Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 193 Parrot Song vs. Black Widow, Surrender!

Hei Bai Xuan Jian's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.

Shouldn't the Vertical Sword Technique be the sword style of the Guigu School? How could you, a leader of the Mohist School, be so proficient in it!
"Big Boss!"

Gongsun Li helped Jing Ke, who was slumped on the ground, to his feet; her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

The two looked up at the figure in black robes, their hearts filled with awe at the magnificence of that sword strike.

Jing Ke shook his head, regaining his composure. He pulled Gongsun Li back a few steps and asked in a low voice, "No, that's not right. You're not the Boss Juzi!"

Although they possessed equally powerful Mohist energy and wore the same black robes.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discern the differences between the two. The person in front of them is not only taller, but also has a completely different demeanor.

More importantly, the sword in his hand was not Mo Mei's!
Mo Yu casually took out a jade pendant, or rather a jade plaque, and waved it in front of Jing Ke.

A hoarse voice came from under the bamboo hat: "I am Master's disciple. You may call me 'Six-Fingered Qin Demon'."

As soon as he finished speaking, all three of them stared at his sword-wielding hand. They counted and counted, but still couldn't find the 'sixth finger'.

Although with his current strength and the level of recognition Six-Fingered Black Knight has for him, he no longer needs to wear a disguise.

However, considering the acceptance level of Wei Mo's disciples and the reaction of the Han court and public to his expansion of influence into the Wei state.

He felt it would be better to wear a disguise, which was also a major consideration for not bringing more people.

Meanwhile, deep in the forest.

Two beautiful figures entangled and fought.

Yingge wore a dark green cloak, her black hair flowing like willow branches in the wind, her eyes were clear and cold, and she held two short blades, as nimble as a bird in flight.

She was ordered by Nightfall to assassinate Commander Mo Yu of Hanmo, but somehow her identity was exposed.

Mo Yu did not expose her, but instead treated her as a disciple of the Mo family and ordered her to intercept the assassins of the Luo Wang lurking in the shadows.

Faced with Mo Yu's abyss-like eyes, she couldn't muster the courage to resist. She had no choice but to bewitch herself and step into this life-or-death struggle, engaging in a fierce battle with Black Widow, the assassin from the Luo Wang organization who was supposed to be her ally.

The spider, hiding in the darkness weaving its web, was spotted by a keen bird.

Black Widow was forced to emerge from the shadows, her face half-covered by a mask. The spiderweb pattern on her purplish-black outfit was faintly visible in the moonlight, and the merciless silk threads fluttered at her fingertips.

With a flick of his fingers, the Heartless Silk suddenly contracted, transforming into an invisible sword net that stretched across Yingge's front.

The fine threads gleamed with a cold light, cutting through the air with a low hum, exuding a chilling killing intent, as sinister as a spider hunting its prey.

Yingge moved with the lightness of the wind, leaping into the air with a light touch of her feet, and slashed out with two short blades, revealing a slight opening in the sword net.

Seizing the opportunity, she leaped through, her skirt billowing like the sea, her movements swift and unparalleled.

"Ha!" Black Widow sneered, her eagle-claw-shaped metal nails twitching slightly, and her merciless silk threads twisted like living things, weaving into a net once more, attempting to entangle Parrot's legs.

Parrot was prepared; with a backhand slash of its short blade, the silk threads snapped instantly. After landing, it rolled to close the distance, the short blade aimed directly at Black Widow's throat.

The fallen leaves in the forest were cut down by the sword threads, falling like rain, with murderous intent lurking everywhere.

Every step may seem graceful, but in reality, it's like walking on a tightrope. A slight misstep and you'll be torn to shreds by the sword net, leaving no trace of your body.

Yingge was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

She didn't know why she obeyed Mo Yu's orders. Her mission was to assassinate him, but his unfathomable aura and playful attitude made her lack the courage to expose herself.

This thin veil of secrecy between friend and foe became her fig leaf. To continue the pretense, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry out orders, willingly stepping into this trap that could cost her her life at any moment.

Yingge was even amused by his own foolishness, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.
To fight for the enemy and to kill one's allies—how absurd is this world!

With a flash, he passed through the gap in the merciless silk, following closely behind the Black Widow who was trying to create distance.

The short blade sliced ​​through the air, approaching the opponent's throat. Black Widow dodged to the side, and her merciless silk wrapped around Parrot's waist, sealing her agile movements.

Parrot leaped back, its body arching backward, narrowly avoiding the sharp silk threads. Upon landing, however, the sword threads tore a corner of its dark green cloak. The two blades clashed, transforming once more into a streak of green, hurtling straight at Black Widow.

A cold glint flashed in Black Widow's eyes as she was about to retreat, leading the foolish bird step by step into the trap she had already laid.

The merciless silk danced at her fingertips, layer upon layer, concealing deadly intent, as if an even larger spider web was about to tighten, ready to completely strangle Yingge.

However, at this moment——

"Whoosh!" An arrow pierced through the dense forest on the right, moving with astonishing speed and whistling through the air, heading straight for Black Widow's back.

Black Widow reacted extremely quickly; in the blink of an eye, the merciless threads suddenly contracted, transforming into layers of overlapping sword nets that blocked her path.

The arrow struck the sword wire, severing three wires in succession with a crisp snapping sound, but ultimately, exhausted, it was cut in two by the sword net and fell to the ground.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing through the shadows of the forest.

A burly man carrying a bow walked out slowly, his laughter booming, followed by forty or fifty Mohist disciples.

These disciples held loaded crossbows, the bolts gleaming coldly in the moonlight, their tips all aimed at her, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"Hahaha, brothers, shoot this woman to pieces!" Zhao Tuo grinned, his longbow trembling and emitting a low hum.

The second arrow shot out like lightning, piercing the sky.

At the same time, forty or fifty powerful crossbows pulled their triggers in unison, and with the whistling of arrows piercing the air, dozens of cold lights poured down like a torrential rain, engulfing the Black Widow.

Her expression changed drastically, and her eyes, hidden behind the half-mask, turned icy cold.

With a swift flick of his fingers, the merciless threads rapidly contracted, transforming into an impenetrable net of swords that blocked his path.

The rain of crossbow bolts crashed against the shore like a raging tide, repeatedly striking the sword net, the sound of the silk threads snapping echoing everywhere.

The sword net teetered precariously under the intense impact, its fine threads flying everywhere, like a spider web collapsing.

But with that momentary delay, Black Widow retreated rapidly, dodging most of the incoming crossbow bolts with incredible speed, her purplish-black outfit leaving a trail of afterimages in the moonlight.

However, Zhao Tuo's first arrow was unstoppable, severing several silk threads. Although its force was slightly reduced, it still pierced through the sword net, grazing her bare shoulder and leaving a trail of bright red blood.

Blood splattered on the ground, staining the withered leaves red. Black Widow groaned, her steps faltering slightly, but she endured the pain and tried to regroup her sword net.

But just then, a green shadow, even faster than her, approached.

The invisible sword net had been disrupted by the powerful crossbow bolts, so Yingge no longer needed to focus on sensing the airflow to confirm the position of the sword net, allowing her to maximize her lightness skill.

The two blades crossed, transforming into an incomparably swift bird, easily piercing through the loose spiderweb's defenses.

A flash of surprise and anger crossed Black Widow's eyes; her shoulder injury made her movements slightly sluggish.

He formed a sword with his fingers, his fingertips wrapped in ruthless, eagle-claw-shaped metal nails, and blocked the deadly blade aimed at his throat.

"Clang!" Sparks flew as the short blade clashed with the fingernail.

Leaves fluttered in the forest, sword threads and short blades intertwined, their cold light flashing.

Parrot moves like a bird, wielding short blades with swift and deadly precision; Black Widow, on the other hand, manipulates the remaining threads with her fingernails, concealing deadly intent within her defense, attempting to entangle and launch a counterattack.

Two women, both known for their physiques, clashed in close combat and instantly became locked in battle.

Their figures intertwined, like a life-or-death struggle between a bird and a spider, each move teetering on the edge of life and death.

Not far away, after shooting his second arrow, Zhao Tuo leaned against an ancient tree, holding his longbow, and watched from the side.

Forty or fifty Mohist disciples lined up behind them, their crossbows lowered but they remained on guard.

One of Wei Mo's disciples, clearly not yet accustomed to Han Mo's style, timidly stepped forward and whispered, "Brother Tuo, aren't we going up to help?"

"The commander's order is for her to deal with Black Widow, so we should just watch quietly."

As he spoke, Zhao Tuo's gaze turned stern, and he slapped the disciple on the shoulder with such force that the disciple staggered: "You brat, remember this well, the commander's orders are absolute!"

"Brother Tuo... I know." The disciple shrank his neck.

Thinking of that leader who claimed to be a disciple of the Grand Master and was known as the "Six-Fingered Qin Demon," Wei Mo couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. Initially, Wei Mo's disciples were quite dissatisfied with this "Six-Fingered Qin Demon" who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and had never had any reputation before.

Although he claims to be a disciple of the Six-Fingered Black Knight, the master of the Mohist school, and holds a jade tablet, obeying orders and respecting him are two different things.

Wei Mo, after all, was a person of his own, so how could he easily submit to an outsider?
However, what happened next made these disciples deeply understand what it meant to be 'tortured both mentally and physically'.

First, Mo Yu's sharp tongue paved the way.

The entire piece was devoid of a single vulgar word, yet in just a few words, it rendered the stronghold's leaders red-faced and speechless, their necks bulging with anger. The words were like knives, each one piercing to the heart, yet flawless. Wei Mo's disciples throughout the stronghold were rendered speechless by the insults, left only with a belly full of rage.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yu, alone with his sword, without even drawing his scabbard, defeated all the disciples in the stronghold who dared to challenge him in just a quarter of an hour. His moves were fierce but harmless, leaving his opponents utterly convinced of their defeat.

He couldn't win an argument, nor could he win a fight. In terms of status, he was still the Grand Master's personal disciple, holding the jade token as a token, and had come to handle Wei Mo's affairs.

It's so orthodox that no one can find fault with it, and its strength is ridiculously high. What can you do? You can only accept it.

It took half an hour for Commander Mo Yu to swiftly return to his loyal Wei Mo forces.

The disciple was filled with mixed emotions. He lowered his head and recalled the shock of that day, but out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of a figure.

At first, he didn't notice anything unusual until the figure gave him a faint smile, and the abyss-like gaze seemed to see through some of his previous impolite thoughts.

His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up abruptly, stammering, "Great-Great-Great Commander!"

Mo Yu walked slowly over with Gongsun Li and Jing Ke, and patted the disciple's shoulder kindly. The force was light, but it made the disciple's body tense up suddenly, almost causing him to convulse.

Fortunately, Mo Yu did not make things difficult for him. She simply smiled and turned her gaze to the fierce battle between Parrot and Black Widow in the distance.

Parrot faintly heard the words "Grand Commander" in its ears, and its heartstrings trembled slightly, but it had no time to be distracted.

With a flick of his short blade, he severed a tangled, merciless thread, then dodged to the side like a bird in flight, closing in on Black Widow's left side.

Black Widow's shoulder injury worsened, making her movements increasingly sluggish. Although the merciless threads wrapped around her fingertips barely blocked an attack, they were no longer enough.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yingge kicked out, hitting her squarely in the abdomen.

Black Widow groaned, staggered back several steps, and crashed heavily into an ancient tree. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, and her purplish-black outfit was stained with mottled bloodstains.

She was panting, her gaze as cold and sharp as a knife as she stared at Yingge. With a mixture of doubt and resentment, she asked in a low voice, "This movement technique... have you received training from the Luo Wang?"

Yingge paused, a bitter smile appearing on her lips, but she did not reply.

She placed the dagger against Black Widow's neck, its cold gleam reflecting the moonlight, her killing intent contained yet not unleashed.

At that moment, the sound of the wind in the forest stopped, and all eyes were focused on the figure who could truly determine the fate of everyone present as he slowly walked in.

"Well done."

Mo Yu reached out and patted Yingge's slightly white hair in the moonlight. The movement was gentle, as if rewarding a pet bird. His tone was mild but carried a suffocating pressure.

Yingge's body stiffened slightly, and she obediently lowered her head, her gaze downcast. A wave of humiliation surged in her heart, but she could not muster the will to resist.

That abyss-like gaze and mocking smile acted like invisible shackles, binding her will.

Black Widow leaned against an ancient tree, her breathing disordered. Her gaze shifted from Yingge to Moyu, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes: "Lord Xuanjian, he..."

Mo Yu didn't answer, but only glanced at her before turning to Ying Ge and saying indifferently, "Let her go."

Yingge was startled and looked up at Moyu. His unfathomable eyes made her heart tighten.

She had thought that Mo Yu would order the capture and killing of Black Widow to eliminate future troubles, but this sudden decision to let go left her unable to figure out his intentions.

His gaze returned to Black Widow, and the phrase "You've been trained by the Net" flashed through his mind. He was startled, as if struck by lightning.

She finally understood Mo Yu's deeper meaning.

Once Black Widow is released, news of my actions will inevitably reach the Net!

Given the delicate relationship between Luo Wang and Ye Mu, Ji Wuye will soon find out that she, who was supposed to assassinate Mo Yu, has now appeared in Wei Mo's forces and is even targeting people from Luo Wang.

This act is tantamount to defection, and the consequences are self-evident.
The night will never tolerate a traitor; she will have nowhere to go!

The short blade in his hand trembled slightly, its cold light flashing.

As an assassin trained since childhood, such a basic mistake of losing control of her power due to emotional outbursts should not have happened to her.

Yingge gritted her teeth, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

Letting go would be tantamount to cutting off one's own escape route; not letting go would be defying Mo Yu, with equally unimaginable consequences.

Caught in such a dilemma, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Black Widow caught her breath and glanced at Yingge and Moyu in astonishment. Her mind was a complete fog, and she couldn't make sense of what was going on in this scene.

Parrot's voice trembled as she pressed the short blade down slightly, bringing it close to Black Widow's neck. The sharp blade easily sliced ​​through her delicate skin, drawing a thin line of blood. But the hand holding the blade felt as if it were under immense pressure, unable to pierce any further.

Under the moonlight, her dark hair swayed slightly, and the wooden parrot ornament swayed gently in the wind, as if mocking her hesitation.

"What, can't bring yourself to do it?" Mo Yu's teasing voice, like a whisper from the abyss, pierced Ying Ge's heart.

His gaze locked onto Yingge, his pupils seemingly containing invisible vortexes that slowly devoured her will. His eyes were both gentle and cold, as if pitying a struggling bird, yet also mocking her powerlessness.

Yingge's heart skipped a beat, and her hand holding the knife trembled even more violently.

She gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the turmoil in her heart, but felt an invisible pressure pressing down on her like a mountain, making it hard for her to breathe.

Two clear tears streamed down Yingge's face as the images of Mo Ya and Bai Feng flashed through her mind. Her companions, who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with her, might have been implicated because of her defection.

"sorry."

Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible, filled with endless guilt and pain, as if she were apologizing to them from afar.

"sorry"

She murmured it again, her voice even softer, as if bidding herself a final farewell.

The dagger was slowly withdrawn from Black Widow's neck, and drops of blood slid down the blade, staining the withered leaves with a glaring red.

"sorry,"

Yingge, like a child who has done something wrong, knelt on one knee, her head bowed low, her dark green cloak scattered on the ground, like a bird with broken wings.

"Commander, I shouldn't have hesitated. Please punish me!"

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with humiliation and submission; every word seemed to be forced out of her throat, with a tearing pain.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the soil in front of her knees. She bit her lower lip tightly, her nails digging into her palms, but she dared not look up at the figure in black robes.

Mo Yu looked down at her, chuckled softly, and placed his large hand on Yingge's head, his fingertips running through her graying hair, gently stroking it. The movements were slow and casual, like soothing a pet bird, or like silently asserting his control over her.

The rough, large hand carried a hint of warmth, yet it made Yingge freeze.

Her lowered gaze fell on the shadow of the black robe at Mo Yu's feet. The shadow spread like an abyss, devouring her last remaining will, and even the humiliation in her heart was crushed to pieces by that hand.

Mo Yu's fingertips moved lightly through her hair, with a casual tenderness, yet it was like an invisible chain, binding her soul tightly.

The touch was warm and heavy, as if he controlled every strand of her hair, and each gentle stroke etched a deeper sense of submission into her heart.

She no longer wanted to escape, nor did she want to resist. Silently feeling the warm touch, she lay prostrate under the abyss-like gaze, like a tamed bird that had lost the courage to flap its wings.

“Compared to night, daytime is more suitable for birds like parrots, don’t you agree, Parrot Song?” Mo Yu’s fingers paused slightly, his fingertips lightly circling her hair before letting go.

Although she already knew she had been exposed, the fact that Mo Yu so casually revealed her real name still made Yingge tremble involuntarily.

At that moment, it was as if the last veil of shame had been lifted, leaving her completely naked under that abyss-like gaze.

"What the master says is true."

(End of this chapter)