Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 12: The ruthless Mo Daoist

Mo Yu walked slowly to the open space in the center of several bonfires. This open space with a radius of about 100 meters was the arena.

For ordinary people.

A hundred-meter field is already very large, but for the disciples of the major sects who have internal strength present, a hundred meters is just two or three steps.

"Senior sisters, please."

Under the watchful eyes of so many teachers, Mo Yu still bowed politely.

Mo Yu was already relatively young among all the disciples, and with the nourishing effect of his inner strength, he looked even younger.

The Emei disciples had almost developed calluses on their ears from hearing their teachers repeating the name Mo Yu all the way.

Seeing that Mo Yu was so young, and considering the previous fight with the Wudang disciples, everyone fought back and forth.

Suddenly, an Emei female disciple walked into the arena with full confidence.

"Junior Brother Mo Yu, I'd like to ask you for your palm technique."

The female disciple of Emei also bowed.

Then, just like when she had competed with other Wudang disciples before, she got ready and attacked fiercely. Mo Yu slapped her with a palm and she took it without dodging.

But he didn't expect that the power of Mo Yu's palm was so strong.

Even with two overlapping palms, he couldn't block it and was hit wide open!

Without any hesitation, Mo Yu struck down with another palm strike.

The Emei disciple groaned, covered his chest in pain and fell to the ground.

"Sigh~"

Many Wudang disciples who were secretly hating Mo Yu for secretly hooking up with Bei Jinyi took a deep breath.

When competing with the Emei girls in martial arts, he actually took it seriously?

This completely unromantic behavior, with a silent and emotionless face like an ice cube, made all the Wudang disciples wonder if they had wronged Mo Yu.

Maybe Bei Jinyi just felt bored and walked around.

What if you just happened to meet Mo Yu and then the two of you came back together?

The Emei disciples also looked at each other in confusion.

This style of fighting is completely different from the previous ones. Even with Wudang's strongest senior brother Song Qingshu, most of the disciples could still fight him off with a few moves.

He couldn't even last a single round against Mo Yu!
Could it be that Mo Yu's strength was truly terrifying? He truly deserved to be recommended by the reclusive master Nan Xian!
There are also those who do not believe in evil.

Thinking that the Emei disciple who was killed in seconds was just careless, he leaped onto the arena and saluted Mo Yu with a fist.

"Senior Brother Mo Yu, I'd like to ask you for advice on your boxing skills."

This female disciple of Emei is older than Mo Yu, but the strength that Mo Yu just showed made her subconsciously call him senior brother.

"please."

Mo Yu didn't waste any words and gestured for her to start sending it off.

Mo Yu is different from the tax evader Piao Miao, the director of Huanzhu Tower.

As long as it's a battle, no matter how strong the opponent is, he can be happy. What's wrong with bullying the weak? Isn't it fun to bully the weak? There are a lot of people fishing in the shallow end when playing games, let alone offline real-life duels?

Kill one crying monster with one punch.

Mo Yu is so happy!
This person obviously learned from the previous one's lesson.

Instead of rushing forward foolishly, he used his skills to go around Mo Yu's side and punched Mo Yu in the waist and ribs in his blind spot.

Mo Yu didn't dodge or evade, he turned around and elbowed forward, which happened to collide with the fist of the Emei female disciple.

Women's bones are naturally thinner than men's, and their fragile finger bones are matched with relatively hard elbows.

All the Wudang brothers immediately turned their heads away.

This scene is too beautiful to watch.

Accompanied by a scream of pain, followed by a "bang".

Mo Yu swung his arm and hit her on the shoulder and neck with a whip-like punch. The Emei girl stiffened and fell to the ground and fainted.

How cruel is this?
This is simply cruel!

They'd just fought dozens of matches against Emei and not a single casualty had appeared. Less than half an incense stick of time had passed since Mo Yu had been on the field, and already one had been injured and another had fainted. The most outrageous thing was that the one who had just collapsed was already considered strong among the Emei disciples.

Such a brutal performance.

Many Emei disciples who were not as good as the one who came on the stage took a step back, fearing that if they moved too close to the front, Mo Yu would mistake them for challengers.

With their limited skills, if they were to receive some instruction from this Senior Brother Mo, they would probably not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

"Junior Brother Mo Yu, your attack was rather ruthless. I would like to learn from you some swordsmanship!"

Ding Minjun rolled his eyes and walked out from the crowd with a sword.

She was a little scheming and calculated very clearly.

When all the Emei disciples were afraid to fight, she stepped forward. As long as she didn't lose too badly, she would always gain some favor from her teachers, which was an advantage.

Mo Yu defeated two Emei disciples in a row. As long as she can hold on longer than the first two, her prestige among the Emei disciples will greatly increase. These are the two benefits.

What's more, Mo Yu defeated two people in a row without showing any advanced martial arts moves. He just relied on brute force to bully us women who were unable to resist. He himself is not necessarily very strong. I am now holding a sword and asking him to fight with me to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. Even if I can't defeat him, I think I won't lose too badly. This is the third advantage.

To sum up, it can be said that it kills three birds with one stone.

However, the prerequisite for doing all this is that she cannot lose too badly. Does Ding Minjun have this ability?
Mo Yu didn't care about the sword fight.

He looked around and wondered where to get a sword. The young Taoist priest squeezed out of the crowd and shouted, "Senior Brother Mo Yu, take the sword." Then the young Taoist priest threw the sword and the sheath over.

Mo Yu reached out and grabbed the sword in his hand.

After weighing the sword in his hand, he felt that it only weighed two or three pounds, which was a bit light for him. The sword was about eighty centimeters long and was a very ordinary long sword.

But no matter how bad it is, it is still an iron sword, much better than the mop stick he used before.

Mo Yu held the sword in his right hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

The hilt of the sword lightly pointed in the direction of Ding Minjun, and it was still a faint word.

"please."

Not even drawing his sword was a naked contempt for his opponent.

But apart from the anger in her heart, Ding Minjun also felt a little secretly happy. She hoped that Mo Yu would underestimate his enemy as much as possible, so that her chances of winning would be greater.

"drink!"

Ding Minjun thought of the moves in his mind, drew his sword, shouted, and rushed forward.

However, this time Mo Yu did not stand there stupidly and let you attack him like he did the previous two times. He rushed towards Ding Minjun.

This scene was completely absent from the scenario she had imagined in her mind, and Ding Minjun was stunned.

He originally planned to start with the Immortal Pointing the Way move, but now he hurriedly changed to Yun Mo Sword and Slashing the Throat.

The moves are performed in full accordance with the case studies described in the sword manual, and the standards of the movements are textbook-level.

However, Mo Yu soon taught her a lesson.

The cases in the textbooks are just examples to give you a general idea of ​​how to solve the problem, rather than asking you to apply them mechanically.

Mo Yu held the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, using the long sword as a short stick to block Ding Minjun's blade.

Then he suddenly exerted force and pressed his entire body towards Ding Minjun.

Ding Minjun couldn't bear the force with one hand, and the long sword in his hand was squeezed to his chest, making it difficult for him to change his moves.

Mo Yu slightly adjusted the direction of the hilt and drew the sword using Ding Minjun's blade as a support point. The sword tip, which was about an inch out of the sheath, was placed on the carotid artery of Ding Minjun's snow-white neck.

If Mo Yu's hand trembled even slightly, Ding Minjun would die on the spot.

The cold blade of the iron sword pressed against my skin.

A biting chill rose from Ding Minjun's heart. Her whole body froze there, not daring to move. Even though most of Mo Yu's body was pressed against her, her tall breasts were flattened.

"Concession."

Mo Yu sheathed his sword and leaped back without hesitation to create some distance between them. Then he saluted with his sword in his arms, his expression showing no abnormality at all.

He was clearly just a virgin who had never hugged a woman, but he had no reaction at all when he was intimate with such a beautiful girl, and his face didn't even blush. It made people doubt his sexual orientation.

Ding Minjun still stood there in the same posture.

Her mind went blank and she had no idea what was going on.

It was clearly just the beginning, so why did it end so suddenly? I've never lost so badly against my master before, so why did this happen?
(End of this chapter)