Man on the ark, forced to become king

That's why Lin Lu admitted that it was indeed swordsmanship.

Wei Yanwu, who had reached this level, was indeed the strongest swordsman he had ever seen—the legendary Flowing Water Swordsman was not counted because he had never seen him in person.

"The Heavenly Sword is a sword strike that uses all its power. In layman's terms, it acts on both the material and spiritual realms simultaneously. Otherwise, how could a pure spell possibly cleave through the mental world of the spirit?"

"Sword intent? I thought that was just something written in novels, does such a thing really exist?"

The Emperor looked the weakened Wei Yanwu up and down suspiciously, muttering to himself. He had no concept of something that could not be seen or touched.

"Of course there are."

As Chongyue gazed at the fading light and shadows in the distance, he nodded and said, "Only when both form and spirit are perfected can one attain the Great Way."

"That makes sense, but it's not entirely correct."

Lin Lu chuckled, pointed to the crack stretching from outside Yumen City to the horizon, and gave a thumbs up: "Sometimes you don't necessarily have to comprehend any meaning. With enough strength, miracles can happen! Don't you Yan Kingdom have a saying, 'One force can break all laws'? Old Wei's Heavenly Crack is indeed amazing, but if it's a head-on clash, he still can't beat me!"

"This……"

Chong Yue's expression froze. He instinctively wanted to refute it, but found that the statement was indeed correct. The previous sword strike had reached the point where quantitative change led to qualitative change. Using pure destructive force to crush it would still achieve the goal, so there was no question of whether it was intentional or not.

My understanding of swordsmanship is inferior to yours, and I don't possess any profound sword intent, but I can simply overwhelm you with sheer numbers, and that's enough.

Chapter 260 Fierce Battle in the Dark

"Want to make your sword even sharper? Then go, go to Ursus, go to Sami, go to the Ice Plains, go and be tempered by blood and fire. I've put everything between life and death."

"But no matter where you are, never forget that gold is right behind you."

Hey!

The wine cup fell, scattering a golden glow that meandered across the wall in a winding arc.

The clear wine swayed slightly, reflecting the shadows of the people sitting opposite each other.

"Is this alright?"

Chongyue, having removed his black robe, held a wine cup in his hand, his voice soft, as if asking a question, or perhaps sighing.

Wei Yanwu, who had unleashed that sword strike, returned to Longmen with the Rat King to recuperate, but in the end, he still failed to take on a single disciple.

That sword strike was too lofty, too unattainable. Therefore, Qiu Bai chose to learn the human sword techniques that she could reach.

Armed with the Flowing Water Sword she had obtained from the Great Blessing, she headed to the vast icy plains to prepare for her trial.

The shape of the Flowing Water Sword was not suitable for her, but the ancient sword with its long history allowed her to glimpse fragments of legends and feel the Flowing Water Sword that had once sealed away gods.

"A fledgling bird must learn to fly on its own, so why worry so much?"

The clear wine rippled with light and shadow as her fingers tapped the wine cup. Lin Lu shook her head slightly and smiled, "With the Golden Tree here, she won't die. She will only grow stronger in battle. This is how I teach my disciples."

"That sword, which embodies the will of an ancient swordsman, is one of the god-slaying weapons in my collection. The swordsmanship that once sealed the gods will be comprehended by her in battle and then become something that belongs only to her. You may think that I am an irresponsible teacher? In fact, I have given her everything she needs."

"But that's all I can do. Whether she can find her own path ultimately depends on herself. To become strong, she must go through these things."

"Old Wei's methods are not suitable for her, and neither are my techniques. Those who learn from me will live, while those who imitate me will die. She can only use our methods as a reference."

"The true sword that belongs to her can only be mastered in the space between life and death."

“You’re right, but…maybe it’s because I’m getting old, I can’t help but worry, and I feel that this approach is a bit too radical…”

After downing the wine in one gulp, Chongyue's face showed a hint of melancholy.

"Chaos is coming. Neither Xiao Chen nor Qiu Bai can live under our protection forever. They will have to grow up eventually, and time is running out for them."

Lin Lu shook her head again and raised her hand to fill the wine cup.

He understood better than Chongyue that in this world, the most trustworthy thing was one's own strength.

Even he, even the Golden Tree, cannot protect everyone. The future is uncertain, and no one can predict the outcome.

Therefore, the fledglings need to grow up quickly so that they can withstand the coming storms.

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crackle~

The burning firewood sparked tiny flames, providing a small patch of light in the dark night.

Qiu Bai sat cross-legged by the fire, a strangely shaped curved blade lying across his knees, his hands resting on the silver-gray blade of the curved sword, his eyes closed in concentration.

Opposite her, Mudrock, who had removed his armor and helmet, maintained a similar posture, holding a palm-sized clay figurine in his hands, his lips moving slightly as he spoke in a very soft voice.

Further away from the fire, the green-haired Adaklis girl leaned against her large backpack, flipping through the heavy books in her hands by the firelight. She seemed to have encountered a problem, her brows furrowing slightly. At her feet lay a staff with a head shaped like a round hammer, surrounded by sharp protrusions, emitting a faint green glow as if breathing.

The Adakris people have always been seen as a martial people, with every member being a brave and skilled warrior. This is also reflected in the girl. Even on the cold ice plains, she wears less clothing than others, and even rolls up her sleeves to reveal the strong muscles on her arms.

From her appearance, no one would associate her with the medical profession, but in fact, she was indeed present as a medical staff member on this mission.

"Gavial, you're so far away, can you really see clearly?"

Holding Chixiao, Chen leaned against a dead tree beside him, warily surveying his surroundings. His gaze fell on the pages of the book illuminated by the firelight, and he couldn't help but ask a question.

"Don't underestimate the eyesight of an Adakris. I can see clearly even in the tiniest light."

Upon hearing this, Gavial raised his head, grinned, and gave a thumbs up.

"No, I mean, why don't you sit a little closer?"

Chen sighed, gazing at the dark night in the distance, somewhat worried: "Has Saria been gone for a while? I wonder where she is. We can't even get in touch with her. Could it be..."

"I think we should worry about her enemies rather than her. The range of our communicators is not very long, so it's normal for us to lose contact."

Huang, who was a full head taller than Chen, came over carrying a pile of dry branches. Her cat ears drooped on her head, and she looked listless. As a filmmaker, she was not used to this cold environment, especially since the nights here were pitch black and the stars were nowhere to be seen.

"If only Nearl were here, I could use her as a light bulb. Also, why would Rhine Labs build a research station in a place like this..."

"The earth told me that something was approaching."

Mud Rock, who was holding the clay figurine, suddenly spoke, drawing the attention of everyone in the camp.

"I don't know exactly what it is, it could be a large wild beast, or..."

Stared at by several pairs of eyes, Mudrock seemed a little nervous. After being sent back to the Golden Tree by W and Ascalon, who were investigating the resurrection of the gods, this was her first time participating in a field mission as part of a team, and she was not yet used to it.

However, she quickly lost interest in these details, stood up, put the helmet on her head, and her voice became muffled.

"That thing is coming. Its movement is strange; it's like it's not moving on the ground, but moving directly from one location to another!"

"alert!"

Chen shouted, and Huang immediately threw the dry branch in his hand to the ground, took the chainsaw from his back, and Qiu Bai, who was meditating on swordsmanship with his eyes closed, also stood up from the ground and gripped the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist.

Without prior arrangement, the group began to change positions in perfect unison, surrounding the doctor, Gavial, in the center.

"Leave the rear to me, you just focus on fighting the enemy!"

Gavial stuffed the book into his backpack, picked up his staff, and a soft green light spread from the staff, showering down on everyone.

"coming!"

call!

As Mudrock finished speaking, the burning fire instantly went out, and a cold wind blew in from all directions, plunging the camp into darkness. Only the faint light from Gavial's magic could provide any visibility.

Boom!

"left!"

The hammer struck something hidden in the darkness, and Niyan staggered back two steps. Qiu Bai immediately followed up, slashing out with a black and red sword shadow that exploded into a hazy light and shadow.

Chen's Crimson Sky Sword Qi followed closely behind, accompanied by the sound of tearing cloth, outlining the enemy's approximate shape. It could be vaguely seen that it was a tall, blurry human figure.

hum!

The chainsaw roared, and heat rose around Huang's body. He delivered a powerful slash, but failed to strike anything.

"He disappeared!"

"later!"

A strange roar came from the darkness. Chen turned around instantly, crimson light flowing on the blade. Before he could strike, he felt a sticky, slippery sensation climbing up his arm and up his body. His vision went black, and a sharp screech rang in his ears.

"I can't see! Watch out!"

"I can't get any power in the hammer!"

"Too fast, the sword couldn't even reach it—it vanished again!"

"Not just one, there are many, too many to count!"

"Huang, behind you!"

Boom! Snap!

The sound of bones breaking echoed in the darkness. Huang cried out in pain, and the chainsaw roared even more violently, slicing through the black coat that blended into the night, tearing a huge gash. Under the light of the magic, countless tiny tentacles emerged from the torn part of the black coat and reconnected.

"Huang, step back! Your arm needs immediate treatment!"

"That's too late!"

Huang's face was flushed, his eyes were wide open to the limit, and sweat streamed down his cheeks. He had no time to pay attention to Gavial's shouts. With his unbroken arm, he forcibly lifted the chainsaw and pushed the Originium Arts to the limit.

A blazing red light burst forth in the air, and the sharp saw blade sliced ​​through the coat once more, bringing with it a spray of dark, sludge-like blood.

Under the radiant light of the spell, the enemy's appearance was finally clearly revealed.