N-A-A 26-16 Flying Sword
26-16 Flying Sword
Yu Hong also won, a few minutes faster than the man with the flying sword. The two men clapped their hands, which were numb from the impact, and said in unison, "I knew you would win."
Mo Moxiao returned, and Mo Bei returned to the real world, sitting down at the table with the others. Mo Moxiao pressed a button, and the table displayed the new round's match list. It showed: Mo Bei x Flying Sword Man. There were no byes this round; the match started at 16 PM.
The flying sword man looked at Mo Bei, then at Yu Hong: "Isn't this the one we were talking about earlier?" Yu Hong nodded. Mo Bei started to get cocky: "I didn't expect so many people to be watching me, even my future opponents know me. I'm still too strong!" The flying sword man said: "Do you think you can beat me?" Mo Bei replied: "Let's cheer each other on!" The flying sword man pointed at Mo Bei, looking at Yu Hong, his eyes seeming to say: "Looking at an idiot." Yu Hong waved his hand.
Mo Bei returned to the small world. Dongfang Yun spoke first: "This person is very likely a control-type." Mo Bei replied: "Thank you, Yun'er." He then began to take stock of his "cheat codes": "Hmm... right now I only have scales and star fragments." Upon hearing "star fragments," Dongfang Yun realized that Mo Bei didn't know the name of the extra spiritual skill, and blamed himself for his oversight, so he said: "This move is called 'Phantom Heavenly Path'." Mo Bei replied: "Thank you, Yun'er, that's a good name, I'll remember it."
Mo Bei's body was lying on the bed, but he was actually moving around in the small world. This was one of the most basic advantages of the small world.
It was almost 16 PM, and it was Mo Bei's turn to enter the arena. Mo Bei headed towards the newly opened passage, directly opposite the flower garden, while the man with the flying sword went to the other side. At the end of the passage was another pile of food, just like usual. The two of them sat opposite each other, finishing their food almost simultaneously before entering the arena.
The man with the flying sword leaned against the entrance of the passage, holding his sword, and said, "Leave voluntarily." Mo Bei was taken aback, thinking it was a local specialty, and replied to the man with the flying sword, "Leave voluntarily."
The man with the flying sword was the first to launch a strike to test Mo Bei. He had only watched one match involving Mo Bei and didn't know much about him, only that Mo Bei could definitely fly, and that flying swords could counter him, and that Mo Bei seemed to have a teleportation ability, indicating that he was likely good at close combat and could also use a fireball, which was effective at both close and long range—a skill that he himself also possessed.
Seeing the flying sword's performance, Mo Bei decided to melt it with his own lightning flames. So, Mo Bei stood still, striking what he thought was a cool pose: raising his right hand, he condensed a lightning flame bomb. Mo Bei fired the lightning flame bomb, burning through the flying sword. The man with the flying sword summoned several more flying swords to intercept it, but finding it futile, he immediately rolled away to dodge.
Mo Bei used Thunderflame Soaring Heaven, instantly taking flight and conjuring a Thunderflame Bomb in his hand. The flying sword man, anticipating this, controlled his sword to slash at Mo Bei. Benefiting from the acceleration of Thunderflame Soaring Heaven, Mo Bei easily dodged the attack and took out Star Shards, spinning the Moon Wheel. The flying sword man felt that using his flying sword further would only deplete his already limited reserves.
The flying swordsman's sword was actually forged from scrap metal he collected in his daily life, smelted in his small world, and the materials for the smelting were largely thanks to Yu Hong's help. Thinking of this, the flying swordsman's eyes hardened; after all, he was determined to defeat Yu Hong himself.
The man with the flying sword took out a giant sword from his small world, stepped on it, and the sword slowly floated up. Indeed, this was a true flying sword.
The flying swordsman stepped onto the swords, and after settling into place, he raised his hand, and five flying swords appeared behind him—a technique he used to replicate his skills. Mo Bei tried to use his Thunderfire Bomb to pierce the flying swords again, but found that his Thunderfire Bomb was being absorbed by the flying swords. The flying swordsman smirked and controlled the flying swords to attack Mo Bei.
Mo Bei immediately dodged with a lightning-flame dodge. The flying sword man anticipated the landing point, but unfortunately, he hadn't calculated the distance beforehand, and it was slightly off-target; otherwise, it would have been the end of the story. Mo Bei felt that the lightning-flame bomb was now at a disadvantage, so he decided to engage in close combat, which was exactly what the flying sword man wanted.
The man with the flying sword stood quietly on his sword. The instant Mo Bei used his Thunderflame Strike, he predicted the landing point and slashed out, striking Mo Bei's left arm precisely. With a cracking sound, Mo Bei lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
Yu Hong had just finished his match and was standing in front of the screen watching Mo Bei's fight against the flying sword man. He seemed relaxed in every match. Holding a piece of iron, Yu Hong laughed loudly at the screen: "Hahahaha! Old Sword, you can finally fight me! Go for it!" Incidentally, he really doesn't have a name; it's not that the author forgot to give him one.
The Dragon Hall Master found the match utterly boring: "What's so interesting about this? There's no one related to dragons here. I really don't know what the point of watching this is. Just watching two people unrelated to the Dragon Hall fight? You can watch fights anywhere! I've fought more battles than I've eaten meals, right, Long Gunas?" Long Gunas was fed up with his rapid change of attitude. He was the one who came to watch, and now he was complaining about the match being boring. But since he was the current Hall Master, he could only agree with other opinions: "Yes, yes, you're the best." The Hall Master frowned and turned his head: "Show some emotion." "Yes, Hall Master." He looked at Mo Bei lying on the ground.
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