Honn Shinsakura stared at Mohe and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Although he had the determination to fight to the death, he couldn't draw his sword.
If it was an ordinary opponent, even if their strength was far above his, Honn Shinsakura would still have the courage to fight.
However, Mohe was different. Only he could kill, but others couldn't kill him. Even if Honn Shinsakura could slash the sun and moon, he couldn't slash Mohe. Otherwise, he would only injure himself. Instantly, Honn Shinsakura was in a dilemma.
"Must you do this?" Sei Gasakai walked out of the cabin and stared at Mohe.
When Mohe saw Sei Gasakai, he beamed. He looked at Sei Gasakai and said, "I heard that you have the title of Sword Sage overseas. The Niten Flying Immortal-ryū is also known as the best Sword Dao overseas."
"It's just a favor from my friends," said Sei Gasakai with a frown.
"That's probably the case." Mo He nodded.
These words immediately infuriated the disciples of the Niten Flying Immortal-ryū. Perhaps Sei Gasakai wasn't the strongest human on Earth, but his Sword Dao realm was like a saint in the hearts of the Niten Flying Immortal-ryū disciples.
"A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. Mohe, I want to fight you," Honn Shinsakura said with a gloomy expression.
"You're not qualified." Mohe didn't even look at Honn Shinsakura as he said to Sei Gasakai, "Since you are known as the overseas Sword Sage, I believe you might have some real talent. Then, I'll give you a chance. I'll only fight you with sword techniques and suppress my strength to the same range as yours. If you can take three strikes from me without being defeated, I'll let you come and go freely. If you lose, the Niten Flying Immortal Palace will have to join my Family Clan of Gods. Do you dare to agree? "
Sei Gasakai knew very well that it was impossible for things to end peacefully today. If he agreed, there was still hope. If he did not agree, the Niten Flying Immortal Palace would probably be doomed.
Moreover, Sei Gasakai was very confident in his own Sword Dao. Putting aside the difference in their levels, he did not think that he was inferior to Mohe in terms of Sword Dao realm. He did not believe that he could not even withstand three strikes.
"Can your words represent the Family Of Gods?" Sei Gasakai looked at Mohe and asked.
"If I say you can leave, no one from the Family of Gods will dare to touch you again. Of course, the prerequisite is that you, the Sword Saint, can withstand three of my attacks without being defeated. " His goal was to bring the Niten Flying Immortal Palace back to the Family Clan of Gods, not to kill. He had only killed the Companion Beasts that were pulling the boat to intimidate everyone.
"Alright, three swords to decide the winner." Sei Gasakai's mind was calm. He was not moved by Mohe's words. At the same time, he did not really want to be undefeated in three strikes. He just wanted to win.
If a swordsman did not have the will to win and only had the mentality of withstanding three sword strikes, then he would have already lost.
Sei Gasakai summoned his Companion Beast's twin blades. They were two samurai blades, one long and one short. The blades looked the same, with a demonic purple color. There seemed to be a faint sanguine glow amidst the purple.
"This pair of sabers of mine is called Ghost Cry and God Howl. They are both growth-type Companion Beasts. They have already grown to the Calamity grade, one level higher than me. I'll use this sword to fight you. You don't have to worry about anything. Just use the strength of a Calamity grade," Sei Gasakai said.
"It's just an external object." Mohe casually beckoned as seawater surged into his palm like a fountain. Under the effects of the cold air in his palm, it condensed into a sword.
Casually shaking the ice sword, Mohe said, "Since you are at the Terror grade, I'll suppress my strength to the Terror grade. Withstand three strikes from me and you can go wherever you want."
Most of the disciples of the Niten Flying Immortal Palace wore looks of indignation. Mohe's actions were an insult to Sword Saint Sei Gasakai.
There were also people secretly rejoicing. They felt that Sei Gasakai's chances of winning had increased, but they were also worried that Mohe would not keep his promise.
"Please." Sei Gasakai's state of mind was as calm as an ancient well. He didn't have any emotional fluctuations because of Mohe's words. With sword in hand, he stood above the sea like a mountain.
"He really does have the demeanor of a Sword Saint." Mohe nodded slightly as his eyes turned serious. The ice sword in his hand stabbed at Sei Gasakai.
It was completely different from the aura of crushing hundreds of Companion Beasts with one hand. His strike was ordinary and simple. It could even be said that it was ridiculously ordinary. No sword aura or sword beam appeared. The sword thrust was very slow, so slow that it made people feel like he was joking.
Mohe was still standing on the dock, at least hundreds of meters away from Sei Gasakai. When he stabbed out with his sword, his feet didn't move as he remained standing on the dock.
However, for some reason, the sword tip that was slowly thrusting out seemed to be approaching Sei Gasakai.
It wasn't just Sei Gasakai. Everyone who was watching the battle felt as though the sword was stabbing towards their hearts. Those who weren't resolute turned pale in fright as they involuntarily retreated.
However, no matter how they retreated, the feeling that the sword tip was about to stab into their hearts lingered. It was as though their hearts would be pierced in the next second.
When Honn Shinsakura and Shiraishi Satomi saw this strike, their expressions turned abnormally solemn.
They all knew that it was very difficult to train one's sword technique quickly. The faster the sword, the easier it was to kill.
However, as long as one persisted in practicing, the sword would eventually become faster. It was just a matter of how much faster it was.
However, to train one's sword slowly, it wasn't something that could be learned through practice alone. One had to have extremely high talent in the way of the sword and have an epiphany. Only then would it be possible to train one's sword slowly.
Mohe's Slow Sword was clearly not as simple as being slow. Its realm was so high that even Honn Shinsakura's heart skipped a beat.
The sword slowly stabbed over. It looked like it was easy to resolve, but when one really wanted to resolve it, they realized that there was no way to do so.
This was because he was too slow. No matter how one dealt with it, one would only expose one's intentions to the other party. In a situation that was originally one of stillness, one suddenly realized that one had become the one moving.
However, if one didn't resolve the Slow Sword, the sword would slowly stab over like a frog in warm water. Once one entered the other party's killing range, it would be impossible for the other party to resolve it.
It was wrong to move, but it was also wrong to not move. Sei Gasakai immediately fell into a dilemma.
Those who knew how terrifying this strike was were worried for Sei Gasakai, but Sei Gasakai didn't panic. Without any hesitation, he slashed at Mohe with Ghost Weep.
His blade wasn't slow at all. On the contrary, it was so fast that it appeared in front of Mohe in an instant.
"Amazing!" Honn Shinsakura couldn't help but exclaim. This was the most authentic Niten Flying Immortal-ryū.
The long blade slashed at the enemy while the short blade protected him. The combination of movement and stillness was like the rotation of Yin and Yang. It was the only way to break the Slow Sword, but it was only limited to Sei Gasakai's realm.
The terrifying saber beam brought with it by Ghost Weep had already slashed in front of Mohe. If Mohe continued thrusting forward, his sword would be blocked by God's Howl. If he retracted his sword and dodged, he would immediately fall into a passive situation. Not to mention three strikes, even three hundred strikes or three thousand strikes would probably not be able to defeat Sei Gasakai.
Mohe didn't retreat, nor did he have any intention of retracting his sword. He actually used the ice sword condensed from seawater to meet Sei Gasakai's Calamity-grade Ghost Weep.
"Is he going to break his promise?" Everyone's hearts skipped a beat.
How could an ice sword condensed from seawater resist a Calamity-grade Companion Beast weapon unless Mohe used his Calamity-grade strength?
However, when the sword and saber clashed, Mohe didn't use his Calamity-grade strength. The ice sword was shattered without any suspense.
Everyone was overjoyed, but the next moment, everyone's faces turned ashen. They stood rooted to the spot, unable to believe what they had seen.
When the saber and sword clashed, Mohe's ice sword was shattered. However, his sword was condensed from seawater. The shattered ice sword melted into water, and as Mohe's sword continued forward, it condensed into a sword again and pointed at Sei Gasakai's chest.
"Everything has its own characteristics. The Dao of mutual promotion and restraint lies in one's heart. To not even comprehend this, it looks like the Niten Flying Immortal-ryū is nothing much," Mohe said indifferently.
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