freenovelworld Chapter 346 Sword Test
Chapter 346 Sword Test
Sun Erniang noticed Mo Ming's unusual behavior and asked in a low voice, "Chief, do you know that person?"
Mo Ming didn't answer immediately, but continued to stare at the figure. The person seemed to sense something as well, suddenly stopping and slowly turning around. Their eyes met in mid-air, and Mo Ming's heart sank.
"It really was him..." Mo Ming said in a low voice, his tone filled with undisguised surprise and complexity.
Mo Ming's gaze was fixed on that familiar figure, and a complex mix of emotions surged within him.
That person was none other than Hu Zhen, the deputy captain of the guard team of the city lord's mansion in the eastern main city.
He had once fought a life-or-death battle with Mo Ming in the Exchange Secret Realm. In that battle, both sides fought with all their might, and in the end, Hu Zhen risked his life to protect Wang Mingyang, leaving a deep impression on Mo Ming.
Hu Zhen's figure remained as upright as a pine tree, his black robe fluttering slightly in the wind, and the long sword at his waist radiating a cold, sharp light.
His gaze was cold and sharp, piercing straight to the heart. Mo Ming could sense that Hu Zhen's aura was deeper than during their last encounter, clearly indicating that his strength had improved considerably.
"Hu Zhen, what are you doing here?" Mo Ming asked in a deep voice, his tone tinged with wariness.
Hu Zhen slowly raised his head, met Mo Ming's gaze, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Mo Ming, long time no see. I didn't expect you to be hiding on this empty island. It's been quite a search for me."
Mo Ming frowned slightly, a vague unease creeping into his heart. Hu Zhen's appearance was no accident; since he had managed to find this place, he had clearly come prepared. It was possible that this place had already been targeted by the Eastern Main City.
Mo Ming gripped his longsword tightly and said in a deep voice, "Hu Zhen, the old grudges between us have not yet been settled. Do you want to add new ones?"
Upon hearing this, Hu Zhen's smile deepened: "Personal grudge? Mo Ming, you underestimate me. I am here today not for personal grievances, but on the orders of the city lord to wipe out the Sky Island."
"Clear out the Sky Islands?" A cold glint flashed in Mo Ming's eyes. "The Sky Islands have no connection with the Eastern Main City. Why would the City Lord target us?"
Hu Zhen shook his head, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Mo Ming, why pretend to be stupid? A resource-rich place like Sky Island has already attracted the city lord's attention. How could you possibly be worthy of it?"
A flash of anger crossed Mo Ming's eyes, and his hand gripping the sword trembled slightly. Now that they had met, regardless of the other party's attitude, Mo Ming had no intention of letting him leave alive; a battle today was unavoidable.
Mo Ming took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Since that's the case, then let me see just how much you've improved these past few days."
Hu Zhen said no more, slowly drawing his long sword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. His gaze was like lightning, pointing directly at Mo Ming: "Mo Ming, the last battle ended in a draw, let's settle it today."
Before he could finish speaking, Hu Zhen's figure flashed suddenly, his blade flashing like lightning, slashing straight at Mo Ming's head.
Mo Ming's sword drew an arc in the air, precisely blocking Hu Zhen's attack. The two swords clashed, producing a deafening metallic clang and sparks flying.
Mo Ming's swordplay was as steady as a mountain, each strike powerful and heavy; while Hu Zhen's saber technique was as sharp as the wind, the blade as cunning as a venomous snake.
The battle between the two instantly intensified, with sword flashes weaving into a dense net in the air, severing the surrounding trees and sending branches and leaves flying.
A mad glint flashed in Mo Ming's eyes, and the longsword in his hand trembled slightly, as if sensing the fighting spirit in its master's heart.
He had just grasped the essence of the "Three Madmen Sword" in the Eight Martial Bronze Men Formation and was now looking for someone to test his sword skills. Hu Zhen was undoubtedly the best test subject.
"Hu Zhen, today I'll show you what a true Mad Swordsman is!" Mo Ming shouted, his sword stance suddenly changing as the blade traced a heavy arc in the air, slashing straight at Hu Zhen's head.
This sword strike is none other than the "Single Madman's Sword"—a sword that rises from the mountains, its power immense and heavy!
Hu Zhen sensed the change in Mo Ming's sword aura and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not panic. He swung his longsword horizontally, the blade meeting Mo Ming's sword.
Their swords clashed again, producing a deafening roar. Hu Zhen felt a jolt in his arm, his hand going numb, and he was secretly shocked: "How did Mo Ming's swordplay become so heavy?"
Mo Ming's sword momentum didn't stop; he turned the blade and slashed out again. This time, the sword was even heavier than before, its light like Mount Tai pressing down, carrying unparalleled power as it cleaved straight down.
Hu Zhen dared not take the blow head-on, and with a quick movement, he retreated, avoiding the sharpness of the sword.
"Mo Ming, your swordsmanship has improved somewhat," Hu Zhen said with a cold laugh, but his tone carried a hint of seriousness.
Mo Ming did not answer, but changed his sword stance again. The sword blade drew afterimages in the air, and the sword light was as fast as lightning, instantly piercing towards Hu Zhen's throat.
"Double Mad Swords" - the sword leaves afterimages, as fast as lightning!
Hu Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted. Mo Ming's sword strike was too fast; he could barely see the trajectory of the blade.
He hurriedly swung his knife to parry, but Mo Ming's sword was as unpredictable as a ghost; just as his knife blocked one sword, another was already piercing him.
Hu Zhen was forced to retreat repeatedly, his blade flashing as he barely managed to block Mo Ming's attacks.
"Mo Ming!!" Hu Zhen said through gritted teeth, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
A mad smile flashed in Mo Ming's eyes, and his swordplay grew faster and faster, the sword light pouring down like a torrential rain.
Although Hu Zhen's blade was sharp, it appeared clumsy and slow against Mo Ming's swift sword. Mo Ming's sword thrust out continuously, each strike accurately hitting Hu Zhen's blade, leaving it covered in sword marks.
"Hu Zhen, your swordsmanship is still so boring." Mo Ming sneered, turning his sword and thrusting it straight at Hu Zhen's chest.
Mo Ming's sword, sharp as a venomous snake, pierced straight for Hu Zhen's chest. Hu Zhen hastily parried with his own blade, and sparks flew as the swords clashed. The battle intensified, the flashing blades weaving a dense net in the air, the surrounding air seemingly torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Meanwhile, the battle on the outskirts of the Sky Island intensified. Mo Ming's subordinates, led by the temperamental little girl Lala and the puppeteer Xi Wuxu, clashed fiercely with Hu Zhen's men.
Lala wielded a huge warhammer, its head covered with spikes, and swung it with great force.
She was petite, but her strength was astonishing; every swing of her warhammer carried an overwhelming force.
One of Hu Zhen's men tried to ambush Lala from the side, but she smashed him away with a hammer, sending him crashing heavily into a large tree. He spat out a mouthful of blood and could not get up again.
"Hahaha! Is this all you've got? You dare to cause trouble on Sky Island?" Lala laughed, swinging her warhammer again and forcing another enemy to retreat.
Xi Wuxu stood to the side, his ten fingers flying across the screen as he manipulated several puppets. The puppets were agile and swift, almost like living people.
His puppetry skills were already superb. Under his control, the puppets moved among the enemies like ghosts, and the sharp blade in his hand continuously reaped their lives.
"Lala, don't just play by yourself, leave a few for me!" Xi Wuxu said with a smile, flicking his finger lightly, and a puppet suddenly leaped up, its sharp blade aimed straight at an enemy's throat.