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

Chapter 205 Zhang Zhiwei: Is he that sharp?

The atmosphere inside the room changed in an instant.

Sunlight fell on the wooden table, casting dappled patterns that seemed frozen in time.

"Although I don't know why you've come, I imagine it's either for me or for Ma Xianhong." Mo Yu's fighting spirit was undisguised.

Zhang Zhiwei slowly stood up, his face solemn.

Standing at 190 centimeters tall, he was half a head taller than Mo Yu. His black Taoist robe gleamed darkly in the sunlight, and the hem of the robe swayed slightly, exuding an invisible pressure.

He didn't make a move at first, but chatted with Mo Yu for a bit, which already made his attitude clear.

Mo Yu was incredibly intelligent, so he naturally understood the signal. The fact that the Celestial Master didn't attack right away clearly meant he wasn't going to kill them all.

However, from any perspective, he will not surrender easily.

He prefers to prove himself through the fist rather than through verbal discourse!
Looking back at his epiphanies since his encounter with the extraordinary, the vast majority of them were inspired by battles.

The parrot by the bed was so frightened that it trembled, its small body curled up into a ball, its legs shaking as if it wanted to run away first.

But before she could move an inch, she saw Mo Yu suddenly raise his hand and wave.

"Shoot-"

A sharp tearing sound came from the air, and a seven-colored crack as tall as a person appeared out of thin air, its edges flashing with an eerie light, like a giant mouth that instantly swallowed Mo Yu.

Zhang Zhiwei stood still, his eyebrows slightly raised, but he did not dodge, letting the pulling force pull him in as well.

"You've learned the Wang family's 'Divine Coating' quite quickly," Zhang Zhiwei's voice came from the other side of the crack, his tone tinged with admiration.

Stepping into the world of the painting, he found himself not in the magical space he remembered, but in a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.

In the distance, cranes spread their wings and cried out, while verdant pines and cypresses could be faintly seen on the mountaintop.

A subtle, ethereal charm flows through every flower and blade of grass.

White clouds drift lazily across the boundless sky.

Each one contains an extraordinary artistic conception, as if the world itself is a living painting.

Mo Yu stopped, the wind blowing through his clothes, and chuckled as he cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "I have to thank you, Celestial Master, for helping me achieve the Realm of Returning to Light."

The Wang family's "Divine Painting" was originally meant to bring the artistic conception to life on paper, but Mo Yu took a different approach, using his own sea of ​​consciousness as the canvas to directly construct this vast world of painting.

The advantages of this method are obvious: without the need for external objects, a world unfolds with a thought.

But the price was equally heavy; every bit of artistic conception in this painting was forcibly borne by his spirit.

That sense of oppression, even in a fleeting moment, was enough to crush the will of an ordinary person.

But at this moment, facing an opponent like Zhang Zhiwei, this fairyland of paintings is nothing more than a magnificent backdrop.

Providing both sides with a battlefield would minimize the impact on the outside world.

Moreover, this is, after all, Mo Yu's artistic world, so there is still a certain home-field advantage.

This will allow him to unleash his full potential.

"Reverse life!"

Mo Yu let out a low shout and fully activated his profound energy.

In an instant, his skin became faintly transparent, and the Qi within his body flowed like light and shadow, emitting a strange luster.

The Baihui acupoint on his head was filled with ethereal clouds from the void, while the Yongquan acupoint on his feet absorbed the deep yin energy of the earth. The two streams of energy converged in a spiral, creating a gentle breeze around him.

The clouds and mist swept over him, and his figure was so light that it seemed as if he were about to ride the wind. His robes fluttered in the wind, and he exuded an extraordinary aura.

Zhang Zhiwei stood not far away, staring at Mo Yu's current state, a rare hint of surprise flashing in his narrowed eyes.

This aura was actually somewhat approaching that of the Left Sect Master in his memory, who was still in the second stage of reverse rebirth.

But the Mo Yu in front of me is clearly still at the first level of Reverse Life!
"Interesting," Zhang Zhiwei murmured.

Mo Yu didn't give him much time to reflect. He slammed his toes on the ground, not even breaking the grass beneath his feet, and shot out like an arrow, leaving a blurry afterimage in his wake.

As he approached the Celestial Master, his figure flickered, and nine indistinguishable clones appeared out of thin air, like nine streams of light spreading out.

Or the palm strike is like a descending dragon, with a majestic momentum and the wind from the palm strike faintly mixed with the roar of a dragon.
Or its claws resemble the Nine Yin, cold and menacing, its fingers whistling sharply as they tear through the air!
Nine figures unleashed their unique skills, their fists and palms clashing, their attacks like a storm, instantly enveloping the old Celestial Master in a murderous aura.

The cranes in the mountains were startled and took flight, while the distant pine trees rustled in the wind, as if the heavens and earth trembled at that moment.

Zhang Zhiwei stood motionless, his black Daoist robe fluttering slightly in the strong wind. "The Profound Origin of Heaven and Earth, the Root of All Qi."

As he recited each line, a layer of golden light, almost tangible, emanated from his body.

The golden light was as intense as molten gold, yet as supple as flowing water. In an instant, it spread out, transforming into a flame over ten feet long, protecting him in the center.

"boom!"

Mo Yu's palm slammed down!

The powerful force of the Dragon Subduing Palm struck the golden light, creating ripples; the chilling finger wind of the Nine Yin Claw pierced the light barrier, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound.

Even though the nine figures combined their spiraling qi with unparalleled speed, none of them could shake the golden light in the slightest, and they were all blocked more than ten feet away.

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Mo Yu's figure merged back into one, landing several feet away. He squinted at the layer of golden light, his palms slightly numb.

His current normal combat strength is not much different from his frenzied state on the night of the Quanxing attack on the mountain.

Although I've been traveling between different worlds and causing a lot of trouble and fighting these past few days, it's actually been less than a month since that night.

This speed of progress was remarkable even in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

But this is just his normal state.

"Taiyi Combat Technique: Breaking the Sheath!"

Mo Yu let out a low shout, and the Qi within his body surged forth like a burst dam, with no restraint whatsoever.

In an instant, all the reverse life energy was transformed into Taiyi energy, but the body still maintained the reverse life state!
His skin was as clear as jade, with light and shadow flowing around him, and his aura rose steadily, transforming him into a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

This is precisely the result of Mo Yu's hard work over the past few days!

With a single step, the air emitted a low hum, and his figure suddenly transformed into a dazzling sword light, piercing through the air!

The speed was so fast that the clouds and mist of the immortal mountain were torn apart, leaving behind a dazzling streak of light.

His right arm radiated a sharp sword light, like a divine blade being drawn from its sheath, carrying unparalleled sharpness, and pierced straight towards Zhang Zhiwei's protective golden light.

"laugh--"

The moment the sword light collided with the golden light, the seemingly indestructible Qi Flame was pierced through by Mo Yu's single strike.

Zhang Zhiwei's gaze was calm and unwavering, his body slightly turned to the side, and the sword finger grazed the right side of his Taoist robe.

The sharp sword energy crisscrossed and cut through the surrounding air, but it was completely swallowed up by the golden light, which was as flexible as water, and failed to leave a trace on the old master.

Compared to the night a month ago when Quanxing attacked the mountain, Mo Yu barely managed to break through the old master's defenses despite his best efforts. His performance now is something that Zhang Zhiwei should take a little more seriously.

As the old celestial master dodged, his right fist clenched like a hammer, swiftly passing through the gap in Mo Yu's right arm, and striking his Tanzhong acupoint with the knuckle of his thumb.

This attack, seemingly casual, was precise and ruthless. The timing and angle of the strike were both exquisite, and even the Ten Elders might not have been able to react to it.

Mo Yu's combat talent was truly at the master level. Almost at the same instant his sword finger missed, his left palm moved to his chest and blocked the "hammer" three inches from his chest.

"boom!"

The moment their fists and palms collided, Zhang Zhiwei's right hand almost transformed into flowing golden light, remarkably similar to Mo Yu's reversal state, and an unparalleled, tyrannical power erupted during the collision.

The air was compressed, creating a visible ripple.

The ground atop the immortal mountain trembled slightly.

The golden flames shattered the white sword light's obstruction with overwhelming force, and Mo Yu's left palm slammed into his chest along with it.

The immense force penetrated his body, forcibly squeezing the air out of his chest and abdomen, producing a strange "burp" sound from his throat.

Mo Yu was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, even faster than when she came, tracing an arc in the air before crashing hard into a distant cliff.

"Boom!"

The cliff exploded with a deafening roar, sending rocks flying and filling the air with smoke and dust.

The shockwave tore a gap in the mountain mist, revealing a brief moment of clarity.

Mo Yu's body was half-buried in the cliff wall, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaved violently, and the five fingers of his left hand were twisted into a strange shape.

"The power of dragon and tiger? What a coincidence, I've spent a long time on Dragon Tiger Mountain and have developed some strength myself." Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping into the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone tinged with amusement.

(End of this chapter)