Chapter 501. 500. Battle Record: 0-3
The dense clanging of swords echoed across the empty, weedy fields.
Patches of weeds were severed at the roots amidst the overflowing sword energy; the crooked wooden house collapsed with a roar during the fierce battle; and the overflowing arcs of electricity ignited the dry wood, setting off towering flames in the eternal night.
Fifteen kept dodging and retreating, the soles of his boots drawing messy tracks on the scorched earth, which smelled of corrosion.
Although he had long guessed that this Puji was not weak, he was still incredulous when he found that he could not parry all of the Puji's sword moves and could only dodge the swords that he could not block by retreating.
The current situation is truly unacceptable to Fifteen.
If the opponent is a powerful demon, being suppressed by 15 points is somewhat acceptable and understandable, since human racial stats are not particularly high.
But the other party just plopped down!
This Puji's attributes are clearly far inferior to his; in terms of arm strength alone, it's not even half as strong as his.
what does that mean?
Does this mean that his decades of painstaking swordsmanship training were defeated by a mushroom monster?!
How can this be accepted!
With a single move, he deflected the longsword crackling with electricity from the Puji tentacles, and Fifteen seized the opportunity to leap back half a step, crossing his two swords in front of his chest to form a cross, assuming a fighting stance.
"Chaos..."
【Entanglement】
A tentacle coiled around Fifteen's right arm and pulled him down sharply, interrupting his attack.
At the same time, with the pull, the short legs came flying.
Puff puff—
Retreat immediately upon contact.
Fifteen staggered backward, her fingertips brushing against the tip of her nose, leaving a bright red stain.
"How could I possibly... lose to Puji again and again!"
【trample】
【破军】
"Chaos!"
Fifteen, filled with shame and indignation, pounced again, her twin swords transforming into a storm of attacks.
Sword Saint Puji finally drew his second sword, and the flames rising from the blade instantly ignited the surrounding weeds.
It calmly parried the furious attack, each step back perfectly avoiding the sword's edge, without even using the [Moon Step] footwork.
Wherever the two went, the straw figures that were unfortunately caught in the battle suffered.
They were either torn to shreds by the blade or engulfed in flames and burned to ashes.
Number Nine chased after it desperately, its short legs leaping and bounding through the burning weeds, afraid that Number Fifteen would fall into the deeper layers if it strayed too far.
Fifteen was completely immersed in the fierce back-and-forth of offense and defense, sweat dripping from his chin.
The Sword Saint, having roughly figured out the abilities of this puji body, decided to end the training session.
Try this last one...
He leaped backward, and the tentacles that had been gripping the twin swords suddenly spun rapidly like spindles, launching the swords away the instant Fifteen got close.
clang!
Sword Saint's seemingly light thrust actually contained a spiraling force. The moment the sword tips met, Fifteen felt a jolt in his hand and almost lost his grip on his weapon.
Just then, two tentacles extended and struck a vital point on his wrist. Before the tingling sensation could spread, the two swords in his hand were cleverly taken away.
The pair of weapons, carrying a fierce killing intent, shot back!
On the brink of life and death, Fifteen just managed to draw his last weapon, the short sword left behind by his master!
A flash of cold light, accompanied by a piercing collision, and he narrowly deflected the two flying swords.
When he looked up, still shaken, the figure of the plop created ripples and gradually disappeared into the space.
"It... fell down?"
Fifteen then let out a sharp breath; for a moment just now, he really thought he was going to be killed.
They lost to Puji again...
Moreover, unlike the previous two times when he was ambushed and felt frustrated, this time it was a fair and square sword fight, a complete defeat without any fancy moves.
He could even sense that the other creature still had some energy left... which he found hard to accept.
Looking at his cracked tiger's mouth, Fifteen couldn't understand what was wrong with the world.
How come even a random Poji I encounter has the ability to beat me up?
Am I really that weak?
And... this feeling of being abused and humiliated at the same time always felt somewhat familiar to him... even somewhat... happy?
Fifteen shook his head violently. What's so great about that? He's not a masochist!
Puff puff—
The sound from behind made his muscles tense instantly, but he quickly realized that it wasn't the creature with the twin swords behind him.
Number Nine hurriedly came from behind, and the first thing he did after standing still was to stomp out the flames on his short legs. Then, he wrapped his tentacles around the talking stone and stuck it to Fifteen's buttocks.
"How did it fall down? Could it really not be a mushroom?" It was equally shocked and decided to go find the mushroom master and complain as soon as it got out!
Fifteen silently picked up the scattered longswords and then solemnly sheathed his master's short sword.
"No matter what, let's get out of here now." He looked at the spot where the Sword Saint had disappeared with a thud, still feeling lingering fear. "I really can't beat him. If he climbs back up, it will be dangerous."
"Who told you to leave me behind and go after them all by yourself! When the two of us teamed up, that arrogant little poopy was no match for us!"
...
The sword light swept across the wilderness like a crescent moon, cutting down and setting ablaze dozens of scarecrow farmers and the weedy fields they guarded...
Sword Saint sat down slowly amidst the raging flames.
This body has all kinds of resistances, making it surprisingly convenient.
He was quite satisfied with Fifteen's quick thinking in drawing his short sword to parry at the last moment, and as for being suppressed by him, he couldn't blame Fifteen.
After all, he had anticipated every move and habit of this kid's swordsmanship. Even without deliberately targeting him, it was as if he had predicted all of his opponent's moves on the chessboard.
The match just now not only helped him regain the feel of when he was instructing his disciples, but also triggered new insights.
The tentacles are really useful!
Spiral thrusts and the like are things that humans could never use.
And the feeling when I finally snatched the fifteen swords...
The swordsman examined his four supple tentacles, wondering if he could add two more swords.
The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
Since I'm already a puji, why should I stick to the dual-sword style from my human days?
Besides tentacles, there are also those strange and wonderful abilities...
Thoughts burst forth like sparks.
When his thinking broke through the inherent limitations of human time, the Sword Saint's inspiration flowed like a spring, and he thought of countless possible combinations of moves.
It's a pity there are no apprentices to practice on.
However… looking at those swaying figures in the distant fields… the scarecrow may not feel very good, but given the limited resources, I'll just have to make do with it…
...
After coming out and connecting to the fungal carpet, Number Nine started tattling to Lin Jun.
It is said that it encountered an out-of-control Puji in the abyss, which almost killed its own Fifteen. In the end, it took timely action to defeat the opponent, but the strange Puji escaped.
Upon hearing Number Nine's description, Lin Jun knew it was the Sword Saint.
As for what Number Nine said about displaying its divine power, Lin Jun automatically ignored it. How could her split soul possibly deceive her?
But it's none of his business if the Sword Saint disciplines his disciple!
So after Lin Jun told Number Nine that it was the Fourteenth Brother, she casually sent it away.
Lin Jun's attention is now almost entirely focused on the northern border.
The excavation work has finally made new progress...something big has been unearthed!
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