Chapter 823: A Qualified Warrior (3k)
“…”
Seeing the exposed black side, Shi Mo didn’t hesitate at all. He took half a step back, clenched his palm, instantly circulated his external energy to summon his beast pet, and then tightly gripped the blue longsword that his beast pet had transformed into.
Placing two fingers vertically in front of him, his eyes glowed blue, and he once again touched the azure longsword with his gaze…
“Two senior students, I don’t have time to slowly untie you!”
A grave expression appeared on his blood-stained face. With a sudden swing of the longsword towards the two, “Chiiii!” With blood splattering, the ropes binding them were instantly cut!
The two were also freed in an instant, but a not-too-deep bloody gash was cut on their chests, making the already weak two even weaker.
At this moment, the figure outside was fully revealed to the two. It was a middle-aged man wearing a Western-style black robe. His complexion was unnaturally pale, and his ears were pointed.
He looked at the commotion inside and was stunned for a second.
Immediately, his old eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing fangs with darkened edges, and he sneered, “It seems that Lord Z-12 was right. You indeed have problems.”
“You Ravens will eventually be exposed for doing business with living people and trafficking organs during the war.”
Shi Mo responded coldly, then raised his arm, holding the blue sword horizontally across his chest. He felt a slight pain, and his initial stage Battle King level aura directly leaked out, a mass of water vapor enveloping the sword.
The opponent also exuded a Battle King level aura, and it was a bit stronger than his own. He was also injured, but…
He didn’t turn back, just held his longsword tightly, as if speaking to the air: “Two, assist me with your skills!”
The two Magical Capital University Priests behind him reacted instantly. Just as they were about to summon their beast pets and move, they trembled violently due to severe injuries, their blood staining the white inner lining.
As white light emerged, two severely injured beast pets appeared beside them, completely unable to provide effective support.
“With your condition so bad, you don’t think you can still escape, do you? And exposure, that’s hilarious!”
The cloaked man licked his yellowish fangs, bent his body slightly forward, and with a flash of white light, a pair of jet-black dual blades appeared in his hands.
The aura of the same initial stage Battle King level advanced like a tide.
“How will we know if we don’t try.”
Shi Mo’s eyes sharpened, and his hand twirled the longsword in a flourish, cutting away the oppressive airflow.
Listening to the cloaked man’s words, one of the students behind Shi Mo pressed his profusely bleeding arm, and his palm slowly began to glow. He directly used restorative external energy and healing arts on the other person, speaking at the fastest possible speed:
“I’m more seriously injured. Brother Feng, I’ll heal you. You use amplification skills.”
“Okay!”
The male student called Brother Feng nodded without any extra actions. He simply pressed a cat-like beast pet, and with a flash of white light, he held a long staff, gritted his teeth, and stomped.
A green formation of light appeared beneath his feet. Although somewhat dim, it still moved to Shi Mo’s feet.
“Hoo…”
The next moment, Shi Mo felt his internal injuries ease slightly, but his blood-stained face remained taut, staring intently at the cloaked man holding the blade in front of him.
The cloaked man let out a cold laugh, patted his dual blades, making “ding ding!!” sounds, and smirked mockingly:
“Our people will be here soon. Is it interesting to resist stubbornly? Moreover, I am a Viscount of the Blood Clan…”
As he spoke, his special domain began to spread. Blood-colored gas emanated from his body, and places touched by the room hissed and emitted wisps of white smoke, seemingly a special corrosive domain.
“Blood Clan? Heh, that woman too. What a pity, you’re not as good as her…”
Shi Mo’s gaze met the former’s, and the external energy covering his sword began to tremble. Then, the surrounding space became viscous, and those with weaker power would get stuck in it, their movements restricted—
Heavy Water Domain.
Both of them assumed a forward-leaning posture, and the atmosphere in the entire room became tense!
Shi Mo was actually similar to Su Jiu, both being combat-oriented Priests who specialized more in combat. His participation in this rescue mission was actually very simple…
He heard Zi Yi mention that the woman had passed by. As a former defeated opponent of hers, he understood clearly that if he didn’t even check the path she had walked, he would definitely not improve.
Of course, after she left, his original intention changed slightly. From the pursuit of becoming stronger, he gradually became a true doctor.
He had saved many people.
During this period, he had questions in his heart: Is this the path that the strong need to take?
However, he hadn’t truly become stronger.
It wasn’t until those who were saved, before their execution, surrounded him, shouting, wanting to redeem the four of them in return, and after being driven away by soldiers, they still rushed over in a swarm…
“Clang!”
The somewhat chuunibyo teenager looked up again, his glasses falling to the ground. He squinted at the shining guillotine, and the fear in his chest was replaced by something called “passion.”
He suddenly smiled:
“Is this ‘leaping into the Yangtze River for a hero’s cause’? Interesting.”
“Clang clang!!”
In the room, the two domains, each covering half the sky, suddenly condensed. In an instant, two streaks of light flashed, and then the clang of metal and sparks erupted in the center of the room.
The light bulb shattered with a “crack!”
In the darkness, the two Priest students behind could only see two blurry shadows and the sound of the Azure Water Sword tearing through the air as it swung. They could feel the entire room trembling, but no one chose to retreat!
“Junior, hold on!”
The former even closed his eyes, sucking in a cold breath, and endured the pain while using his buff skill.
It should be known that entering Magical Capital University through the Gaokao was already a sign of genius, and they were the cream of the crop among these geniuses, so they naturally couldn’t be mediocre.
In the arena, Shi Mo continuously swung the Azure Water Sword, taking advantage of the principle of “a soldier’s advantage in inches,” and trading injuries for injuries. Every swing pushed the opponent back once.
The overflowing heavy water adhered to his external energy. With every impact, there was a “clang!!” explosion, and the colliding sparks seemed to announce the dawn.
The cloaked man originally wanted to find an opportunity to kill the two Priests behind, but the young man wearing broken glasses before him was like a mad dog, biting him fiercely.
This forced him to meet the attack.
Figures intertwined in the darkness, blue and blood-colored lights clashing wildly. Streams of sword energy spewed from the swords of both sides, eventually clashing against each other, and the resulting energy ripples caused the surrounding window glass and doors to shatter…
The two continued to exchange blows, but Shi Mo always won. Without any fancy techniques, every sword strike was a life-for-life exchange, each more vicious than the last.
Neck, heart, eyes…
He knew this was not a school arena.
Facing this azure water sword, the cloaked man did not dare to trade injuries. Every time they clashed, he would appear “cowardly,” so he could only retreat, losing much of his initiative…
After about half a minute of combat, finally, with a “chchchch,” the cloaked man’s left arm was cut, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes. Shi Mo’s fighting style made the executioner blurt out a single word:
“Lunatic!”
He began to retreat. This Raven understood that his teammates would arrive soon…
But, what greeted him was still a blue sword light descending from above. The sword light pierced his neck, and Shi Mo’s broken glasses were covered in blood.
“Drip, drip…”
This Battle King level expert who originally had the initiative was defeated by his cowardice. Unlike Shi Mo, he didn’t need to fight with his life on the line.
The powerful life bestowed by the Blood Clan prevented him from dying immediately. He clutched his neck, staring intently at the young man with glasses, blood foaming at his mouth:
“You won’t be able to escape…”
“Idiot.”
After cursing, Shi Mo gave him another sword strike, found the secret key to the formation, and, panting heavily, waved to the two behind him, preparing to rush out directly:
“Senior students, let’s go quickly!”
The two supported each other and staggered towards the door. Although their speed was slow, the three soon passed through the formation.
After exiting the formation, Shi Mo looked at the formation on the opposite door. As if realizing something, he quietly told the two:
“You guys leave here first, I’ll go find Senior student Mo Xiao.”
Without waiting for their reply, he heard a gloomy voice echoing from the end of the corridor:
“No need to look, you’ll be reunited soon.”
As the voice sounded, “Swoosh swoosh!!” Ravens continuously appeared. Both sides of the corridor were filled with the on-duty white-robed Ravens, and the entire passage was occupied by “white,” all at the lowest War General level.
And on the right side, the most prominent was a hunched figure in black and white – Z-12, who had just spoken.
Shi Mo, Liu An Hua Ming, and others’ hearts sank to their lowest point. After a glimmer of hope, there was still a long night ahead…
This was reality, and it was also the worst-case scenario they had predicted.
Z-12 did not rush to make a move. He carefully scanned the surroundings with his mental power. Just now, he felt a special power breaking through the formation here.
That’s why he chose to observe the situation quietly.
But now he felt nothing. He muttered:
“Did I sense it wrong? Was that the aftermath of the battle? That dead pig said those Dragon Country people were only at the Battle King level, they shouldn’t have been able to do it…”
Looking at Shi Mo and the others, Z-13 no longer thought about it. At some point, a vibrant green surgical knife appeared in his hand. He twirled it twice and approached with leisurely grace, smiling and asking:
“You are all medical students, right? Who wants to be the first anatomy subject?”
He merely stood there, and the War God level aura pressed down like a mountain, causing the three students to freeze in place.
“War… God.”
Shi Mo felt the aura emanating from the other party. He felt his breathing stop, and his legs began to tremble, but he suppressed the physiological fear and raised his longsword…
“It’s death anyway…”
He took a deep breath, as if releasing the last ripple. He raised his longsword high above his head and swung it forward with a breath!
The azure sword energy, carrying a maple leaf that seemed to have drifted from somewhere, flew towards the hunched figure like a swallow, appearing fragile and small against the surrounding aura.
“Overestimation of one’s strength…”
Z-12 let out a strange laugh and intended to casually crush the incoming sword energy. However, just as it was about to make contact, his expression suddenly changed, and he hastily drew out the surgical knife in his hand, shouting:
“Who!?”
His reaction stunned everyone present.
“Bang!”
Then, the sword energy and the surgical knife collided, and a huge roar erupted, the resulting airwaves causing the surrounding walls to collapse entirely, kicking up clouds of dust.
Shi Mo looked at the scene before him with some bewilderment. Suddenly, as if noticing the dimming light, he looked up to the left…
He saw a samurai, who had drawn a long saber, standing there quietly. Maple leaves fluttered beside him, like the swirling snow of winter.
As if sensing the gaze of the teenager, Feng turned his head, his armor making a “creaking” sound. The ghost fire in his eyes flickered slightly, and then he uttered in a hoarse voice:
“You are a qualified warrior.”
