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

Chapter 214 Evil King Mo Yu
As soon as the battle began, the two graceful figures darted about like swallows in the wind, their light green robes fluttering in the breeze, outlining their slender curves.

Inside the Tai Chi martial arts arena, a huge Tai Chi diagram slowly rotates, and the black and white halo reflects their figures.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The palm wind surged, and the three palms collided in an instant, the air exploded, and the surrounding clouds and mist churned.

The puppet 'Zhou Zhiruo' unleashed a torrent of palm strikes, each punch faster and each palm strike heavier than the last!

A punch to the face at the start!
A heart-piercing palm strike!
Turn around and strike diagonally!
Although this puppet was created by Mo Yu and its cultivation was slightly inferior to Zhou Zhiruo's, it was superior in the refinement of internal energy.

This is like a pound of wood colliding with an ounce of iron.

Unless the difference in magnitude is extremely large, the one with the harder texture will never suffer a loss.

Zhou Zhiruo's palms throbbed with pain, and her beautiful eyes welled up with tears: "This is a move I used a few months ago when I fought with Senior Brother Mo Yu."

She was slightly startled, partly by the fact that he still remembered, and partly by the puppet's palm technique.

It was clearly her Golden Top Cotton Palm technique, but in 'Mo Yu's' hands, it was even more fluid and natural, surpassing her by three points!
"How could this be so..."

I am clearly the disciple of Emei!
Zhou Zhiruo felt the pain, and her palm strike faltered for a moment.

At first, she didn't take it to heart. After all, in the past few months of training, no one had ever caught such a fleeting flaw.

In the martial arts world, there are very few opponents who can catch her slightest mistake. She believes she has already mastered the Golden Top Cotton Palm technique to perfection.

But she forgot that she was facing Mo Yu!

Before she could retreat, a slender foot swiftly stepped on her white embroidered shoe, then pressed against her left knee, causing her to stiffen.

"This is bad! The power is coming from the ground, and I can't raise my internal energy!"

Zhou Zhiruo's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart skipped a beat. She keenly sensed that the puppet's shoulder twitched slightly and its waist arched back, barely avoiding the sharp arc of the palm that sliced ​​through the air.

If he had been even a fraction slower, this palm strike would have landed between her brows, blinding her.

But her heart sank; she had already foreseen defeat—

"Eyebrow-wiping, whip-like, fist-splitting stance!"

As expected, the puppet's fair, slender hand curled into a fist, and it swung its arm like a whip, unleashing its inner strength to strike her collarbone without mercy.

"Crack!"

My collarbone shattered, and I felt excruciating pain.

Zhou Zhiruo's delicate body trembled, her chest suddenly collapsed like a snow-capped peak abruptly falling, and the sharp pain of her broken ribs pierced straight to her heart.

She staggered and fell to the ground, her black hair damp with cold sweat, clinging to her flushed cheeks, adding to her delicate and alluring appearance.

"Are you going to die?"

The air in his chest and abdomen was squeezed out, and warm blood flowed from his broken heart. His consciousness plummeted into an abyss and was gradually swallowed by darkness.

Zhou Zhiruo's gaze was unfocused, vaguely looking towards the horizon, but she could not see the two figures deep in the sea of ​​clouds.

On the cloud-shrouded horizon, the tyrant's primordial spirit and the Taoist's primordial spirit stood side by side, looking down upon everything.

The Taoist's primordial spirit said calmly, "I've imported all the relevant data for you."

"You're something else." The Tyrant's primordial spirit sneered and shook his head: "However, Zhou Zhiruo herself did not master the Emei Nine Yang Skill to perfection. Just like the Golden Light Mantra she got from that kid Zhang Chulan, it's a half-baked thing. It's completely different from what the Old Master taught her."

Even Abbess Miejue's data might not be accurate, unless you can get your hands on Guo Xiang's data.

The Taoist's primordial spirit lazily said, "I didn't ask you to use her data directly, I just wanted a backup plan. You study it first. I'll get my hands on the manual of the 'Emei Nine Yang Skill' later."

With a wave of his hand, the Yin Qi on the Tai Chi martial arts arena reassembled.

Zhou Zhiruo, lying on the ground, twitched her eyelids and opened her eyes in a daze.

Her thin shirt was disheveled, her fragrant shoulders were half-exposed, and her delicate beauty was tinged with a hint of allure, like a lotus flower that had been battered by wind and rain but was still beautiful.

"I'm not dead?"

Zhou Zhiruo murmured to herself, her gaze involuntarily sweeping around, trying to find that familiar figure.

She quickly spotted the figure that seemed to have appeared silently, yet also seemed to have always been there. Mo Yu slowly stepped forward, but did not help her up; instead, he looked down at her.
“As I said before, what you are here is only consciousness. As long as your will is strong enough, death will not have any effect on you.”

"I see." Zhou Zhiruo struggled to sit up, her pretty face deathly pale, but her clear black and white eyes lit up:

"No wonder you're so powerful, Senior Brother. You fight to the death in this magical illusion every day. I'm afraid even Master's combat experience isn't as rich as yours!"

Mo Yu's silence was taken as tacit agreement.

In this blood-soaked hell beneath the Taiji Heavenly Palace, every battle between remnant spirits can be seen as a deduction of their own combat scenarios.

However, after his previous battle with the Old Celestial Master, in order to prevent the collapse of the Painting Realm, his remaining spiritual energy reserves had run out.

Once he gets the cultivation technique, he'll have to go to the world of "Slaying Sisters" to replenish his 'stockpile'.

On the other side, after becoming familiar with the rules of the 'illusion realm', Zhou Zhiruo fought with increasing abandon.

Various moves that he had thought of but never dared to use in actual combat were unleashed.

The Snowflakes Piercing Clouds Palm is as light and agile as cotton, the Four Symbols Palm is round yet square, and even the variations of the Golden Summit Cotton Palm have become more agile.

He was knocked down time and time again, but he gritted his teeth and got back up again and again.

Her fighting talent enabled her to transform at a visible speed, with increasingly smooth transitions between moves and more exquisite use of internal energy.

All of this was silently recorded by the Heavenly Palace:

[File: Zhou Zhiruo]

【Emei Nine Yang Skill! (63%)】

【Snowflake Piercing Cloud Palm! (Already included)】

【Golden Top Cotton Palm! (Already included)】

[Four Symbols Palm! (72%)]

crunch~
The wooden door was slowly pushed open, making a soft sound that broke the silence in the room.

Mo Yu slightly raised his eyelids, casually pulled over a piece of white Xuan paper, and covered the two-dimensional portrait of Zhou Zhiruo on the table.

Yan Jing'an stepped in, her white robes as white as snow. With a slight sway of her waist, the loose Taoist robe could not conceal her slender figure.

Her beautiful eyes swept around the room, but her brows furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of confusion.

She waited outside for a long time, but Zhou Zhiruo did not come out for a long time. She felt uneasy, fearing that the little girl was like a lamb entering a wolf's den, so she pushed the door open and came in to check.

Looking around, apart from Mo Yu who was writing something, there was not even a trace of Zhou Zhiruo.

Yan Jing'an parted her lips slightly, intending to ask a question, but swallowed the words back.

As a successor of Cihang Jingzhai, he has cultivated the Cihang Sword Manual to the point of having a clear understanding of the sword heart, where everything outside his heart is clearly visible without any omission.

At this moment, she keenly sensed that although Mo Yu before her still possessed that familiar body, his aura was vastly different from before—

The rhythm of his breathing, the subtle contractions of his muscles, even the light deep in his eyes, all seemed to belong to a different person.

If the previous Mo Yu was like a cloud drifting in the sky, free and unrestrained, like a Taoist who was untouched by the world;
At this moment, he was like a ferocious beast lurking in the clouds, unintentionally revealing only a few scales and claws, yet enough to make people feel a trace of domineering power.

Yan Jing'an's heart skipped a beat, and in an instant, the image of that golden sword light piercing the sky flashed into her mind.

Only at this moment did he resemble the one who had fought Zhu Yuanzhang to the bitter end and was able to unleash such sword intent.

She bit her tongue lightly, forcing herself to keep a straight face and remain gentle and graceful, but in her heart she already regarded Mo Yu as a dangerous figure like Shi Zhixuan, the Evil King of Sui and Tang Dynasties, as recorded in the sect's records.

"No wonder he possesses a destiny bestowed upon him, yet his heart remains pure and flawless, and he has never harbored any thoughts of vying for supremacy..."

Yan Jing'an pondered to himself, his gaze slightly narrowed, "If he suffers from hysteria like the Evil King, and sometimes transforms into another person, then everything makes sense."

In that instant, many doubts in her mind suddenly became clear.

The seemingly out-of-the-sky Vermilion Bird mechanism, the mysterious force hidden in the darkness, and even the various illogical aspects of Mo Yu's appearance... perhaps, all of these were created by him at this moment.

(End of this chapter)