Douluo Continent: Starting from Killing Arou with a Single Sword.

"Please use your best skills and respect your future self." Ning Mumu looked at the girl with a smile.

Even just looking at age, there's a significant difference between Ning Mumu in her teens and Ning Mumu in her twenties; at least she's half a head taller. Therefore, Ning Mumu has to tilt her head slightly when she speaks, which makes her seem rather intimidating.

"Is this my mission in another world?" the girl asked.

"Yes, that's right," Ning Mumu replied. "Let's hurry up and fight, we don't have time."

"Dreamscape, rise!"

The familiar space appeared, and the two gripped the Seven Kill Swords tightly in unison, instantly creating a tense atmosphere. The girl rarely encountered an evenly matched opponent, and today, facing Ning Mumu, she felt a sense of victory in a close encounter, her fighting spirit ignited.

Ning Mumu naturally wouldn't underestimate her past self; she estimated her chances of winning to be only sixty percent. One reason was that she hadn't been in the cultivation world for a long time and didn't use her spiritual power frequently. Another reason was that her past self had a truly diverse range of skills, and her swordsmanship was among the best.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source!" Perhaps wanting to end the battle quickly, Ning Mumu unleashed her ultimate move. Sword intent surged towards the girl like a tidal wave, carrying immense pressure.

The girl formed a hand seal with her left hand, her right hand holding a sword against her chest. The blue spiritual light clashed with the "Myriad Swords Return to Origin" technique, yet she showed no sign of weakness. Ning Mumu wasn't surprised; the girl opposite her had only recently broken through to the Great Ascension stage, her strength had increased significantly, and easily parrying the attacks wouldn't be a problem. Besides, this was just a contest, not a killing.

"Watch this!" the girl said mischievously, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One—"

The two men executed the exact same sword moves, both with swift and decisive movements. Crucially, despite their youth, their swordsmanship was formidable.

"Mountain-Splitting Technique!"

With a swift backflip, Ning Mumu gripped the Seven Kill Sword with both hands and forcefully slashed forward from behind. A crescent-shaped sword shadow cleaved through the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin. In just these few simple exchanges, both of their fighting spirits had risen considerably. How to put it... fighting against oneself is really quite exhilarating.

Perhaps because they were the same person, they were both acutely aware of their weakness—speed. Among ordinary sword cultivators, their speed was above average, but among true sword cultivator masters, their speed was a Achilles' heel.

"In martial arts, speed is the only way to break through defenses," and the same applies to swordsmanship. Ning Mumu, once at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, almost lost to a swordsman at the mid-Nascent Soul stage. This spurred Ning Mumu to train her speed even harder, with decent results.

……

"You're faster than I expected," the girl said. "Are you also at around the Mahayana stage of cultivation?"

"No," Ning Mumu replied, panting.

"You're pretty amazing! You look like you're only twelve or thirteen and you're already this good at fighting," the girl praised. "My other self is really strong!"

"Then, let's unleash our strongest attacks in this battle!"

"I couldn't ask for more!"

The previous moves were just minor skirmishes; this time, the swordplay was for real. Of course, in others' eyes, those sword techniques were incredibly difficult. The single move "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" alone would be enough for others to study for a lifetime, but they didn't have any interest in it. After all, there were many sword techniques stronger than "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One."

"Returning to One After the Fallen—"

Both of them tacitly unleashed their strongest self-created sword techniques, devised by Ning Mumu, who was at the Nascent Soul stage. After countless practical refinements, the destructive power of the Fallen Blade had reached a terrifying level; easily leveling a mountain was no problem.

Two similar sword shadows collided, both exhausted, beads of sweat streaming down their foreheads, creating a sharp and beautiful effect.

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"Congratulations to the winner! The Realm of Mirrors is now complete."

Outside the mirror, Ning Mumu stared blankly at the slightly cracked Seven Kill Sword. To be honest, she hadn't used "Return to One" in a long time, and today's overuse had even caused the Seven Kill Sword to develop tiny cracks. But how could a martial soul have cracks?

"Maybe it'll be restored next time I take it out," Ning Mumu thought. "But her sword is truly shattered."

"For those who have cleared the realm, only you yourself are real within the Mirror Realm."

thump—

A flawless version after careful inspection!

Ning Mumu was startled and stopped thinking about the question. Instead, she asked, "What about the reward this time?"

"The player who has completed the level does not have sufficient privileges. Please continue playing!"

"You son of a bitch!"

I always feel like I only get inspiration at night for this new chapter.

Some readers have commented that this book is mindless and enjoyable, to which the author himself responded: "It is indeed a super enjoyable novel. If I weren't enjoyable, would I write a story about being bullied?"

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