as though he was being torn into countless pieces that, with each distinct sound, were disintegrating into different parts—and with the unreserved infusion of this Dao Technique, this sensation indeed beca a reality.
A dense flock of Fla Sparrows sward in and exploded along with him.
The only thought left swirling in his mind was,
“So…
so strong!”
…
Mo Zhu was a disciple of the Mo Family from Ju City.
The surna ‘Mo’ actually didn’t represent much; it’s just that many disciples of the Mo Family changed their surna to ‘Mo’ to signify their lifelong dedication to the Mo Gate.
The parents of Mo Zhu had done so, thus naturally, so did he.
Many others were in a similar situation, including Mo Jingyu.
However, he was an already well-known genius recognized across nations, while Mo Zhu was still relatively unknown.
Those not familiar with the Mo Family often had the misconception that the Mo Family was led primarily by those with the surna ‘Mo’.
In fact, this was a misunderstanding.
Even within the confines of the Mo Gate, those truly born with the surna ‘Mo’ were indeed scarce, and many had changed their nas.
It’s more akin to the religious nas taken by Taoists and Monks upon joining their orders, yet it’s more flexible, not compulsory, and doesn’t grant any preferential treatnt within the Mo Family or subject those without the surna to discrimination—it’s purely a matter of commitnt.
Mo Zhu’s Moon Key was acquired in a dream; he simply woke up with it one day.
He didn’t know how others obtained theirs and had never discussed it.
After years of cultivation, his strength was actually quite formidable, ranking seventy-third in the Ascending Dragon Realm within the Taixu Illusion Realm.
During his travels to neighboring countries, he rarely encountered a peer who could defeat him in the sa realm.
This was likely also due to his discretion, seldom showing his true martial power in the real world.
In the current Mo Gate, there are two prevailing trends in the field of chanical puppets: complexity and magnification.
However, Mo Zhu had his own inclinations and choices.
The achievent of his chanical Techniques was embodied in a single chanical axe.
A chanical battle axe with a sharp design.
Compared to the thousands of chanical crows or those gigantic chanical giants towering dozens of zhang high and bulldozing mountains and rivers, a re chanical battle axe might seem unremarkable.
But only Mo Zhu knew how much effort he had put into it.
To project this chanical axe into the Taixu Illusion Realm, he had expended a full five hundred points of rit.
Fortunately, he was now ranked within the top hundred of the Ascending Dragon Realm, and as long as he maintained that position, he would receive a fixed daily reward of rit.
It was ten points in the Circulation Realm and eighty points in the Ascending Dragon Realm.
It was tantamount to securing the gains of one victorious battle—this too was a chanism to encourage active match-ups in the Taixu Illusion Realm.
Wielding the chanical battle axe, Mo Zhu rose onto the Discussion Platform.
Before him stood a handso young man holding a very ordinary sword, probably not a projection of a real-world weapon.
His stance was stable, his gaze determined, and his aura was confident.
He was a formidable opponent indeed.
Mo Zhu silently analyzed in his heart.
He wasn’t one to express himself outwardly, but his mind was clear.
The grip, finely tuned countless tis, fit snugly into his palm, with every finger resting comfortably in place.
He gently pressed, and the blade of the axe extended in a slight curve.
The most fascinating aspect of this chanical battle axe was that it purely relied on chanical techniques to inscribe three thousand six hundred and fifty-one axe thods within it, capable of handling all kinds of extre situations.
There is a famous saying from the Confucianists that actually fits quite well when describing the Mo Gate’s fighting style—
“The nobleman’s nature is not different; he is good at making use of tools.”
There is no difference between a nobleman and an ordinary person, except that the nobleman is adept at using tools.
Under heaven, there is no other school that is more skilled at utilizing tools than the Mo Gate.
The people of the Mo Gate believe that the reactions of chanical puppets must be stronger than the reactions of living beings themselves.
If not, then the chanical puppets have not yet reached perfection.
Because chanical puppets are constant, precise, and do not make mistakes.
As for Mo Zhu, he had already analyzed Jiang Wang at the first opportunity and made the most suitable range choice.
His form of combat was that he controlled the overall direction, while the chanical battle axe made specific and minute responses to ensure the most optimal response based on his own conditions in any situation.
Although it was just a chanical axe, in essence, it was like controlling a chanical puppet in combat.
It might be difficult for him to have sudden outbursts of power, but it was also hard for him to make mistakes.
His seventy-third rank was incredibly stable, genuine and valid.
And now, he was ready.
This was unrelated to confidence or lack thereof.
Without stability, the puppet was aningless.
Then Mo Zhu saw that the young man moved, the Longsword unsheathed, and the figure already closing in.
Those eyes, usually gentle yet firm, instantly shifted emotions, transforming the vast Cang Sea.
Ancient, yet intense.
Sorrowful, but uplifting.
Those were the eyes of an old man, but far from ordinary.
Those were the eyes of a hero, but at twilight.
That sword thrust straight toward him, simple yet exhausted of all variations.
Veteran soldiers had seen countless life and death situations.
He found himself completely at a loss for a response, bereft of thought, unable to even narrow down an appropriate range.
He discovered that not one of the three thousand six hundred and fifty-one axe thods he had painstakingly gathered could counter it!
Despite this, the chanical battle axe in his hand still struck back with peak killing power, without any reduction in force.
chanical puppets cannot be bewildered, for they do not think.
This is the superiority of chanical techniques.
It gave him a trace of confidence even in a daze.
But that sword still pierced his heart, as if it had never encountered any resistance.
His axe had clearly been swung, yet it was as if nothing had happened.
Nevertheless, he was defeated.
“What swordsmanship is this?” Mo Zhu was not a man prone to talkativeness, but he asked.
He was genuinely curious and wanted to know the answer.
So he heard a clear voice say— “The Twilight of an Old General.”
What an…
appropriate na.
He thought, before leaving the Discussion Platform.
…
Jiang Wang, holding nothing back and unleashing full combat strength, blazed his way through the competition.
Niu Hanxun, Mo Zhu, they were but one of the defeated under his hand.
The Eight-Tone Fla Sparrows and the Sword of the Human Path allowed him to encounter almost no resistance before the fiftieth rank.
After the fiftieth rank, the battles beca slightly more difficult.
By the twentieth rank, he had to give his all in every match.
And the ti needed to search for opponents on the Discussion Platform grew longer and longer.
Zhongxuan Shengzhi knew he was challenging for a higher ranking in the Taixu Illusion Realm, using various masters to refine the recently ford Sword of the Human Path and perfect the combat system, so he tried not to disturb him as much as possible.
This was a rare ti without any distractions, where he could focus solely on fighting in the Taixu Illusion Realm.
It also allowed him to uncover secrets he had never discovered before.
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