Quadruple split.

Chapter 2877 Thunder Sword

"In short, the battle is about to begin! A great show that you can't miss is about to unfold. After all, no matter when, the passionate clash between two handsome men is always pleasing to the eye and invigorating to the spirit."

Noyce flapped his wings vigorously and shouted at the top of his lungs, "This may not be the most thrilling, exciting, or crazy battle, but I believe it is definitely the coolest battle ever! I am your favorite handsome host, Noyce Huashao! Get ready for applause and screams, the match is officially starting!"

"Sh-!"

Perhaps because of the earlier comment about the "handsome host," a deafening chorus of boos erupted from the audience. However, when Mo Tan and the "Thunder Sword" each stepped forward to indicate their readiness, the boos quickly turned into cheers and screams.

"Hello."

Benlei Sword nodded slightly to Mo Tan and smiled, "I am heterosexual."

Although the two were not close, at their level, even physical professions could easily use some relatively simple force-generating techniques to make their voices travel further and reach the ear of the designated target without being eavesdropped on.

"Hello."

Mo Tan nodded and earnestly introduced herself: "I am also heterosexual."

"That's good..."

Benleijian sighed and shrugged, saying, "If I get confessed to by a man in public again, I'm afraid I'll have to wear my underwear on my head to compete next time."

Mo Tan smiled slightly and casually asked, "But if the other party is more fixated on the pants on your head than on cutting you, wouldn't the situation become even more terrifying?"

"!?"

The undeniably handsome and dashing Benlei Sword was taken aback for a moment, then hugged his shoulders and trembled violently, saying with a pale face, "What kind of terrifying psychological warfare is this!?"

"Feel sorry."

Mo Tan quickly waved his hand and said with a complicated expression, "I just accidentally made peace with 'myself' a little, I'm really sorry."

Benleijian shrugged, then drew his expensive sword, which shimmered with dark purple lightning, and asked, "Brother Qianlong, you must have the blood of a thunder dragon. If our strength were equal, the situation should have been very unfavorable for me. What a pity."

"Ah."

Mo Tan simply nodded slightly, then repeated what the other person had just said: "Is this some kind of psychological warfare?"

"Who knows? Anyway, I think we can't afford to lose our momentum no matter what."

Benleijian took a deep breath, his eyes gradually turning dark purple as he began to mobilize his magic power, and said very seriously, "Momentum is very important, and so is confidence!"

"I agree."

Mo Tan smiled at the guy who had given him a good impression, then drew the dagger from his waist and said seriously, "I hope you can maintain this momentum."

"no problem."

Thunder Sword, having silently cast several buff spells on himself, revealed a refreshing and handsome smile. He then took a step forward and swung his longsword diagonally downward: "Then I'll make my move!"

The next instant, accompanied by several blinding bolts of lightning streaking across the sky, the spot where Mo Tan had just been standing was now deserted.

"it's over?"

Benlei Sword blinked, then subconsciously looked outside the arena. Although he maintained his maximum perception, he was already convinced that his opponent had been dealt with, but not in a way that left him with a mangled corpse. Instead, his body was sent out by the barrier in the arena.

This is not blind confidence, but rather stems from his clear understanding of his own abilities.

Unlike most competitors here, Benlei Sword doesn't like to probe first, then gradually increase the pace of the battle, and finally unleash a barrage of ultimate moves after the intensity reaches a certain level, seeing who reacts faster, who has a higher ceiling, and who has more trump cards.

He likes to go all out, to go all out from the very beginning, and to go all out from the very first move.

As it turns out, this tactic, while neither scientific nor magical, does have its own unique aspects.

Admittedly, history has already endorsed the mainstream fighting style that everyone is more accustomed to, using vivid examples to explain why most people are used to fighting step by step. However, Benleijian's unconventional fighting style, at least in his own opinion, is not wrong.

While going all out from the start in a battle is similar to starting a song with a high-pitched tone—both can lead to trouble after a while—some people are indeed born to play fast-paced attacks, and the Thunder Sword is one of the best among them.

Of all the elements, lightning has the strongest burst of power and the fastest speed at its limit. Although its overall power output is not as good as fire and its average speed is not as good as wind, lightning has a terrifying advantage if it is just a 'moment'.

As a naturally gifted individual with an extreme affinity for the lightning element, Thunder Sword's fighting style has always leaned towards this direction. Therefore, his swordsmanship, magic, and habits are almost all geared towards the three seemingly rustic concepts of 'fast,' 'accurate,' and 'ruthless.'

With its powerful burst of speed and unparalleled attack speed, the Thunder Sword is virtually invincible in the Tier 3 arena. Although it quickly becomes disadvantageous once dragged into a war of attrition, at least in this level of competition, it is really hard for anyone other than the defending champion to hold it off.

Those who thought they had thoroughly studied his tactics only realized when they faced the Thunder Sword that the so-called "holding him back" was simple in theory but incredibly difficult in practice.

Compared to the ideal scenario of fighting and retreating while blunting the enemy's momentum, many people couldn't even withstand the second move of the Thunderclap Sword. They fell down right after that lightning strike that almost perfectly fused battle aura and lightning element, and whose attack was almost without warning and terrifyingly powerful.

Besides, even if you survive the first move of the Thunderclap Sword, you will face various sword techniques that maximize its characteristics in the next three minutes. Those who can survive to the end are extremely rare.

And Mo Tan is indeed a rare breed in the Tier 3 arena.

Therefore, he naturally wouldn't fall to that move just now, and was directly removed from the field after the first round of collisions between the two sides.

【…? 】

The moment Benlei Sword noticed that Mo Tan was not in the teleportation array on the stage, and that it had not been teleported away as the victor, it realized that something was wrong. So it immediately turned around and slashed horizontally, but it still missed.

Thunderstorm Sword!
Immediately afterwards, Benlei Sword planted his weapon into the ground without hesitation, and then quickly chanted a spell that no one else could hear, summoning a bolt of lightning from mid-air that would take three people to encircle.

Bang——! ! !
As the longsword was struck head-on by lightning, the floor tiles around the Thunderclap Sword began to tremble. Then, a large number of extremely powerful and yang sword marks surrounded by lightning rose from the ground, literally 'baptizing' the area within a radius of more than ten meters around it.

The same overwhelming destructive power, the same lightning-fast activation speed!

On the battlefield, this move could allow him to achieve a great deal of success the instant he completes the order to charge into the enemy ranks. It is very likely that someone will not even have time to react before the energy pierces through their body, ultimately destroying all the internal organs in an instant.

However— "What's going on?"

After unleashing two powerful moves, Benlei Jian, who was already panting, looked around but found no trace of anyone. However, he was not announced as the victor.

In other words, his opponent remains very resilient and very active.

The only problem is that the Thunder Sword has yet to find any trace of the Ink Sandalwood.

So the Thunder Sword was completely bewildered.

Not only was he bewildered, but the surrounding audience was also bewildered.

What puzzled everyone was why, even though Mo Tan was right behind the Thunder Sword, he was still staring straight ahead as if nothing had happened.

Normally incredibly noisy, Noyce Wassau was now as quiet as a chicken, even the sound of his flapping wings seemed several octaves quieter than usual, and he didn't utter a single word.

So, the usually thrilling arena was now eerily quiet, with no movement from the players, no movement from the audience, and no movement from the commentators.

However, the audience could no longer remain silent, as they were surprised to find that Thunder Sword had never been indifferent at all. On the contrary, he was actively searching for his opponent. But strangely, he seemed to have forgotten that he had a neck that allowed him to turn his head backward.

In plain terms, he neither turned back nor looked around, but simply scanned the area in front of him, or simply moved around the arena at high speed, looking everywhere but ignoring the half-dragon who was always following behind him.

'Well done, Brother Mo.'

At the same time, Killer Soul's cheerful voice echoed incessantly in Mo Tan's mind: 'Maintain the current state, continue to influence and suggest to him, control his mind, and manipulate his actions.'

Yes, I know.

Holding the Long-Hate Thorn in reverse grip, Mo Tan nodded slightly, answering in her heart: "It's hard to imagine that he really didn't look back even once."

"Assassination is a complex art, Brother Mo. While taking another's life is the most important outcome and answer, the 'process' of carrying it out is even more crucial. After all, without the 'cause,' the 'effect' we desire is meaningless."

Killer's voice was clear, innocent, and naive, but his words bore no resemblance to that naivety: 'If an ordinary assassin tries to find and exploit their target's habits and weaknesses, and a competent assassin tries to create conditions and control the overall situation, then an excellent assassin will make their target cooperate willingly.'

You are clearly the best.

Mo Tan sighed inwardly.

however--

"Me?"

Kill Soul asked cheerfully, then replied shyly, "I might be even more powerful."

【I see.】

As Mo Tan answered, he maintained the same pace as Ben Lei Jian, occasionally making some subtle, seemingly meaningless movements and even making some noises.

Even so, Benlei Sword never looked back even once, as if some invisible force was interfering with him, making him forget the concepts of 'turning around' and 'looking back'.

In most cases, our targets will almost always be intelligent beings, and the greatest weakness of intelligent beings is that they are very easily attracted and misled by all sorts of things.

Kill Soul explained earnestly, sharing with obvious delight: 'So, all we need to do is make it very clear to him that there's no one behind him?'

【…】

Mo Tan nodded silently, not continuing to communicate with Sha Po, because at this moment, the Thunder Sword accelerated once again, just to travel through the entire arena more efficiently.

But this is in vain.

In fact, this was already the fourth circle of the Thunderclap Sword. You should know that although the Tianzhu Mountain Arena is the best in the world and the venue is very spacious, for a half-step epic level expert, simply walking around the entire venue is probably no easier than panting for breath.

However, under intense mental pressure, Benlei Jian was not only panting due to his own endurance in combat, but he also couldn't even see the shadow of his opponent. Cold sweat gradually climbed onto his forehead, and his once confident eyes became cloudy.

Unbeknownst to him, he had fallen into a man-made web. He began to feel confused, agitated, he hesitated, and he had even begun to—

'Fear, this emotion I wanted you to master from the very beginning, Brother Mo, is now driving him towards the abyss. You're truly amazing, Brother Mo, truly amazing.'

Sha Po first sincerely praised Mo Tan, then slowly said, "The almost uninterrupted mental suggestion, the meticulous creation of misdirection and illusion, the precise concealment of aura throughout, the constant relaxation of the body while maintaining the correct movement... you completed all my instructions flawlessly. That's no easy feat."

I just want to improve myself as much as possible.

"But this doesn't contradict your enviable assassin potential, Brother Mo. It seems you also have some secrets that are hard not to be curious about."

It's just a simple burden.

'No matter what, Brother Mo, you are a perfect apprentice.'

Perhaps, but I still hope to be able to stand on my own as soon as possible.

'Are you worried about that viper?'

Not entirely, but since we're going to be going against such a behemoth, even for everyone's sake, I want to make the most of myself before I leave.

"In that case, I suggest you stay a little longer, Brother Mo."

How to say it?

'Because if [Akatsuki] continues to improve...'

【? 】

Then we can better "help" you.

Chapter 2868: The End