Chapter Thirty-Six: Crescent Moon Slash
Qin Mo watched Huang Seshu charge at him with sword in hand, and a flicker of fear rose in his heart. He knew this was because he hadn't yet adapted to this bloody, combat environment. Although he had developed a high level of combat awareness and skill under Allen's tutelage, his mindset was still that of a homebody from Earth.
An adult facing off against a boy would likely feel no pressure, but if the boy were wielding a dagger, the adult would certainly tremble, because the boy now posed a potential threat. Of course, special forces soldiers, elite soldiers, and members of the Wolf Fang Squad are exceptions.
Fortunately, Huang Seshu's movements seemed incredibly slow to Qin Mo, allowing her to easily dodge his attack with a slight movement. Huang Seshu didn't miss his strike either, using the momentum to launch a counter-attack, but Qin Mo raised her double-edged axe to block it at her waist. "Clang..." The sharp metallic clang reverberated in everyone's ears, and also shook Huang Seshu's heart.
Three years have passed, and Huang Seshu believes he has made significant progress. Three years ago, Qin Mo was no match for him, especially since Qin Mo's body was extremely weak. Now, Qin Mo's physique is even more pathetic, but judging from the recoil force of the longsword, Qin Mo's physical strength is surprisingly great.
Huang Seshu calmed himself down, holding his sword with both hands. He intended to use a thunderous and swift offensive to break down Qin Mo's fighting spirit. Having honed his skills in the Wang family's sword room for more than two years, he naturally understood that what a rookie like Qin Mo, who had never been on the battlefield, feared most was a reckless, saturation attack.
In an instant, Huang Seshu circled and danced around Qin Mo, his long sword, "Bewilderment," blazing with light, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime. He himself squinted, almost unable to feel the power of his sword.
Amidst the swirling sword shadows, Qin Mo drifted like an autumn leaf in the wind, seemingly unaffected by the howling gale. He had entered a wondrous state, channeling the primordial energy within his dantian and releasing it outwards, carefully sensing the contact and tension between his own energy and Huang Seshu's swordplay. It was as if he had spread a vast net of primordial energy around himself, and Huang Seshu was like a mosquito caught in the net, struggling and resisting, yet remaining completely under his control.
Qin Mo and Allen never had this feeling when practicing combat skills. Allen would always hand weapons to her without her noticing, making her busy dealing with them. But now, fighting against Huang Seshu, she knew Huang Seshu's tactics by heart.
To onlookers, Huang Seshu's swordplay was powerful and dazzling, while Qin Mo moved swiftly and rapidly across the arena, his speed so great that he left afterimages. His movements were elegant and effortless; were it not for the tattered axe he carried, he would have resembled a dancer performing a mesmerizing melody.
"A crude person wielding a divine weapon will only defile its exquisite beauty, while a noble person holding ordinary iron will find it difficult to conceal its brilliance." Qin Yumu took out her jade-handled folding fan again, gently fanning herself, completely unaware that it was now night, not the scorching sun.
The sword light in the arena was growing weaker and weaker, and Huang Seshu's momentum was greatly diminished. After all, he was only at the peak of the Yellow Realm, and activating the magic array to fight against the enemy was already a great effort. Moreover, after fighting for so long while activating two magic arrays at the same time, the Yuan Qi in his Dantian was almost depleted. He made up his mind, seized an opportunity to leap several feet away, and shouted loudly.
"Qin Mo, since you've signed a life-or-death contract, then fight like a man. Why do you always dodge like a woman?"
Qin Mo had been experiencing the wonders of projecting his own vital energy outwards, while also observing Huang Seshu's Wang family combat techniques. Huang Seshu lacked combat experience, and the Wang family techniques were indeed extraordinary; he had learned a great deal from observing half of them. Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, someone compared him to a woman. Qin Mo hated being compared to a woman, and he immediately flew into a rage, his killing intent rising.
"You should know that although we have signed a life-and-death contract, it does not necessarily mean that we will live or die. But since you are determined to die, I, the young master, will grant your wish." Qin Mo's words seemed to drift from the side, without a trace of human warmth, but everyone was captivated by his tone.
Qin Mo walked towards Huang Seshu step by step, abandoning her light and agile fighting style. Each step felt like a heavy weight hitting the ground, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Huang Seshu knew that Qin Mo would definitely attack him with all his might, so he activated all the remaining energy in his dantian, preparing to fight Qin Mo fiercely.
Qin Mo walked faster and faster, suddenly exerting his strength, leaping several meters in one bound and arriving directly in front of Huang Seshu. He activated two magic arrays within his double-edged axe with his vital energy, his body arching like a bow, his axe swinging like the moon. A crescent moon hung in the sky between them, accompanied by Qin Mo's several afterimages, passing by Huang Seshu.
Qin Mo went from leaping forward to standing still in the blink of an eye. Many people only felt that a crescent moon flashed by in an instant, and when they looked at Huang Seshu in the arena... he had already been cut in half at the waist. The cuts on his soft armor at the waist were neat and astonishing.
"Ding..." It seemed like a long time had passed before the long sword in Huang Seshu's hand finally fell to the ground. The crisp sound of metal striking stone startled the stunned crowd around him.
“…Crescent Moon Slash…” someone called out a name.
Qin Mo chuckled when he heard someone call out the name of his combat technique; the Elven race's signature techniques were no joke. He walked to Huang Seshu's side, his toes barely moving as his longsword appeared in his hand. He casually twirled it with a beautiful, enchanting sword flourish, concealing his unease. After all, this was his first time killing someone, and in front of so many onlookers. It would be a lie to say he felt no reaction; in reality, seeing the blood and entrails scattered on the ground, he almost vomited.
"Miss Wang, could you please pay for these two sets of weapons? I don't usually buy on credit!" Qin Mo forced a wicked smile at Wang Yuyan, suppressing his discomfort.
"…Take it as you please, the Wang family will never renege on their debt…" Wang Yuyan looked at Huang Seshu, who was enduring excruciating pain and looking at her with hopeful eyes, and her face showed a look of disdain.
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