LRAB Page 85
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In an instant, boundless energy seemed to surge and roar within his body, and a destructive urge to slash and tear everything apart suddenly rose up!
He could feel his muscles trembling with excitement.
Upon seeing this, Lu Mingfei, with his white hair, had a glint in his eyes.
He casually reached out into the air beside him, and a dazzling white light flashed. A crystal-clear longsword, seemingly carved from the purest diamond, hovered quietly in front of him.
He reached out and grasped the sword hilt, casually twirling the sword in a flourish.
The next instant, his aura suddenly became as solid and imposing as a mountain.
His white hair moved without wind, he held his sword in one hand, letting it hang naturally at his side, and with the other hand he gently beckoned to Lu Mingfei, his voice calm:
"Attack!"
Lu Mingfei no longer hesitated.
Facing someone like the System, holding back would be the greatest disrespect! A fighting spirit instantly ignited in his eyes.
"it is good!"
With a low shout, Lu Mingfei exerted force with his feet, and like a wild beast, he shot out, tearing through the air with the Crimson Blade in his hand, accompanied by a scorching whistle, and slashed down at the white-haired Lu Mingfei without any fancy moves!
Unsurprisingly.
With a slight lift of his wrist, the white-haired Lu Mingfei effortlessly parried Chi Xiao's powerful downward slash with his dazzling diamond sword.
A crisp "ding!" rang out, marking the collision between the Daos.
The force was easily deflected, and Lu Mingfei's tiger's mouth went slightly numb, but he reacted extremely quickly. He twisted his waist and lowered his hips, flipped his wrist, and Chixiao, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, turned into a sharp red light, slashing diagonally at the waist and ribs of the white-haired Lu Mingfei from an extremely tricky angle!
Next, Lu Mingfei completely let go of his inhibitions.
He channeled all the destructive urge ignited by the Crimson Sky into his swordplay, along with his long-suppressed frustration.
Slashing, chopping, sweeping, stabbing, flicking... all sorts of basic, even instinctive, movements imitated from street fights were splashed out haphazardly, forming a chaotic yet fierce storm of crimson sword shadows!
This scene clearly did not escape the eyes of the other "spectators" in the main hall.
A subtle, intimate exchange of thoughts echoed in the air, carried only by the sword spirit:
"Wow...this swordsmanship...is terrible!"
"Haha, what's he doing? Chopping wood? Or chopping vegetables?"
"Lord Dao is so handsome! He even blocked the sword with such composure! I really want to warm the bed for Lord Dao!"
"Fool! You think you can warm your bed with a ten-thousand-year-old ice sword with ice attributes?"
"Hmph! My heart is burning with passion, okay! This is what you call experiencing both ice and fire."
"How shameless!"
If Lu Mingfei could hear these chattering complaints, he would probably be mortified on the spot.
Fortunately, he was completely absorbed in the frenzied attack at that moment.
Lu Mingfei, the white-haired man locked in the eye of the storm, maintained the same expression throughout the entire ordeal.
He was like an unshakeable reef in a storm, his steps light and his body swaying with minimal movement. The diamond sword in his hand was so precise that he could always strike Chi Xiao's spine, hilt, or non-force points of the blade with minimal force at the most opportune moment, dismantling and deflecting those seemingly fierce attacks one by one.
The storm of attacks lasted for a full ten minutes.
Finally, Lu Mingfei stopped, panting heavily. He leaned on Chixiao, his chest heaving, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He looked ahead with a complicated expression—no matter how hard he tried or how he changed his moves, he couldn't even touch the hem of Lu Mingfei's white-haired clothes!
"Teacher...you are really amazing!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed sincerely, panting heavily.
The gap is too big, it's like an insurmountable chasm.
Lu Mingfei, with his white hair, sneered, "It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you're too trash."
Lu Mingfei felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water. His cheeks instantly turned bright red. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal, leaving only a mouthful of bitterness.
The white-haired Lu Mingfei didn't stop, continuing to pound on Lu Mingfei's self-esteem:
“For the past ten minutes, the strength and speed I used have consistently been far inferior to yours.”
He paused for a moment: "Even so, you still can't even touch the hem of my clothes. Do you know why?"
Lu Mingfei thought for a moment. He used more strength and speed than his teacher, but he still couldn't touch the hem of his teacher's clothes.
If there's a reason, it can only be—
“My control over strength and the sword is too poor!” Lu Mingfei blurted out.
Chapter 79 Cultivation and the Past
In the empty sword room hall, Lu Mingfei's white-haired voice echoed:
"You're half right."
"Your control over your power and sword is too weak right now, but the root cause is that you don't have complete control over your body."
“You are like a child who is holding a divine weapon that can destroy the world, but you can only use it to slash around randomly. You are not even a low-level swordsman.”
The white-haired Lu Mingfei glanced at the panting Lu Mingfei and ordered, "Use the memory potion."
Lu Mingfei dared not delay. With a thought, he summoned the system interface and quickly consumed a bottle of memory potion.
The thought flashed through his mind for a fleeting moment, and a hint of surprise crossed his mind—this dreamland could actually be connected to the system? The thought was immediately suppressed.
Just as the potion took effect, the white-haired Lu Mingfei suddenly shouted in a deep voice:
"Alright!"
Before the shout had even finished, the white-haired Lu Mingfei had already moved.
"Kendo has thirteen basic sword moves: cleave, thrust, parry, sweep, intercept, hook, strike, point, wipe, lift, cloud, parry, and block!"
That was no longer a basic demonstration, but the roar of the very essence of swordsmanship!
He was merely wielding the most primitive sword technique, his movements extremely simple, but wherever that diamond longsword passed, the air hissed under unbearable pressure, and the space itself seemed to tremble and distort!
The incomparably sharp sword intent swept through the entire sword chamber like an invisible storm in an instant!
Split—as if even the sea of stars was being cleaved in two!
A piercing thorn—like a rainbow piercing the sun, tearing through the sky!
A mesmerizing touch—it seems capable of stirring up the deepest, most ethereal waters and causing the Milky Way to surge backward!
……
Each move transcends the realm of strength and skill, becoming a manifestation of a vast and profound Dao!
Buzz—! Buzz—! Buzz—!
Around the main hall, on the thirty-six sword racks, all the silent divine swords simultaneously emitted a loud hum, like the most devout pilgrims singing a hymn of praise!
The fierce five-colored sword energy burst forth uncontrollably, surging and surging like a raging tide, reflecting each other, and in an instant, the entire sword chamber was transformed into a bizarre and colorful ocean of sword energy, full of destruction and vitality!
Lu Mingfei was completely obsessed.
His eyes were glued to every subtle movement of the dancing figure, his mind completely captivated.
This isn't sword practice at all.
This was clearly the profound truth of swordsmanship slowly flowing and taking shape before his eyes!
It was absolute power, yet it was enveloped in unparalleled elegance and rhythm.
With each step taken, sword energy arises; wherever the sword's edge points, the Great Dao follows!
Critical ruthlessness and detachment, precision and freehand style, blend perfectly in this moment.
This is the ultimate goal of swordsmanship.
As the white-haired Lu Mingfei sheathed his sword and stood there, the last lingering echo of the sword's cry dissipated in the room, and the violent sword energy instantly subsided and returned to silence.
"We sparred for ten minutes just now," Lu Mingfei's voice returned to its calm tone, "I only used the 'block' move from the Thirteen Basic Forms."
"If you hone this move to its ultimate level, you will be invincible in close combat with opponents of the same level."
His deep gaze fell on Lu Mingfei, his gaze as heavy as a mountain:
"Identify what you just saw in your mind, take the fitness capsule, and practice the thirteen sword techniques ten thousand times each, without missing a single one. Only after you have finished practicing can you talk about anything else."
"Yes, teacher!" Lu Mingfei was thrilled, feeling his blood boiling, and answered the order without hesitation.
The moment he finished speaking, he had already used a fitness capsule.
The scalding medicinal power instantly flowed through my limbs and bones, the fatigue dissipated, and in its place surged an inexhaustible energy into my heart.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Mingfei gripped Chixiao tightly, his eyes sharp and resolute.
He took his stance, clearing his mind of all distractions, and began with the most basic "slash," one sword strike after another, breaking through the first ten thousandth threshold on his path to the true way of the sword!
……
In Lu Mingfei's bedroom, the curtains were drawn, and the light cast a soft shadow on Ling Qing's cool profile.
She stood like a statue before Lu Mingfei's bed since last night, her gaze fixed on his steadily rising and falling chest, motionless.
Liu Miaomiao rubbed her sore eyes, her voice filled with worry and exhaustion:
"Zero, go and rest for a while! You...you've been standing here all night!"
"No need." Zero's answer was still brief, devoid of emotion, only his gaze was as firm as a rock.
“But your health…” Liu Miaomiao wanted to persuade her again.
“I am a mixed-race person,” Zero finally turned his head slightly, glanced at Liu Miaomiao, and said calmly, “Even if I stand for another day, it won’t be a problem.”
Her gaze quickly fell on Lu Mingfei and remained fixed on him.
Ling had already made a guess about what happened last night—it must have been the work of the mysterious "system" attached to Lu Mingfei.
After experiencing that painful torment, Lu Mingfei...
Without warning, Lu Mingfei's heart suddenly stopped beating!
The body was cold and stiff, devoid of life, no different from a dead person.
Her suppressed sobs attracted the attention of the three members of the Liu family who rushed over upon hearing the noise.