The Spirit World

Chapter 324 The Imitation Game
"Hah!" Chang Yufeng roared, and grass debris cut by sword energy flew in the grass. They turned into red flames in the scorching air and rolled to the stands.

"Ha!" Hall ran to fight, the sword he held tightly in his hands glowing blue. He clenched his teeth tightly, and there was a deathly intent in his eyes.

The people in the stands were excited by the fierce confrontation.

They were like two fiercely charging lions, fighting each other on the field, with two spiritual powers, one blue and one red, running on the field in a concrete way.

The two young men were galloping and leaping, swords wielding, cold lights flashing, lions charging, like the sound of ruin, passing through the hall.

"Is Jack learning Hall's moves?!" A snow-white Chihuahua looked at Pyros beside him in surprise.

Pyros wiped his cowboy hat, looked up at the two running teenagers in the swordsman group, then lowered his head and continued to touch his cowboy hat.

"Hmm? I think it's normal..." Paros touched his cowboy hat. He felt that if he didn't wear this hat on his head, he would feel very uncomfortable, no, very awkward.

"Normal? How is that possible? Not normal at all. Learning on the fly, so horrible!" The Chihuahua, one with a blue eye and one with a golden eye, were a little confused. How could something like this be normal?

The swordsmanship used by two people is not uncommon on this stage. Stabbing, chopping, lifting, hanging, tapping and wrist cutting are the basic skills of every swordsman. The techniques above the basic skills are not simple combos, but the understanding and application of techniques, strength, brute force, and the changes in choices within the three-foot wide sword.

Chang Yufeng certainly didn't learn his moves, they just looked similar, because in a sense, he could hardly use more ferocious moves, so this kind of basic skills training made Chang Yufeng feel an unprecedented, comfortable feeling.

This kind of battle
It’s really, really great!

Unprecedented, this kind of battle does not involve any external magic.

The wind rolled up the hot steam from the silver cup like thousands of waves. Chang Yufeng's fighting enthusiasm was still high. Everyone could see the pressure he put on Hall.

"Pyros, is he the person you are looking for?"

The black cat beside Pyros gently touched her ears. Her name tag was [Flando IV]. Her dark eyes were terrifyingly deep, but she always half-squinted her eyes. The cat glanced at Chang Yufeng who was retreating rapidly due to the violent air waves.

"If what the ancient books say is correct, this should be the person. How should I put it, even the description of appearance matches, and the strength also matches. It should be this guy." Paros laughed softly, because he also felt that this child was indeed a little different. If the prophecy recorded in the ancient books was correct, then he might need to try to believe it.

After all, the ancient books of prophecy have never been wrong.

"Ah... you are really scary. You can even use that crappy book as a reference." Flandre narrowed her eyes and continued, "Actually, I think it's really stupid. Very naive. But, you should be this kind of person, so I won't dissuade you."

"You don't need to dissuade me. You should go and help Tang Zilong check out the time-space conversion device. He dreams of getting your time-space power." Pyros looked up, leaning back on the judges' chair, looking at the snowflakes falling outside the silver cup. Suddenly, he looked at Flando with interest and said, "However, archaeology sometimes requires collecting some folk legends. Since there is such a legend passed down, you may not believe it, but in order to understand the things of that era, as the greatest archaeologist, you cannot not believe it. Even if it is a very small clue, a lot of things are involved."

Flando knew that they were talking about the field that Pyros wanted to get involved in. She touched her cat's mouth with her cat's paw and laughed: "Are you going to tell me some archaeological theory again? I can almost recite it. However, according to me, the story you told is just a matter of one hair moving the whole body. There is no such thing as something that can accurately predict the future. What's more, it's just a remnant of a book."

"That's definitely different. Do you know the prophets and priests in the elven kingdom? They are responsible for predicting the future, and their prayers to God can basically be fulfilled. This is why I believe in that torn book even more. Although it also has the meaning of affecting the whole body, from a broader perspective, prophecy and nonsense are essentially different. Prophecy is accurate, and nonsense is nonsense." Seeing that Flandre had turned her cat head, Pyros continued to lie on his back in the chair with self-knowledge.

"The situation you described is very likely to be caused by a time traveler. In this time and space, he truly experienced all of this, which is the future in the book you mentioned. Then, for unknown reasons, he traveled to that ancient era and wrote the book you discovered. This way, the logic is a closed loop. It can be explained. However, as a member of the Space-Time Administration, facing time travelers, almost all the people I know who came from the distant past have been repatriated, and the managers of time and space do not have such a long lifespan. The current director of the Space-Time Administration is only over a thousand years old." The cat named Flandre licked her black cat paw as she spoke, but soon she was startled by Pyros next to her.

Pyros looked at her with shining eyes, and even turned his chair to her side. That serious look didn't seem like a joke, but Pyros' face was too close to hers, and Flandre put her cat paw on Pyros' face and slapped it away in disgust.

"What are you doing..." Flandre shook her head.

"I really, really want to know everything about your Space Time Administration! Everything! That place is the dream of all archaeologists! Your director must have seen many vivid historical changes! He is simply a living fossil of archaeology!" Pyros was patted on the face, his blue eyes were so eager, and although his face was twisted when he was patted, he still looked handsome.

"...Ah...You really are. No matter how many words you say, you can't do without our director. You can't do without your archaeology." Flando shook her head and touched her cat face, blinking playfully.

"So, it's really good to have the power of time and space. In this way, I can travel to other times and spaces to take a look, and I can experience history myself. It's an ability I have always dreamed of." Paros sat up straight with disapproval, the disappointment on his face evident.

Also, envy.

"So, if you have this idea, the power of time and space will never choose you as the user of its ability. The power of time and space needs protection, otherwise time and space will be messed up." Flandre stuck out her cat tongue, then she sat down and patted her ears, where there was some grass debris that needed to be scratched.

"Really..." Pairos lay sadly on the judges' seat.

"Ah... Pyros is really an evil man. He covets Flandre's ability. I really need to find a chance to beat him up." The Doberman with the brand name [Shor Mahone] howled angrily.

"Shor, you are the one who deserves to be beaten. Have you forgotten the repair fee you owe? You are always thinking about making trouble for Pyros. If Skarner wasn't here, Skarner wouldn't dare to say a word." A yellow cat with white stripes next to the Doberman Shor also joined the conversation. However, she looked at Shor angrily. Her name tag was [Marina Elizabeth], but her real name was Marlena, so maybe the logistics department got the name tag wrong, but she didn't care.

"Shor still owes me a lot of money." Pyros sighed and looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky again. The snowflakes could not enter the silver cup and could only condense on the upper layer of the barrier. At this moment, it looked like a layer of silver-white catkins.

"But then again, Skarner doesn't want to come... He's completely sullen and he doesn't want to watch the game no matter what..." Pyros touched his belly.

“I’m a little hungry…”

"As expected of you, Pyros! You can't even concentrate in such an intense duel." Shaw raised one of the Doberman's paws to express his praise.

So, did he not hear anything about the debt and Skarner at all... or did he not want to hear it?

"I'll go find you something to eat...Paros, do you have enough energy to hold on?" Malena was ready to get up and get something: "I remember there were some biscuits in my bag." "Thank you, but no, it's almost time for a break anyway." Paros declined with a smile, and then his face tensed again.

“Okay.” Malena sat down angrily and moved the cat’s tail.

"But, having said that, is this kind of fight really just a fight between children?" Flando watched the two lions fighting on the stage, it was extremely brutal.

"Of course, how could it be false?" Shaw's answer made Flandre roll his eyes. It seemed that Shaw was not so self-aware, because Flandre must have asked Pyros. According to Flandre, Pyros was Flandre's recognized friend. The others were just professors and colleagues at Flandre College, except for Headmaster Philip Dumbledore, who was her teacher.

"Yes, you read it right. This is a duel between six-year-old children." Pyros did not come out to rescue them, but continued with what Flandre said: "In a fight like this, even if an adult stood next to them, he would be knocked over by the sword energy. This is a duel between two geniuses from Wenti County."

"Although it's true, you are willing to take over the Dragon Race in Wenti County, definitely not to watch such a fierce battle." Flando looked at Pyros, and Pyros nodded. He didn't look at her, but slowly looked at the two people fighting off the field. At this time, the two had already distanced themselves. To say they distanced themselves was actually a very subtle way of resting and adjusting their condition. Their collision had already feasted the eyes of the audience.

Stab, chop, lift and hook, and parry them one by one.

The cloud points collapsed and everything was shaking.

This feeling of being evenly matched really made the audience anxious. Their duel was so exciting that it was impossible to take your eyes off it. The audience was even wondering in their hearts who would be eliminated because of a small mistake.

Not to mention wonderful.

"Yeah, it's impossible for me to learn how to condense magic power. I can't do it no matter what kind of battle it is. I have no interest in this kind of thing at all." Pyros nodded.

"So, I'm still willing to believe the conjecture you mentioned. The future may really be recorded in a tattered book. After all, you have begun to believe it from the bottom of your heart." Flando smiled, and the black cat's little face puffed up. With the angry Doberman as a backdrop, it was a really beautiful and cute face.

"Thank you so much for your trust. So, why don't you consider teaching me a little bit of the magic of the power of time and space?" Pyros grabbed Flandre's cat paw and waved it as if to attract wealth.

"Hahaha, even if I teach you, you won't be able to learn it, right!" Flandre covered her mouth with her other hand and laughed.

At this time, an angry Doberman and a yellow cat with a wry smile around them didn't know how to express their emotions. The Doberman Shor had to gently hammer the table, while the white-striped and yellow-haired Malena was eating biscuits dejectedly.

"That's true. Sometimes, I really want to learn magic... just like you guys." Pyros also smiled bitterly.

He put down Flandre's cat paw and lay down on the table again.

"Are you sad?" Flandre patted his head, his golden hair shining so brightly above the cat's paw.

"Of course not." Pyros raised his head abruptly, looked at Flandre with a refreshed look, and said with a bright smile: "I have let go of this kind of thing a long time ago, hehe."

"Yeah, it's okay, Pyros, it's not a bad thing." Flandre smiled with her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Yeah." Pyros looked at the cowboy hat next to him and nodded.

A gust of wind blew up the cowboy hat, and Pyros screamed and reached out to grab it. This was his life. After catching it, Pyros was obviously relieved. Looking at the direction where the wind wave came from, the red and blue lions jumped up to fight, bite, and frantically pull at the opponent's magic.

Under the two almost mad lions, there were two shaking swords. The protective crystals on them were broken beyond recognition. White ash was flying around the faces of the two men and did not fall for a long time.

"Haha... Such an amazing ability of imitation." Hall panted heavily and slashed at a fixed point in front of Chang Yufeng. Chang Yufeng fought back with all his might. The two swords shook violently together, and the flying grass debris soared into the sky again, shaking the stands.

Hall's eyes were not as bright as a child's. The green light in his eyes seemed covered with a layer of light green twilight.

"No, you are wrong. It is not as simple as imitating a sentence." Chang Yufeng stared into Hall's eyes. Chang Yufeng's black pupils were like deep darkness. Hall felt that he could not look into his eyes. It was as if after looking into their eyes like this, he would feel as if his heart was being peeped into.

"What could that be?" Although Hall knew that Chang Yufeng had used the same moves as himself during the battle.

Although all sword techniques are like this and there is no subdivision, it is different when the magic power is condensed into a form and used to attack the opponent. The people who create the magic and the moves are different, so there are naturally differences. This is how the factions and sword techniques are divided.

"Look carefully, this is the Niemann family emblem!" Chang Yufeng pushed out his spiritual power with all his strength, shaking Hall away.

"What..." Hall stepped back in surprise, and the blue lion he possessed suddenly retreated and jumped behind him.

Chang Yufeng's red lion began to disperse. The lion that was originally condensed by spiritual power slowly broke apart. Its front and hind paws were very different. A lot of changes were gone. A lone wolf with red eyes that also glowed with moonlight was crawling and staring at Hall.

"Wolf……"

The audience shouted in surprise, the original lion turned out to be a lone wolf in disguise!

The lone wolf's entire body was red, and he used his limbs to ambush the lion. His terrifying eyes even made the lion tremble.

"Are you scared? Hall!" Chang Yufeng stood still with the sword in his hand: "See for yourself! My wolf soul!"

(End of this chapter)