Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Chapter 152 A Thousand Strikes in an Instant

The book "Nameless Sword Technique" that Zhang Mo gave to Huo Yuhao did indeed record in detail the meridians through which soul power circulates, as well as the postures and footwork for sword dancing.

However, Huo Yuhao had never learned swordsmanship and could not fully understand what was recorded there in a short time.

Now, Zhang Mo was personally demonstrating each move to him in its entirety. Huo Yuhao felt a strange sensation at this moment, as if something in his mind had suddenly become clear.

Zhang Mo gradually came to understand the second move of the sword technique. He had thought that he wouldn't be able to use the second move of the Angel Sword Technique until he reached the level of a Title Douluo. However, he didn't expect that with each use of the Sword of Judgment, as a swordsman, he would gradually develop a bit of sword intent!

His sword intent subtly gave him a sense that he could do it.

Zhang Mo wasn't the kind of person who hesitated or wavered. He wanted to take this opportunity to try and see where his limits really lay!

At first, each dodge and slash brought waves of soreness to his body, making him consider stopping the second sword technique. But gradually, a warm current flowed through his body, soothing the soreness and replenishing his strength to support Zhang Mo in performing the second move, the Shadowless Sword Style.

This warm current was undoubtedly the power of Zhang Mo's divine body. Normally, it had no practical use except for improving Zhang Mo's physical fitness, but now it was showing its power when Zhang Mo was squeezing out his physical potential.

Zhongli Ren's body was broken and tattered, his entire body was blood red, his eyes were white, and he had fainted.

Zhang Mo stepped on Zhong Liren's body, exerted force with both feet, and shot out with explosive speed! Holding the Sword of Judgment, he headed towards the other two brothers of the Evil Soul Master.

The eldest brother was named Zhongli Tian, ​​and the three brothers were named Zhongli Tian, ​​Zhongli Di, and Zhongli Ren. They were the famous Zhongli Brothers in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Now that the third brother is dead, the eldest and second eldest brothers hurriedly look around for a chance to escape.

Standing in front were an unreasonable, super-strong woman and a Soul Douluo with a 100,000-year-old soul skill, and behind them were three people who remained motionless, staring intently at their every move.

And behind them was that damned Radiant Finch—

Wait a minute? Radiant Sparrow?

Zhong Litian looked back and saw that the Radiant Sparrow was completely suppressed by the woman in the group. He thought to himself: If I take this woman hostage and force them to release my brother, I can also take the opportunity to collect the Radiant Sparrow's corpse.

This is truly killing two birds with one stone!

"Second brother! Retreat!"

After shouting these words, Zhong Litian turned around and headed towards Hui Guangming Que and Ye Guyi.

The second brother, Zhong Lidi, kept turning his head, seemingly understanding his elder brother Zhong Litian's meaning, and ran towards Hui Guangming Que and Ye Guyi.

A long-lost light returned to their eyes, as if reaching that place would turn their seemingly hopeless situation around!

Fifty steps, thirty steps, ten steps!

They were ten steps away from Ye Guyi at that moment!

His face was filled with joy from the inside out!

We're here! Almost there!!

Hope! The key to turning defeat into victory!

Yes, they finally arrived.

But it is neither Zhonglitian nor Zhonglidi.

It was Zhang Mo, and his sword of judgment.

They were only a few steps away from Ye Guyi and the Radiant Sparrow. Zhong Litian excitedly reached out to grab Ye Guyi. At that moment, a golden-red light descended from the sky like lightning.

With each breath, Zhang Mo's body moved three times, and the sword of judgment in his hand slashed up and down three times.

When Zhong Litian looked at his hand again, he realized that his outstretched left hand had flown away and there was only a bare and bloody wrist left. His entire left arm was also badly mangled, and the little flesh that was left was cut off to the bone.

A golden-red light shot out, and Zhang Mo felt that he was very fast. He could do it, he was capable of it!

He appeared behind Zhongli Tian and with a "whoosh," swung his sword. By the time Zhongli Tian turned around, Zhang Mo had vanished. He transformed into a golden-red ray of light and disappeared again, appearing beside Zhongli Tian and slashing downwards before turning back into golden-red light and disappearing once more.

And so, Zhang Mo moved between Zhongli Tian and Zhongli Di like a golden-red lightning bolt. Every time a golden-red glow flashed, a spray of blood would inevitably erupt from the body of one of Zhongli Tian and Zhongli Di.

Zhang Mo was getting faster and faster during this process! He fought against two people by himself, and he managed to keep Zhong Litian and Zhong Lidi stationary and unable to move an inch.

Zhang Lexuan and her group were even more dumbfounded. They never expected that Zhang Mo, with his Soul Emperor cultivation, could restrain two Soul Douluos. Although the three evil Soul Master brothers were in a very weak state, they shouldn't have been able to be suppressed by Zhang Mo, a Soul Emperor.

"Yuhao—what kind of sword technique did your master use? How could it be so powerful?" Zhang Lexuan turned around and asked Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao was also dumbfounded. It took him several seconds to stiffly reply, "It's Master's self-created soul skill, called—Nameless Sword Technique."

"—Boy! Stop! We brothers have witnessed your supernatural powers! We can talk! Give us a chance." Zhong Litian could no longer bear the feeling of being like a fish on a chopping board, being slowly tortured to death, and shouted loudly.

"Opportunity? Who will give those innocent souls who died at your hands an opportunity?" Zhang Mo's tone was neither humble nor arrogant. As he spoke, he slashed at Zhong Litian's back with his sword again.

"Ah!!" Zhong Litian screamed in agony.

"Big brother! I can't take it anymore!" Zhong Lidi shouted from behind Zhong Litian, and then his body began to swell up like a balloon! Zhong Lidi was going to self-destruct with his own soul power and life to buy Zhong Litian a chance to survive!

"No, little brother!!"

"Live on, brother!"

Zhong Litian had already lost one younger brother, and now another was about to leave him. In an instant, tears streamed down his face!

"Huh? You want to self-destruct? Did you ask me first?"

A golden-red glow suddenly appeared, and with the help of Huo Yuhao's mental detection, Zhang Mo saw clearly the flow of soul power within Zhong Lidi's body.

"snort!"

Zhang Mo infused a wisp of divine power into the Sword of Judgment, causing it to shine brightly. Then, Zhang Mo gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, thrust his arm forward, and plunged it into Zhong Lidi's lower abdomen, twisting it forcefully!

"Pfft!!" Zhong Li spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his swollen body slowly deflated like a punctured balloon.

"How—is this possible?" These were Zhong Lidi's last words in this life, and then he collapsed to the ground with his eyes wide open.

"younger brother!!!"

Zhong Litian howled in despair, and the next moment, the tip of the Sword of Judgment pierced through the back of his heart and emerged from the front!