Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

But it's different now.

Flowing Cloud Sword.

This is a special skill that Yuuto redeemed from the system and personally taught to Miwa.

Using Qi to control a sword, allowing the sword to move at will, and taking someone's head from a thousand miles away is an exaggeration, but controlling the sword to leave the body and releasing sword energy are basic operations.

Sanlun flicked his fingers lightly on the hilt of the knife.

The blade was slightly extended from its sheath, revealing a gleaming edge.

A white aura emanated from her palm, spreading along the hilt of the knife and across the entire blade.

The aura was as gentle as water, yet it subtly carried a sharp edge.

The panda's ears twitched.

He stared at the knife in Sanlun's hand, a hint of wariness flashing in his dark, bear-like eyes.

"What kind of magical power is this?"

Before he could think any further, the tricycle started moving.

With a sudden jerk of his right hand, the blade flew out of its sheath. Instead of being held in her hand, it hovered beside her, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

The blade trembled slightly in mid-air, emitting a low hum.

The stands erupted in chaos.

"A knife is flying?!"

"I'm not seeing things, am I? That tricycle?"

In a corner of the stands on the Panxing Sect's side, Xia Youjie's gaze also sharpened slightly.

He had seen many spells, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a technique for manipulating weapons.

"interesting."

Chapter 144 Student Battle 2

The three-wheeled vehicle opened its eyes.

She bowed slightly to the panda, then focused intently, her gaze clear and cold, her breathing steady, and the magical power within her body circulating smoothly through her meridians.

This is the qualitative change that the Flowing Cloud Sword brought to her.

In the past, tricycle drivers always hesitated when wielding their knives.

I'm afraid of hurting someone, afraid of hitting too hard, afraid of losing control.

But things are different now. The art of sword control tests one's mindset even more. The more you hesitate, the more erratic the sword's trajectory becomes, and the weaker its power.

She has already overcome that hurdle.

The panda also put away its playful expression, lowered its body slightly, and spread its paws out, assuming a defensive stance.

He is a cursed corpse, incapable of feeling pain, with a powerful physique and extremely strong striking power.

Of the four second-year students at the Tokyo school, Panda seems the least like a fighter, but in a real fight, he's no less of a threat than anyone else.

“Bring it on, tricycle,” Panda said in a deep, resonant voice.

Miwa loosely gripped her right hand, and the katana hanging at her side suddenly swung.

The battle begins.

Sanlun pointed forward with his right hand, and the katana transformed into a white arc of light, hurtling towards the panda.

Extremely fast.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp screech.

The panda's pupils contracted, and its body jerked backward as the blade flew past the tip of its nose.

Before he could regain his balance, the flying knife spun in mid-air and flew back.

From behind, strike straight for the heart.

Pandas react extremely quickly.

He crossed his arms to protect his back and took the blow squarely.

"when--"

A deafening metallic clang echoed through the arena.

The panda was jolted forward and staggered two steps, leaving two shallow cuts on its arm.

He looked down at his arm, then looked up at the tricycle.

"Your knife... it hurts a little."

It's not just sharp, it's incredibly sharp.

Moreover, the white aura attached to it seemed to have a penetrating effect on the cursed remains.

The tricycle did not respond.

She pulled her right hand back, and the katana drew an arc in the air before flying towards the panda again.

This time the trajectory is even more bizarre—

First it veers to the left, then suddenly cuts to the right, and finally cleaves down from directly above.

The greatest feature of the Flowing Cloud Sword's sword control technique is its flexibility; the sword's trajectory in the air can be adjusted at any time and is not completely bound by physical inertia.

The panda didn't try to take the hit head-on this time.

He leaped away, dodging the frontal strike, rolled in the air, and then slammed his fist into the ground.

"boom--"

The impact created a shallow crater in the ground, sending debris flying everywhere.

The three-wheeled vehicle's view was obstructed by the dust it kicked up.

She couldn't see where the panda was.

But she doesn't need to see it.

The perception of Qi is far more acute than that of sight.

Sanlun closed his eyes and made a horizontal cutting gesture with his right hand.

The katana slashed out silently through the dust.

The panda was circling around from the side, preparing to get close, when it suddenly felt a chill on its waist—it jerked its stomach in, barely avoiding the knife.

The blade grazed the fur as it flew past.

A few bear hairs drifted down into the air.

The panda landed back on the ground, glanced down at the shallow cut on its waist, and its expression turned serious.

"I was originally thinking of adding some water."

He clenched his fist, and his bones cracked.

"But now it seems that if I don't play seriously, I really will lose."

The panda pushed off the ground with both feet and charged towards the tricycle like a cannonball.

The speed is at least twice as fast as before.

The tricycle driver remained calm.

She opened her right hand, and her five fingers drew a circle in the air.

The katana flew back from a distance, hovering in front of her, its tip pointing directly at the charging panda.

This is the defensive form of the Flowing Cloud Sword – “Slender Emerald Green”.

Sword energy condensed around him, forming a white shield that was invisible and intangible, yet truly existed.

The panda's fist is coming.

With a whistling wind, he punched Sanlun in the face.

The fist suddenly stopped a meter away from the tricycle.

The panda didn't stop on its own.

It crashed into an invisible wall.

In that instant, the panda felt as if it had struck an extremely resilient ball of cotton—its strength was being stripped away layer by layer, finally dissipating into nothingness.

"what?"

The panda's pupils contracted slightly.

Taking advantage of the situation, Sanwa wielded his katana and thrust it from the side.

The panda turned its body and used its arm to deflect the blade, while simultaneously slamming its other fist into the invisible barrier.

This time he used all his strength.

"Click—"

The sound of the barrier shattering was very faint, almost inaudible.

But Sanlun's face paled slightly.

The delicate, verdant beauty was broken.

The panda's fist, still brimming with power, continued to pound towards the tricycle's face.

The tricycle gritted its teeth.

She neither retreated nor hid.

Instead, he did something that surprised everyone—

She grasped the hilt of the katana that had flown back into her hand and faced it head-on.

Shinkage-ryu: Drawing Sword Technique + Flowing Cloud Sword Qi.