Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 105 Accepted

Old Mr. Chen Chou was really stubborn. Even though there were peach wood swords stuck in his forehead and shoulders, he pretended to be at ease. Even Duan Mingyuan felt inferior to him.

After all, this fight was just a lecture, it was only about who was better, not life or death.

However, since Mr. Chen Chou insisted so much, Duan Mingyuan could only do as he wished.

In the fight just now, he had already roughly figured out the old man's ability, and it seemed that he was indeed powerful. When the other party came straight towards him, all the life energy in the scroll space also surged over, and it seemed as if the whole world was about to swallow him up.

If it were an ordinary person, let alone fighting with Chen Chou in the barrier, just being touched by the black mist would corrode a large piece of flesh and skin, and in less than one round, the life would be sucked out and turned into a pile of white bones.

This is the ability our ancestors gained by sacrificing themselves through blood sacrifice rituals and gathering the life energy of everyone.

They firmly believe that this barrier of corrosion and death can put an end to the Universal Company.

but……

The drawbacks are exactly the same as those of September and Liu.

If this black fog fails to work, there will be no other way to fight and they will only be crushed unilaterally.

And in this vast universe, there must be a group that is immune to corrosion. Perhaps the company has already discovered a planet ravaged by disease and plague, and signed a treaty with them in the same way it treated that planet with cold waves, and used it as a blueprint to forge a set of armor.

Looking at Chen Chou who was getting closer and closer to him, Duan Mingyuan calmed himself down.

The black fog was getting thicker and thicker. Perhaps it was the sword-controlling ability that reminded the opponent of some unpleasant past events, causing the battle, which should have been stopped in time, to escalate into what it is now.

But he didn't mind.

Since it was a teaching session, Duan Mingyuan hoped that Chen Chou could hold on a little longer so that the students could experience the entirety of the barrier battle.

"Then I'm going to show my real skills."

While Duan Mingyuan was giving a reminder, he also gave a lecture to the advanced students who were watching. "Lethality, activation efficiency, coverage area, sustainability, precision, and growth potential are the current evaluation systems for measuring the completion of a barrier. However, in a real barrier competition, blindly pursuing the coverage area of ​​the barrier is useless."

The vastness of Mr. Chen Chou's life energy is enough to make the breath of death cover the entire world in the painting, but in Duan Mingyuan's view, there is a huge waste of life energy in this.

It seems that our ancestors' research on trickery stopped here.

"Watch carefully. When the opponent activates the barrier first and seizes the initiative, how can we break this passive situation?"

As he spoke, the peach wood sword that was circulating around Duan Mingyuan flew towards Chen Chou at the same time, and the strong wind it created temporarily blew away the breath of death in front of him.

However, the target of these flying swords was not Chen Chou himself. After passing Chen Chou, they changed direction and flew straight into the sky, passing through the shattered barrier of the enchantment and disappeared into the clouds.

Before the class started, Duan Mingyuan asked Ning Ruyue to borrow an ancient book, which recorded many tricks that were forbidden to be studied in the academy. The sword-wielding technique inherited by the bloodline of the First King was one of them.

If one could master this art, one would be able to control more than a thousand flying swords at the same time. Thousands of swords fired simultaneously would be enough to tear down the sky. Because of this, the art of wielding swords was regarded by people at that time as one of the arts with the power to destroy the world.

However, this is not enough.

The failure of the first king proved that the tricks he inherited were not enough to truly touch "God".

"Mingyuan, what exactly are you planning?"

Chen Chou noticed something strange, stopped what he was doing, and looked up at the sky.

Above the clouds, it seemed like something was falling towards them.

Although everyone had a vague premonition in their hearts, when they saw the huge shadow coming from the sky with their own eyes, they all held their breath at the same time.

Even the ancient books have never recorded such a magnificent scene.

Six sword shadows completely tore apart the barrier covering the sky. Their target was not Chen Chou, but the surrounding open space.

Under the pressure of the sword shadow, the world in the painting was crumbling, and the ground beneath the feet was shaken by countless cracks due to the aftermath, which spread towards the place where Duan Mingyuan and Chen Chou were. All the black fog along the way was sucked into the cracks.

Chen Chou then saw that the handles of each sword shadow were connected to virtual chains, and all the chains were connected together to form a circular formation. "When you are in the enemy's barrier, the best thing to do is to concentrate your life energy and carve out a territory of your own."

Duan Mingyuan thought about this all night.

Taking the sword-wielding technique as a basis, if it were him, how would he construct the barrier based on it?
If you want to truly touch "Heaven", you must go one step further on the basis of the first king.

Before dawn, Duan Mingyuan finally thought of the answer to this question.

As Duan Mingyuan swung his right hand, the last sword shadow appeared in everyone's sight.

The moment the sword shadow appeared, the sky above his head was split into two. Facing the unstoppable sword shadow, Chen Chou moved his mouth but could not say anything.

His memory contained many memories about the First King. Although he hated the coward who gave up resistance and surrendered to the aliens, he had to admit that his ability was indeed worthy of the title of unrivaled in the world.

However, the sword force formed by the sword shadow at this moment far exceeded the grand sight of thousands of swords fired at the same time. Everything in the world seemed to be split in two like the sky at this moment before this sword. No matter time or space, it could not delay it in the slightest.

"Accepted."

Duan Mingyuan's voice rang in his ears.

When they came back to their senses, the cool mountain breeze blew over them.

The sword shadows, the black fog, and the barrier formed by the chains on the ground had all disappeared, as if everything they had just witnessed was an illusion.

Do not……

It’s definitely not an illusion!
Chen Chou was horrified to find the scroll dissipated in the wind.

The sword just now not only tore apart his barrier, but also destroyed the entire world in the painting, so they returned to the back mountain in a trance.

"This is the ultimate sword-controlling technique that I can think of at the moment."

Duan Mingyuan walked to the students' side without knowing when, and the peach wood sword returned to his hand. "The so-called sword intent is the reflection of the sword holder's state of mind, so the key to using this sword is that you must have the state of mind to cut off everything in the world."

Time, space, barriers and even life energy itself.

Only in this way will it be possible to break through the armor of the Long Branch and the company's flagship.

Facing Duan Mingyuan's explanation, the students just tilted their necks and stood there in a daze as if petrified.

Just now, they felt that the entire sky was collapsing and rolling towards them.

And Mr. Mingyuan...

It seems like he really wants to teach them.

The same thought emerged in the hearts of the students at the same time - but, do they really deserve to study?
"Mingyuan kid!"

A roar was heard not far away. Mr. Chen Qiu once again showed his true feelings, fully demonstrating what it means to lose in a competition, but to be tough in words. "Where on earth did you learn these skills?"

In his eyes, Duan Mingyuan seemed to overlap with the image of the former First King.

A younger and more powerful First King.

Hearing this, Ning Ruyue woke up as if from a dream and stared at Duan Mingyuan closely.

The art of wielding a sword is a skill passed down from my father. Only someone with the bloodline of the First King could control such power.

Duan Mingyuan just returned a calm gaze, thought for a moment, and answered truthfully, "On the bed."

Yes, this was the result of his thinking all night long while lying in bed yesterday.

(End of this chapter)