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

Chapter 540 vs. the Lightbringer Vatican

Linglong Moyu's expression remained unchanged.

He still felt a little thirsty.

When Fanti snatched his water glass, he took out a spare one from under the table and poured himself another glass of cool water.

"..."

Vatican was furious at his indifferent attitude.

Her chest heaved, and her voice was tinged with anxiety: "What do you mean by this?! Get serious! I'm not joking with you!"

"I received the message. Thank you for letting me know."

Linglong Moyu picked up his water glass and politely thanked her.

Vatican's breathing became much more rapid.

The vital signs monitor on her mask showed that her heart rate was rising at a dangerous rate!
"That's not what I want!"

Linglong Moyu put down her water glass.

He leaned back in his chair, looking up at Vatican, who was almost touching his face.

"Then what do you want?"

“Mark! His hunters have always defied the control of our Light and Shadow Society!”
And today, you just brought him here for questioning in front of everyone, almost like an arrest!

In the blink of an eye, he's about to become the next city lord! You understand the stakes involved...?

Vatican suddenly stopped speaking.

Because she noticed that Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged, as indifferent as ever.

She suddenly realized that all the things she had mentioned were utterly insignificant to the guy in front of her.

He was never the same as me.

He abides by the laws of the Lighthouse, not by the Head of the Society!

He wasn't afraid of offending anyone as long as he violated the Lighthouse Law.

Even their boss, Charles, had been publicly silenced by him using legal provisions before.

In his judgment, Mark, the commander of the hunters, and Mark, the successor to the city lord, were perhaps... truly no different.

“The position of the next city lord should have belonged to the head of the council! Whether it’s his contributions to the lighthouse or…” Vatican stared at him, but didn’t finish his sentence.

Linglong Moyu also stared at her, and said indifferently, "Let me correct you. The position of the next city lord is never 'should' belong to any one person. It is appointed by the current city lord!"

"As long as the chosen person can win the hearts of the people, anyone can sit in that position."

"you……"

Fanti slammed his fist on the table, clearly angered by his attitude.

"but,"

Just as Vatican City's anger was about to completely erupt.

Linglong Moyu's second half of the sentence came slowly: "Personally, I think that based on the abilities that Captain Mark has shown so far, he does not have the political skills and long-term strategic vision required to assume the position of city lord."

"He was an excellent soldier and commander, but not a qualified leader."

Hearing this, Vatican's anger finally subsided somewhat.

But she still glared at him fiercely. Unfortunately, the glare was blocked by the detector and had little deterrent effect.

Mo Yu's outburst made Fan Di lose all interest in continuing their private conversation.

But the anger in his heart, which had nowhere to go, still could not be quelled.

She bent down, her gaze level with that of the seated Mo Yu, her gloved index finger touching his sharply defined chest:

"Since our Lord Adam is in such a good mood today, how about... I 'practice' with you?"

Linglong Moyu was somewhat tempted and wanted to try out the results of her new learning.

But outwardly, he glanced at her disdainfully and said indifferently:
"You are no match for me."

'That damn tone again!'

Vatican was furious, but he couldn't refute her.

The two had practiced privately more than once, and she had never won against Mo Yu since he came of age.

At first, she was able to suppress him by virtue of her skill and the strength advantage that came with her age.

But as Mo Yu's physical functions reached their peak, she could only barely hold on.

They've known each other for over a decade, and she's too lazy to maintain the aloofness of a Lightbringer anymore.

Fanti suddenly grabbed Mo Yu by the collar and shouted angrily, "Enough nonsense! Just tell me if you're going to fight or not!"

"Training Course?"

Linglong Moyu looked at her with an indifferent expression, tilting his head.

"Right here!"

Fanti shoved him back suddenly, and before she could finish speaking, her long, beautiful legs, full of explosive power, kicked him straight in the face with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air!
Linglong Moyu crossed her arms and blocked the heavy blow from the leather boot.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, he and the chair beneath him were kicked several meters away by the force of the kick.

Having landed a successful blow, Fanti stepped forward and spun around, delivering a powerful downward kick that came crashing down on his head!

Linglong Moyu slammed her hand on the armrest of the seat, sprang up like a spring, and dodged to the side at lightning speed.

With her incredibly flexible and long legs, Fanti executed a mid-air change of direction kick, striking the direction Fanti was dodging once again!
Everyone's gone.

Linglong Moyu thought to himself, but his gaze remained indifferent.

"Oh!"

Another heavy thud.

Linglong Moyu blocked with one arm, but his feet involuntarily touched the ground, and he stumbled back seven or eight steps before he could completely dissipate the force.

Vatican City did not pursue the matter further.

She slowly lowered her leg, walked around Mo Yu, and strolled unhurriedly until she reached the door of the conference room. She then casually slammed the door shut behind her.

The dim sunlight was blocked out, leaving only the cold white light in the conference room.

She looked at Mo Yu, but found no further clues.

At this moment, Ling Longmoyu's right forearm, which she used to block, was already covered in bruises.

However, he remained expressionless, as if the injury was not to his own body.

"He's a monster," Vatican muttered to himself, grimacing.

This is a major reason why she could never beat Mo Yu.

Unless you can break his bones with a single blow, ordinary injuries will have no real effect on this guy who doesn't know what pain is.

Linglong Moyu shook his arms to loosen his muscles and bones, staring indifferently at his opponent.

He felt no pain, but he could feel that as his internal energy circulated, his blood circulation began to accelerate, and a fine layer of sweat seeped from his palms.

In the next instant, his body suddenly thrust forward!
With a shift in his steps, he seemed to shrink the distance in space, and in a flash he was in front of Vatican, delivering a powerful punch to her face!
"So fast!"

Fanti was startled and instinctively reached up with both hands to grab his wrists.

At the same time, a tricky whip kick swept out from his feet!

"clang!"

Linglong Moyu's fist slammed into her testing mask. But because her wrist was entangled, most of the force was dissipated the moment it was transmitted.

"...Too slow." He frowned.

Vatican's whip kick had already struck his abdomen, the immense force forcing him to bend over.

Immediately afterwards, Fanti used his captured arm as a fulcrum to leap into the air, crossing his legs in an attempt to entangle Mo Yu's right arm!

At the critical moment, Linglong Moyu's speed suddenly increased by one beat!
His left hand grabbed her right ankle first, and with a sudden burst of strength!
The almost-complete flying cross armbar was forcibly dismantled!

Then, taking advantage of Vanti's airborne position, he kicked her hard in the lower abdomen!

"Woo!"

With no leverage, Fanti was kicked backward by Mo Yu and sent flying.

Her body crashed heavily onto the long table in the conference room. The immense momentum caused her to slide across the entire tabletop, sweeping water glasses, terminals, and other miscellaneous items off the floor.

She only regained her footing after grabbing the edge of the table and flipping over on the other side to dissipate the force.

"Your speed is definitely faster than before. But that weak, limp strength... are you flirting with me?"

Fanti waved away the residue and water stains on his body, but he didn't seem seriously injured. He even had the mood to make a sarcastic remark.
"That's true. If you think about it, it'll only be a couple of days before your next visit to the Hall of Dawn."

Linglong Moyu frowned slightly.

It wasn't her trash talk that affected me.

Instead, he was dissatisfied with the results of his hard work over several hours.

He truly understood the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique's combat philosophy of "winning by surprise and speed being the only way to break through."

If his punch aimed at Vatican's face had been any faster, striking before she could wrap her arms around his wrist, it would have at least stunned her, temporarily rendering her unable to fight.

The sword manual allowed him to see through Fanti's weaknesses, but his speed couldn't keep up.

Or rather, if he is fast enough, then his opponent will naturally be full of openings.

But the problem is, he can't do it.

The strange power of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is not only effective against enemies, but also against the practitioner himself.

Precision is essential in any technique. If the stance is not up to standard, not only will you fail to hit the opponent's vital points, but your own power will also be greatly affected, resulting in a significant reduction in effectiveness.

It may seem like a slight difference, but in reality, they are worlds apart.

The difference between a master swordsman and a seasoned veteran in the martial arts world is often just this small detail, which can result in a life-or-death situation.

After realizing that her control over sword techniques was inadequate, Linglong Moyu immediately changed her approach.

Since I cannot perfectly replicate the moves, I will only use the one type of force that I have mastered most deeply!

In the next instant, the internal energy within his body was condensed into internal strength under his will!

To Fanti's astonishment, Mo Yu's figure once again unleashed that eerie speed!

In just a few steps, he was suddenly in front of her again.

She was just about to get into a defensive stance.

Linglong Moyu moved like a ghost, shifting and instantly appearing on her left side, delivering a powerful punch to her left rib!

"Well!"

Vatican groaned, clutching his left side, instantly donning a mask of pain.

Unlike the previous weak and powerless attacks, this time the power was still not heavy, but it had a strange force that penetrated the body!

She felt that half of her body was numb.

Linglong Moyu showed no mercy, delivering a swift whip kick that struck her lower body center of gravity!
"Oh!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Fanti delivered a similar whip kick, colliding with Mo Yu's leg mid-air!
But at the very moment of impact, Linglong Moyu's right fist, like a cannonball, struck first and deeply penetrated her soft abdomen!
"Hiccup~" Fanti felt all the air in his stomach being squeezed out by that punch.

She stretched out her right arm, trying to create some distance.

Linglong Moyu, however, acted first, slashing her armpit nerve plexus with a palm strike.

A strong tingling and numb sensation instantly made her outstretched right arm lose its strength and go limp.

Linglong Moyu lunged forward and snuggled into her arms. His right elbow, sharp as a knife, slashed diagonally across her neck!

"..."

Fanti's vision went black, and his brain instantly lost control of his body, causing him to collapse to the ground like a lump of mud.

The outcome has been decided.

Linglong Moyu did not continue the pursuit.

He looked down indifferently at Vanti, who was still in shock on the ground, feeling the depletion in his body and quite satisfied with the improvement in his combat power.

"In the past, although I could beat her, it was mostly by relying on my fearlessness of pain, trading blows to wear her down until the very end, then waiting for an opening to unleash a finishing move. If it were a direct, head-on fight, a pure contest of skill, I wouldn't actually be her match."

'Right now... even a direct confrontation would have been enough to finish off a fully-powered Vatican in such a short time, with minimal self-inflicted damage. If both sides switched to melee weapons, at my current speed, the victory would be even faster!'

Although the difficulty of mastering the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique made him question his once-proud talent to some extent.

I feel like I'm not as talented as I thought.

Even before he had even entered the door, his strength had already undergone such a qualitative leap.

This undeniable reality, however, made him absolutely certain that he had not made the wrong choice.

Whether he learned it or not is another matter, but he certainly achieved his goal of increasing his strength in a short period of time.

Fanti lay on the cold ground for a good ten minutes before rubbing his aching neck and shakily getting up from the mess.

"What kind of drugs are you on? How can you be this fast?!"

She shook her still somewhat dizzy head and asked through gritted teeth, "Is this your new invention? Some kind of nerve stimulant?"

Linglong Moyu had put on his white coat again, and his tall figure looked slightly thinner.

He glanced at Fanti and pinpointed her sore spot: "Don't assume that everyone else is on drugs just because you rely on medication to survive."

Because of his physical abnormalities, Vatican has always been equipped with a special life support device.

In a sense, she is at least half a bio-engineered human.

Vatican clenched his fist, still feeling a bit weak on one side of his body.

She then remembered the strange moves Mo Yu had practiced before the fight: "What exactly was that you were practicing? Can you teach me?"

Linglong Moyu thought for two seconds, then shook his head: "I haven't fully grasped the relevant technology yet. Once I've compiled all the data, I'll submit it to the Lighthouse's database in accordance with the Lighthouse's laws."

Vatican nodded thoughtfully and did not press the matter further.

She dragged her still somewhat numb body, turned around, opened the conference room door, and limped out.

The priests who were still guarding the door looked at their Lord Lightbringer with a strange expression when they saw him in such a disheveled and miserable state.

'Thank goodness... I closed the door before I got beaten up.'

This is why she is unwilling to go to a formal training ground, and why she subconsciously makes sure to close the door every time a match starts.

She knew she definitely couldn't win.

Naturally, I don't want to embarrass myself in public.

As a Light Bearer, I should still be enforcing the law in the future.

However, she never expected that she would lose so badly this time!

She was so badly injured that she didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back!

(End of this chapter)