Chapter 292 Qin Mo is very kind

The rain intensified, accompanied by increasingly frequent and dazzling lightning.

Bashir stood on the roof of the two-story building on the far right of the fourth row of the cultivators' community, and clearly saw the scene of Qin Mo defeating Morse just now. No... that was not a defeat at all, it should be called crushing and teasing.

The moment Qin Mo made contact with Morse, Bashir sensed that the Holy Spirit power on Morse's body had strangely stopped, clearly indicating that this Great Xia man had a way to influence the operation of the Holy Spirit power.

It must be said that Bashir's judgment was very accurate. Morse's defenses were broken through by Qin Mo's powerful energy from the very beginning, which suppressed the Holy Spirit power in his body, leaving him with no power to fight back.

A massive red lightning bolt streaked across the night sky, allowing Bashir Capel to see Qin Mo's smile—a smile that was both wicked and handsome, yet also possessed an indescribable allure.

After lightning comes thunder. Just seconds after the huge red lightning disappeared, thunder roared, and Qin Mo moved as well, much like an elegant knight dancing to the sound of war drums.

Bashir had been on high alert for a long time. The moment Qin Mo moved slightly, he unreservedly activated the Holy Spirit power accumulated within his body, and a light even more dazzling than Morse's earlier shone from the rooftop of the small building.

"Why the hell does a knight have to be so flashy? Even if the entrance is dazzling, will it scare people to death?"

While complaining, Qin Mo spread his energy throughout his body. Unlike yesterday when he demonstrated the use of energy to Kelly, he didn't conjure up a dazzling weapon. Today, he planned to crush Bashir with his physical strength.

After exchanging blows with Morse, Qin Mo felt that the dazzling light was more about creating an aura, or rather, using light and shadow effects to make herself look cool and like a god.

Bashir was radiant with divine light, and the greatsword formed from the power of the Holy Spirit in his hand emitted a dazzling white light. This was completely different from the spear made of invisible energy that Kelly had shown Qin Mo.

Bashir's greatsword was indeed formidable, but for Qin Mo, it was far less dangerous and lethal than Kelly's invisible spear. Not to mention, it paled in comparison to the light and shadow combat techniques taught by Allen.

Bashir was very confident in his gleaming greatsword. Fighting was forbidden among the inner temple cultivators, and he had defeated countless opponents with this greatsword formed from the power of the Holy Spirit. Each time, it enhanced his reputation, and today would certainly be no exception.

Qin Mo's figure swept through the air, approaching Bashir, who was standing steadily on the rooftop. Bashir shouted and slashed upwards with his lightsaber. Bashir, who was experienced in combat, knew that this kind of slash was the hardest to block. He could only dodge or retreat. But Qin Mo was in the air. How could he dodge or retreat?

Qin Mo actually dodged. While in mid-air, Qin Mo suddenly shifted a few inches to the side. It was these few inches that made Bashir hate her for no reason.

Bashir's lightsaber grazed Qin Mo's body and soared into the sky. Qin Mo's body faintly emitted a bright yellow light. As it passed the lightsaber, the Holy Spirit power within Bashir's body visibly trembled and became sluggish.

Bashir was greatly alarmed. He had encountered this situation before. When Knight Commander Wenger Stellia taught him martial arts, he would feel the same way... This was a suppression phenomenon caused by the completely unequal purity of the Holy Spirit's power.

"The purity of this Great Xia person's 'vital energy'... is even purer than that of the Knight Commander..."

Bashir only had time for this thought to flash through his mind before he had to abandon his lightsaber and begin hand-to-hand combat with Qin Mo, because Qin Mo had already crashed into his arms.

At this point, no weapon is as effective as fists and feet. Besides, the lightsaber he created with the power of the Holy Spirit is very different from a physical energy weapon. Under these circumstances, his most powerful weapon is actually his own body.

Bashir is a practitioner of the Knights' Temple. His main focus is to draw upon the power of the Holy Spirits of Heaven and Earth to strengthen his body to the extreme. It is said that after cultivating to the level of a Holy Knight, one can even use his powerful body to withstand attacks from the opponent's Heaven and Earth energy.

The rain was pouring down. After the two made physical contact, the energy fluctuations generated by their collision shook the surrounding raindrops into puffs of mist, drawing admiration from the onlookers.

"Lord Bashir is indeed the pride of our temple. The holy light emanating from him is so pure that I feel a strong disturbance in the world. Is Lord Bashir about to break through in the battle?" said a cultivator from the Knights' Hall.

“Bashir’s physique is indeed very strong, but it seems… our new recruit from the Priestess Temple is not bad either!” The girl from the Priestess Temple began to retort, but she didn’t seem to have much confidence in Qin Mo either.

"Thank goodness I didn't queue up today, otherwise I wouldn't have seen such a wonderful fight..."

"Exactly! That newcomer is amazing! The two of them are really locked in a fierce battle!"

The audience chatted amongst themselves about the fight between Qin Mo and Bashir. The mist created by their fierce battle obscured their view, and the actual situation on the field was not what they had imagined.

Bashir knew things were going to go wrong the moment he saw Qin Mo engage in hand-to-hand combat. Qin Mo's tall, slender body seemed to conceal a legendary dragon, and his prideful strength was utterly inadequate. Qin Mo's figure was elusive and difficult to hit, and he could easily neutralize Bashir's attacks with a simple block. However, every punch Qin Mo threw caused the Holy Spirit power within Bashir's body to tremble violently.

Bashir had to repeatedly use secret techniques to stimulate the potential within his body. The white light on his body grew brighter and brighter, but his body was actually getting weaker and weaker. On the battlefield, the "holy light" that represented light could inspire the fighting spirit of human armies, but now it had become useless under Qin Mo's abnormal energy armor.

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