booktalesy Chapter 105 Moon Pass
Chapter 105 Moon Pass
Lin Mu returned to the inn and retrieved a long spear, Feng Chui.
The spear was entirely black gold, with dark blue patterns that gleamed with a cold, somber light in the twilight. The large demonic fist bone at the end of the spear was gilded with a very faint, dark gold by the setting sun.
He stood in the center of the platform, the tip of his gun pointing diagonally at the ground.
Without a word, Zhou Ping stomped his left foot on the ground and thrust out the tip of his spear.
The first strike of the Soul-Severing Spear was a killing move; the spear tip made an extremely sharp hissing sound as it pierced the air, aiming straight for Lin Mu's throat.
Lin Mu turned to the side, the tip of the spear grazing his neck. He took a step forward and swept the butt of the spear across Zhou Ping's side.
Zhou Ping parried with his spear, and the two spears collided in mid-air with a crisp sound, sparks flying.
Zhou Ping used the momentum to retreat half a step, thrusting repeatedly with the tip of his spear, one spear after another, the spear shadows pouring out like a torrential rain.
Lin Mu strolled leisurely amidst the shadows of gunfire.
before.
before.
He took two steps forward, and the tip of the spear passed under Zhou Ping's armpit, missing its mark.
Rear.
Rear.
He retreated continuously, letting Zhou Ping's spear tip graz his chest.
Left.
Left.
He slid two steps to the left, braced himself against the ground with the butt of his gun, and used the momentum to move sideways.
right.
right.
He dodged to the right, letting Zhou Ping's sweeping attack pass over his head.
on.
on.
He leaped up with a sudden gust of wind, followed by another swift step, and the tip of his spear touched the air three inches above Zhou Ping's head before retracting.
under.
under.
He crouched down and swept his leg, the gun barrel slicing along the ground towards Zhou Ping's ankle.
His footwork was completely unpredictable; one moment he was facing us, the next he was behind us.
One moment they were high up, the next they were gliding close to the ground.
Zhou Ping's spear thrusts faster and faster, but each thrust lands precisely where Lin Mu had just stood moments before.
The hissing sound of the gun tip piercing the air grew more and more frequent, but it never managed to touch Lin Mu's clothes.
The moment Zhou Ping missed with his spear again, Lin Mu flicked the tip of his spear diagonally.
The dark gold patterns of the wind spikes rose along the shaft to the tip of the spear, precisely hitting three inches in front of Zhou Ping's throat.
Zhou Ping's spear remained in a thrusting position, the tip still half a foot away from Lin Mu's shoulder.
He looked down at the black spear pressed against his throat, smiled bitterly, and withdrew the spear, admitting defeat.
After observation, you may replicate the technique: Soul-Severing Spear. Replicate or not?
Lin Mu silently said "yes" in his heart.
There was a moment of silence on the platform, then a commotion erupted.
"Who is this man? Chuzhou lost, Fanyang lost, and now Zhou Ping has lost too. It seems our Xianzong's illustrious reputation is about to be ruined by him."
"There are senior brothers at the Core Formation Realm, but it's not honorable to win against someone at the Transformation Realm."
"Go find Senior Brother Yue Guan. Although Senior Brother Yue Guan has not yet condensed his core, he is already half a step into the core condensation stage, and his qi can leave his body. It wouldn't be an unfair victory to fight him."
Someone in the crowd shouted first, and then several disciples ran towards the depths of the valley.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the disciples escorted a person out of the bamboo forest path.
Moon Pass.
He was in his early twenties, wearing a moon-white robe, with a handsome face and exquisitely beautiful features.
She possesses a kind of beauty that makes you feel like you've wandered into the wrong place when she stands among a group of rough-looking martial artists.
He carried a long sword in his hand, the scabbard engraved with several extremely fine and dense wind patterns, and a tiny dark red gemstone embedded in the hilt.
Yue Guan walked to the center of the platform, glanced at Lin Mu, then at the several junior brothers beside him who looked unconvinced, and drew his longsword.
The sword's blade gleamed with a very faint, thin layer of blue light in the twilight.
"Moon Pass".
"Sword Name: Flowing Frost".
Please enlighten me.
Lin Mu showed no politeness, stomping his left foot on the ground and thrusting out the tip of his spear.
Yue Guan sidestepped, his longsword slashing diagonally.
Before the sword even arrived, a tear appeared in Lin Mu's clothes.
It wasn't the sword's edge that cut it, but the sword's energy.
A very thin, faint layer of blue light extended from the tip of the sword, about three inches long, shaped like a crescent moon.
The members of the Xianzong sect cheered.
Although Yue Guan's sword energy was only three inches long, which was not enough to deal with a Core Formation Realm cultivator, it was almost an unbeatable advantage at the Transformation Realm.
He can hit you, but you can't hit him.
Lin Mu looked down at his torn clothes, gripped the Wind Thorn tightly again, and thrust the spear tip repeatedly, each thrust precisely aimed at Yue Guan's wrist holding the sword.
One inch long, one inch strong.
The Wind-Piercing Spear is over seven feet long, while Moon Gate's sword is only three feet long. Even if the sword energy extends three inches further, it would still only be three feet and three inches.
Lin Mu kept the distance firmly outside the range of Yue Guan's sword energy. Every time the spear tip thrust out, Yue Guan had to parry with his sword, but the sword energy was always just a little short of reaching Lin Mu's body.
Yue Guan's footwork was also extremely fast. He dodged and weaved through the shadows of the spears, occasionally taking a step closer, raising his longsword, and the sword energy grazed Lin Mu's shoulder, slicing off a piece of clothing.
Lin Mu sidestepped the sword energy, then swept the back of his spear, forcing Yue Guan back.
The two exchanged blows on the platform, their gunshots and sword flashes clashing and intertwining in the twilight.
Yue Guan's white robe was pierced in several places by the spear tip, and Lin Mu's clothes were also torn to shreds by the sword energy.
By the fortieth round, a thin layer of sweat had appeared on Yue Guan's forehead, but his breathing remained steady.
Lin Mu did not go all out either.
He didn't use any punches, no inch-force, no righteous energy, and he didn't even wear the "Shattering Mountains and Rivers" weapon.
This can be considered a friendly match.
Finally, Jiang saw that the two were deadlocked and called for a stop.
The disciples watching looked at each other, and someone sighed first, muttering, "Even Senior Brother Yue Guan couldn't defeat him." Then the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.
Lin Mu stood still, looked down at the spear in his hand, and then at Yue Guan's departing figure.
While he was fighting Yue Guan, he kept observing; sword energy is a fatal attraction for people who have traveled through time.
Powerful and flamboyant.
But he simply couldn't replicate it.
Logically speaking, the opponent is only at the Transformation Realm, and all martial arts techniques can be copied.
Is it because of the sword energy?
However, today was very fruitful.
Lin Mu looked towards the myriad methods of martial arts.
The words "化劲" (Huàjìn) are written in the center of the first page.
之后是【通臂拳20/100】、【追雁腿33/100】、【断魂枪30/100】。
A moment later, Lin Mu followed several disciples who had just finished their practice towards the kitchen.
It was called a kitchen, but it was actually an open space next to a bamboo grove, with several large pots placed on stones, steaming away inside.
There were no tables or chairs, no cooks; the food was served in large wooden barrels, and the dishes were arranged on bamboo trays, which the cooks picked up themselves.
The line for food was sparse.
Some people squatted by the waterfall with bowls in their hands, dipping their toes into the pool, eating while their faces were soaked by the spray.
Some people lean against the bamboo, take a couple of bites, close their eyes and doze off, then wake up and continue eating.
Some people simply put their bowls on a stone, lie down, and only reach out to take a bite every now and then.
The Idle Sect truly lives up to its name, exuding an air of carefree leisure in every aspect.
When it was Lin Mu's turn, he looked down at the dishes in the bamboo tray.
Green vegetables, tofu, and stir-fried bamboo shoots.
There were a few slices of extremely thin white meat in the bowl next to it, so thin that they were translucent. I counted seven or eight slices in total, and the previous disciples had already picked them up until the bottom of the bowl was visible.
He ate a bowl of rice, picked up a few bites of vegetables, walked to the waterfall, and found a rock to sit on.
I took a bite; there wasn't enough salt.
I took another bite, and there was almost no oil residue.
He held the bowl and looked around.
The disciples of the Xianzong sect ate with great ease. Some rolled vegetables into their rice and ate them like sushi, while others mashed tofu and mixed it with their rice, eating it with gusto.
No one complained, no one frowned, as if eating itself was part of a spiritual practice.
It cultivates simplicity and tranquility of mind.
But how can these things be used to learn martial arts?
When he was defending Heyuan, he ate at least two catties of beef every day and ate Qi Xue Dan like candy to withstand the consumption of Hua Jin and the explosive power of his fist.
Martial arts is about strengthening muscles and bones, which rely on qi and blood, and qi and blood rely on flesh.
Vegetables and tofu cannot provide the physique needed to withstand a punch from a monster at the Core Formation stage.
He picked up a thin, translucent piece of white meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and thought he would have to eat some meat later.