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

Chapter 199 The World is White, Only I Am Black

"Qiang!"

The two swords clashed violently, and Zhao Tuo took a half step back, the blades trembling.

Although his strength had reached the level of a first-class master, he was still no match for the Luo Wang Killer Master named Gen Shi in front of him.

However, that was when he was fighting alone. His greatest value did not lie in his personal strength, but in his talent as a commander.

Two Mohist disciples stepped forward and placed their hands on his shoulders. Their internal energy, originating from the same source, merged together and, under Zhao Tuo's unified will, transformed into wisps of energy that enveloped the sword, like starlight flashing.

"Qi's martial arts techniques?" Master Gen's pupils contracted, his tone revealing a hint of shock.

He was indeed a Luo Wang assassin, but he was also a Qin army general with the ability and experience to command 30,000 troops, which allowed him to recognize the essence of the matter at a glance.

Although they are slightly different, the core components are all roughly similar.

Zhao Tuo smiled without saying a word, and his disciples dispersed in an orderly fashion, forming groups of three and teams of nine, slaughtering the Luo Wang assassins of equal strength with extremely high efficiency.

In the blink of an eye, seven top-tier assassins fell, their blood staining the ground, their bodies lying strewn about.

On the eaves, Li Wu's slender hand brushed against the jade flute at her waist, about to put it to her lips and play a tune, when a graceful figure flew by like a bird.

She tilted her head back to dodge, and a strand of hair that had been falling from her left forehead was cut off, sliding down her chest and drifting into the valley with the wind.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Yingge's eyes. His dark green cloak swayed gently in the wind as he gripped his twin blades tightly.

In her career, she rarely encountered female masters. Since submitting to Mo Yu, all three of her tough battles were against women. Fortunately, this woman was not as troublesome as the previous two. As long as she was prevented from playing the jade flute, everything would be fine.

With a flash, he approached Li Wu, his short blade gleaming coldly.

On the streets of the village.

Qian Sha's face was gloomy as he stared around. His face was covered in bloodstains, the marks left by the Heartless Silk.

"Black Widow, do you really want to seek your own death with Xuan Jian? You know the consequences of betraying the Net!"

"I don't know if this is a dead end, and I don't care."

Black Widow's voice came from all directions, elusive and uncertain, "But I know you won't be seeing the moon tonight!"

Before the words were finished, the merciless silk sword formation suddenly tightened, the fine silk threads intertwining as if they were alive.

Qian Sha swung his sword with all his might, unleashing a torrent of sword energy. Unable to see the Heartless Silk, he could only clumsily incorporate all directions into his attack to defend, but the cost was the depletion of his physical strength and energy.

Hidden in the shadows, the Black Widow was not anxious. A mocking smile played on her lips, as if she were watching prey caught in a spider's web, struggling desperately but falling step by step into death.

For someone like her who plays with tactics, the difference between fighting a battle with preparation and one without is like night and day.

In the original story, she was not in a formation, but was controlled to death by Li Wu's flute music, and was eventually beheaded by Gen Shi with a sword.

But now, facing her pre-arranged sword formation, even Qian Sha, who is stronger than Gen Shi, can hardly escape her sword formation and can only be worn down to death little by little.

All three leaders were held back!

The remaining assassins from the Luo Wang organization were utterly powerless against the well-equipped, coordinated, and numerically superior Mo family disciples.

Under the influence of Qi, all beings are equal. If one is not at the first-class level, it is futile if one's sword cannot penetrate iron armor.

Even more fatally, lacking ranged attack capabilities, they experienced the same frustration that the armies of the six states faced when confronted with the powerful crossbows of the Mohist disciples.

With a wave of his hand, a volley of arrows rains down; only those who survive are worthy to fight me.

The battlefield situation is already set in stone; barring any unforeseen circumstances, Luo Wang will undoubtedly lose this battle.

Just then, the sun on the horizon suddenly darkened, as if it were being obscured by something. The golden sunlight turned into a cold, blood-red hue, and an eerie, oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, a man suddenly pulled out a Shura mask and put it on his face. He then produced a strangely shaped greatsword from who-knows-where and pointed it diagonally at the blazing sun on the horizon.

An ordinary-looking disciple of the Mohist school seemed to be terrified, standing there dumbfounded and not running away.

Yan Ri's gaze was icy. With a casual wave of his hand, he was about to take the life of the person in front of him. The sword was not yet drawn, but it already exuded a fierce aura. Wherever the sword's edge pointed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a low hum.

However, faced with this clearly formidable opponent, the Mohist disciples did not panic, nor did they abandon their teammates.

"The Formation of Shangtong!"

The squad leader shouted loudly, and the eight of them formed a trapezoidal formation behind the Mo family disciple facing the sun. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, and they did their best to channel their inner energy into him.

Their internal energy flowed like a stream into the sea. Even though they knew that no amount of internal energy would help against such fierce energy, they still tried their best, even if it was like moths to a flame.

To Yan Ri's utter surprise, this seemingly ordinary Mo family disciple actually saw through his swordsmanship and parried with his own sword.

What he found even more unbelievable was that the ordinary iron sword actually blocked his divine weapon!

A divine weapon imbued with powerful energy!
"Clang!" The two swords clashed, sparks flew, and a jet-black energy roared out from the disciple's body, shaking the surroundings.

"The Six-Fingered Demon of the Harp?!"

"Covering the sun!"

The two simultaneously revealed each other's identities, their voices clashing, their killing intent exchanging.

Yan Ri's face was extremely grim.

The enemy not only found this outpost of the Net, but also did so without making him realize that he had been exposed.

He had figured out where he was from the very beginning of the battle, but he hadn't noticed where the other was at all!
This means he has completely fallen into the other party's control.

Even though Yan Ri was extremely confident in his strength, this was an extremely dangerous sign for him.

The two exchanged several sword strikes, their swords flashing and their internal energy surging.

Mo Yu suddenly raised his leg and kicked straight down. Yan Ri blocked with his sword, blade facing forward, and then slashed into the calf with his sword.

"Something's not right!" Yan Ri noticed something was off and quickly withdrew.

The figure struck by the sword shattered like a fleeting shadow, vanishing into nothingness. The true form hidden behind it kicked towards the spot where Yan Ri had been standing. The vacuum shattered, the air subtly caved in, and a powerful vacuum bullet roared out, hurtling straight at Yan Ri.

Yan Ri swung his sword horizontally, and the blood-red sword energy roared, shattering the terrifying power. The ground was plowed with deep grooves by the aftershocks of the sword energy.

"Commander?" The eight Mohist disciples exclaimed in unison, as if waking from a dream.

They stood behind Mo Yu, dumbfounded. Even though they had fought side by side, they had not recognized that this person dressed as an ordinary disciple was the Six-Fingered Qin Demon.

Mo Yu turned his head and smiled slightly, took out a bamboo hat and put it on. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and his aura changed drastically.

The power of the Mo family's inner cultivation technique, which had reached the ninth level, surged forth, causing the space shrouded in the blood-red sun to tremble slightly, as if it could not withstand this power.

Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, starting from where Mo Yu stood, the crimson world suddenly changed.

Everything had lost its color, like an unfolded pale scroll, except for the ring of ink around him, as deep and aloof as an abyss.

"The world is all white, only I am black; the Mohist school advocates non-aggression and universal love for all beings!"

(End of this chapter)