Since the Continuation Academy asked him to continue, then he would continue.
Huai Shi unceremoniously took a tube of Source Essence from the box and poured it into his mouth. After replenishing a portion of his mana bar, he stuffed the rest of the items into his pocket.
Since the wool was delivered to his door, he would harvest it!
The visitor from the Continuation Academy was indifferent, as if he didn't see it at all and didn't care at all.
He was just waiting for the next data and results.
Casting, restart!
This time, in Huai Shi's hand, Juzumaru disappeared without a trace after a whisper, as if it had evaporated without warning.
But at that moment, Huai Shi felt her hair stand on end. She heard soft footsteps behind her, but there was nothing there.
Everyone present felt a chill rising in their hearts.
Next to the Sword Master's wheelchair, the attendant who accompanied him had already stiffened in place. He felt a chill close at hand, and his whole body was frozen.
Just behind the white-haired old man, in the dim shadow, a faint outline emerged.
It looked like a monk wearing a bamboo hat, draped in a dark red robe, with layers of prayer beads wrapped around his wrist and neck, but his face was hidden in the shadow under the bamboo hat.
Only a faint bloody light outlined the position of his eyes.
He was lowering his head, overlooking the old man's back.
Kamikaze didn't respond, and even his turbid eyes didn't waver.
"What's wrong, fake monk?" he asked hoarsely, "Are you thinking of enlightening me?"
"It's too late." The monk shook his head indifferently, "Benefactor's obsession is blazing, your six roots are dirty, and your sins are deep. You have already fallen into the realm of Avici calling. Dharma is already at its wit's end … "
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Kamikaze sneered, tapping the scabbard in front of his knees. He deliberately stretched his neck and exposed his dry and slender neck, "I have long heard that Juzumaru is a sword that kills souls and slays evil …"
He said, "Please try to slay an evil spirit like me."
"That's how it should be."
The blood-stained monk raised his hand and took off his bamboo hat. From his face shrouded in bloody fire, a fanaticism of joy emerged. He murmured hoarsely,
"Avatara-Samyak-Sambodhi!"
At that moment, the blood-red and evil aura faded away. A pure blade appeared from the scabbard and slashed towards the Sword Saint's neck!
The illusory light flashed and disappeared.
His speed had already surpassed that of lightning and was comparable to the circulation of thoughts and thoughts. No, it was even faster than that. This was because what was chopped down was not an actual substance, but a blade of bubbles created by the essence of awareness and compassion!
Wherever the blade passed, all evil karma, all filth, all impurities, and all delusions were destroyed!
A deathly silence descended.
In the long silence, Shang Quan remained silent. She closed her eyes slightly and sighed silently.
A cracking sound could be heard behind him.
The sword-wielding monk froze on the spot. Blood flowed out and the flames were extinguished. Cracks appeared on the blurry face as he staggered back a step.
He was clearly not the one who was beheaded.
But it was hard to suppress this cry of fear.
The bubble burst, and the Sword of Destroying Evil and Revealing Righteousness collapsed silently. Resolution and compassion could not cut away the opponent's arrogance and obsession, but were instead destroyed by the steel-like Mastery in the soul.
"Righteousness?"
Shang Quan shook his head. "That's all there is to it."
Behind him, the monk in the shadow silently dissipated, leaving behind a long, rusty knife that no longer shone. After losing the essence of Guardian and compassion, it fell to the mortal world.
There was no possibility of recovery.
"Next." Shang Quan looked down sleepily. "At least give me something … that won't make me yawn …"
Huai Shi turned around and looked at the opened box behind him.
The three dust-covered sharp blades clanged in the Sword Saint's whispers. Evil, ferocious, solemn … All kinds of auras spread like flames.
He closed his eyes and casually took one out. Then, he raised his eyebrows.
"Tongji Yasunoki?"
Huai Shi sighed softly. "This should be able to cheer up the old pretentious senior, right?"
Five minutes later, the expressionless Shang Quan returned to the wheelchair.
"Next."
Damn it, he was pretentious again!
Then, it was the next one, and the one after that …
From the ruthless and fierce Giant Steel Ape, Oden Taiguo, who wanted to hold everything in the world in his hands, to the soft and strange Sword of Guardian, Juzumaru, who devoured all evil, to the evil Sword, Tongji Yasunoki, who sealed the former wine into the blade and turned disaster into power, to the Sword of the King, Mikazuki Munechika, who held hegemony and broke mountains.
And finally, the Sword of Pure Slaughter, Onimaru Kokuzuna, who killed all evil and endless evil …
In less than an hour, the Five Swords of the World were all destroyed in front of the Sword Saint.
What he used was only the unparalleled swordsmanship that could frighten ghosts and frighten gods, which was an eye-opener for Huai Shi.
The Sword of the Heavenly City that could reach the heavens with a single thought; the Sword of the Heavenly City that was unparalleled and domineering; the Saber of the Sun that could shatter a city; the ever-changing illusion of the real and the illusory, the endless split-light bubbles; the battle of life and death, the collapsing momentum …
With just a casual swing, Huai Shi saw a lofty world that he had never imagined.
After struggling at death's door for so many years, the old body still contained the ambition to cut down the sun and the moon, and the skills that Huai Shi could not reach … It had nothing to do with Elder Luo always saying that Huai Shi lacked comprehension, and compared with the real strong, the talents he possessed were still far behind.
But who would want to compete with others in this?
If someone wanted to beat him, unless someone jumped out and played a cello song that no one had ever played before or since, even Huai Shi would refuse to flatter him.
But was there really such a person in this world?
Well, maybe there was such an old monster hidden in the headquarters of the Music Association of All Hells? But even if there was, the cello was such an unpopular instrument, no one would have such attainments as Huai Shi, right?
It could only be said that being invincible was so lonely.
With the thought of 'Sacred Swordsman, not bad!', Huai Shi applauded along with the crowd.
As for Shangquan, who was standing on the field and stepping on the gradually dissipating wraith's corpse, she was moved by the cheers and applause. She only turned around and looked at the guest from the Continuation Academy who stood beside her without saying a word.
"How is it?"
The stooped old man asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this old man's sword acceptable?"
"It's enough."
The mysterious man who called himself 008 nodded, and his electronic voice was flat, "It's 30% better than expected. It seems that aging didn't make you weaker, and after so many years of entanglement with death, you've become stronger …"
"Stronger? How am I strong? "
Shang Quan sneered and shook his head, "Can I be considered strong just by winning a few rounds against that kind of dead thing? It's too ridiculous — the so-called swordsmanship is, in essence, a way to kill people.
Only a living person can show its essence … "
As he spoke, his pair of muddy old eyes looked at Huai Shi who was watching the fun and eating, making Huai Shi's expression stiffen.
"After watching the monkey show for so long, you have to leave something behind, right, Huai Shi?"
Shang Quan coughed and smiled faintly, "That indifferent look, you don't put me in your eyes at all …"
"Wait!"
Huai Shi subconsciously raised his hand and said solemnly, "I have a good disciple, surnamed Lin and named Zhonghuo. He's very talented and his strength is the best among his peers. Why don't we let him play a few rounds with Sacred Swordsman …"
"No."
Shang Quan shook his head, "I'm still waiting for that kid to marry into the family so that I can manage the dojo in the future. If he's scared, wouldn't that girl Yao Xiang be sad?"
"Then why don't you go find Qilin, find the old man of the Yuan family, or find Luo Siwei in hell?"
Huai Shi glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. Until now, how could he not figure out what kind of dogskin plaster this old man was selling in his gourd, "Sacred Swordsman, it's fine that you're doing rehabilitation exercises, but can't you find something more difficult?
Why use me, a junior, as a stepping stone? "
"It's because I won't lose that I specifically looked for you, Huai Shi," Shang Quan replied frankly.
"I can't be too strong, or I'll strain my muscles and bones. I can't be too weak, or I won't be able to perform at all. It just so happens that I have you, neither strong nor weak, within the range of this old man."
He thought for a moment, and said seriously, "This is the art of war."
"Well, your Yingzhou's art of war is only about teaching people how to eat and beating the cooks, right?"
Seeing that the old man stopped coughing when he thought of beating the weak, Huai Shi felt that he might not be able to escape today. He sighed, "Have you thought it through?"
"Haha, don't worry."
Shang Quan grinned, "I'll be merciful."
"No, I just want to remind you."
Huai Shi slowly got up from the chair, patted the non-existent dust on his knees and buttocks, and moved his body, "Apart from being smelly and hard as a stepping stone, I'm also a bit slippery.
Be careful, old man, if you don't step firmly, you might sprain your ankle. "
Shang Quan was slightly stunned, and then he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "I like the way you boast shamelessly, Huai Shi. You seem to always be full of vitality, hope, and the future."
He sighed sincerely, "Every time I meet a junior like you, it makes me feel happy from the bottom of my heart."
"Is that so?" Huai Shi walked into the field indifferently, closed the door behind him, and answered perfunctorily, "That's too happy."
"That's right."
The old man paused for a moment, grinned, and revealed a cruel smile that was exactly the same as Luo Siwei's, "Especially, every time I think about what kind of frustration and despair those hopeful faces will show in a while, it makes me so excited that I can't control myself.
When I think about how some people will not dare to hold a sword for the rest of their lives under my attack, and will tremble in nightmares for the rest of their lives, it makes me so excited that my stomach rumbles, and I can't be full …
When a calf is born, it really sees the ferocity of a tiger, when a boastful guy really understands the majesty of a mountain, when he sees the tragic corpses of countless fellow travelers who died with their eyes open, when he luckily escapes from the blade of a sword and spends the rest of his life eternally in the shadow … This fear that is engraved in the hearts of the weak is the only way to prove 'strength'! "
The words he said were obviously so ugly and ferocious, but the old man's expression was so solemn and solemn, "The so-called swordsmanship, the so-called fighting, the so-called skills … After removing all the high-sounding excuses, all the ways of fighting in the world exist for this reason!"
In the silence, Huai Shi couldn't help but shake his head.
"To be honest, I'm not interested in your reasons. However, at this point, even if I say that I'm actually a musician, you certainly won't let me go, right?
So, I only have one question … "
He paused for a moment, looked outside, and asked seriously, "Do you reimburse me?"
008 nodded without hesitation.
"Ten times," he said.
At that moment, Huai Shi narrowed his eyes with a smile, and no longer had any scruples.
In this way, he took the first step toward the Sword Saint, toward the peak that no martial artist in the present state could surpass.
"So, bare-handed?" The Sword Saint sneered, "Where's your Tian Que, Huai Shi? Why don't you take out your Nautilus and show it to people?"
"Isn't it already in front of you, Your Excellency Sword Saint?"
At that moment, Huai Shi raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The whole steel building roared, and layers of heavy structures quickly turned over. Huge equipment rose and fell, and countless cables extended rapidly. When huge modules collided with each other, blazing sparks burst out.
With the crisp snap of the fingers, the whole world seemed to be resonating in a low voice.
As far as the eye could see, the steel sky and earth, the whole structure buried deep in the ground, and even the casting center protruding from the ground were just an extension of the Nautilus.
Here, it has long been covered by the Tian Que!
Now, the huge main gun suddenly protruded from the ceiling above Huai Shi's head, aiming at the unsuspecting old man in front of him.
With the roar of the tide that Nemo's engine had already run to the limit.
Brazenly firing!
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