Even Mu Hanyan couldn't defeat the illusion in his mind with just swordsmanship, and it was certainly impossible for others to do so. The only way to defeat the illusion was to learn his swordsmanship and use his own method to defeat him.
A sharp pain came from her waist, penetrating deep into her bones. Mu Hanyan was injured by the opponent's sword again.
The opponent's swordsmanship was too exquisite and too complicated. If Mu Hanyan was not mistaken, this complete set of swordsmanship had a total of 108 moves, which could not be comprehended in a short time.
Moreover, the opponent did not give her any time to rest. After succeeding in striking with the sword, he immediately launched an attack.
However, after entering this illusion, time seemed to slow down. Mu Hanyan felt that she had been fighting hard for a long time, at least far more than half a quarter of an hour, but the assessment had not ended.
Mu Hanyan quickly realized that this illusion was actually an independent spacetime, where time flowed much more slowly than in the outside world. Unless she died under the enemy's sword, she would have plenty of time to comprehend their swordsmanship. Of course, the death mentioned here didn't mean a true death, but rather a mental breakdown and severe injuries like those previous losers.
Since there was no need to worry about time, Mu Hanyan was not in a hurry. While struggling to deal with the opponent's fierce attack like a flood and tide, she was also trying to figure out the mystery of the opponent's swordsmanship.
Mu Hanyan didn't know how much time had passed, nor how many scars were left on her body. The pain that pierced her heart and bones again and again almost pushed her to the brink of mental collapse.
Fortunately, her will had already been tempered by the last battle with Gui Yumie, and was much stronger than that of ordinary people, so she persevered time and time again.
Finally, every sword move and every change of the opponent were deeply imprinted in her heart.
The long sword passed by like lightning and pierced into the heart and vital part of the big man.
There was a flash of light and shadow outside, and the big man disappeared from sight.
The surroundings became dead silent, yet still filled with a tragic and tragic atmosphere.
Mu Hanyan stood there quietly. As the last sword was thrust out, her mind became clear. Although her strength did not improve at all, she could clearly feel that she had a new understanding of swordsmanship, or the entire sword art. Some of the difficulties in her previous practice were also solved at this moment.
Mu Hanyan knew that these insights might not seem very useful now, but as her cultivation deepened, they would definitely bring her great benefits.
Previously, she felt that those young swordsmen who had suffered mental breakdowns and serious injuries and had to leave halfway were a bit pitiful. Not only did they fail to pass the test, but they also had to waste several months of time to recuperate. Now she no longer thinks so. Even if they cannot successfully pass the test, these insights will benefit them greatly, which is not comparable to those few months of training at all.
On the contrary, those young people who quit halfway have missed a great opportunity. When they realize the benefits of it in the future, they will regret it for the rest of their lives.
"You have passed the test, do you want to continue?" A distant voice sounded in my mind, as if it came from nine heavens, from another world.
"Go on." Mu Hanyan said without hesitation.
Since she knew that this assessment itself was a rare opportunity, how could she give up so early?
As soon as the words fell, a young swordsman in green armor appeared in front of him and stabbed at Mu Hanyan with a sword.
This sword came so suddenly and so swiftly that even though Mu Hanyan had lived two lives and had experienced hundreds of battles, it was difficult to dodge it.
Fortunately, the countless times of being on the verge of collapse were not in vain. Mu Hanyan's reaction and understanding of swordsmanship have improved by much more than before. At the critical moment, her body instinctively shook and she dodged the opponent's fatal sword.
The sword still cut her arm, bringing out a puff of blood, and also brought pain deep into her bone marrow. This pain was a hundred times more intense than the previous pain.
If Mu Hanyan's will had not been tempered to be extremely strong during her fight with Gui Yu, and if she had not endured so much pain when she previously comprehended the hundred sword techniques, this one sword would have been enough to cause her a mental breakdown.
Mu Hanyan bit her tongue hard, instantly waking up from the brief blankness of her brain caused by the extreme pain, and attacked the opponent with a sword.
The opponent's swordsmanship only has ten moves, but these ten moves are far more exquisite than the previous hundred moves. Each move seems like a stroke of genius, containing endless mysteries.
The cold blade raked across his flesh again and again, drawing bright red blood. Although he knew it was all an illusion, the intense pain was so real.
"I didn't expect that Mu Hanyan still has some strength and can hold on until now." Outside the field, someone said in surprise, looking at Mu Hanyan's painful face covered with cold sweat.
Although the illusion was equivalent to an independent time, time passed extremely slowly, but it was not completely still. At this time, half a quarter of an hour had passed. After the four young swordsmen were carried out of the field one after another, six people still persisted until now. Mu Hanyan, who was previously looked down upon by almost everyone, was among them.
"Yes, this Mu Dawanku is indeed a bit unexpected, but this group is really amazing. In addition to Mu Hanyan, there are five other people who persisted. Who are those people?" Someone next to him said with emotion, and then asked.
"Three of them are Hua Yue, Zirong, and Jiang Yuzhe, all of whom are Mu Hanyan's personal bodyguards. There are two others, one is Ling Baobao and the other is Tang Bufan, who are said to be Mu Hanyan's friends as well." The person who answered had a strange expression on his face.
After hearing what he said, the expressions of the others also became strange.
The previous assessment was still fresh in his mind. With each group of ten, it was incredibly difficult for just one person to pass. Yet, this group had surprisingly managed to get through to the present moment with six people. Most surprising of all, aside from Mu Hanyan himself, the other five were related to him: three were his personal bodyguards, and two were his friends.
This most dissolute playboy in the capital actually has a pretty good relationship with people.
"Why do I feel that Mu Hanyan is the hardest working one among these six people?" Someone looked at the six people on the scene carefully and said in confusion.
"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed. Looking at Mu Hanyan, it seems like she's indeed working much harder than others." Someone echoed.
At this time, Hua Yue, Zirong and others were also trying their best to comprehend the meaning of the sword. They were also sweating profusely and looked in pain. However, even Tang Bufan and Ling Baobao, who had the lowest strength, looked much more relaxed than Mu Hanyan.
"What's so strange about this? How many of these playboys from aristocratic families have real abilities? If they didn't have their families backing them up, a bunch of lackeys helping them, and a bunch of friends who were colluding with them, how much trouble could they cause?" Someone said with disdain.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
