Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 13: Sadness has become the shape of the martial arts world
A few days later, in the back mountain of Jianhu Palace.

The waterfall cascades down like a ribbon, and its roar shakes the whole valley.

Beneath the waterfall, a clear blue lake shimmers, and an immeasurable jade disk stands quietly by the lake.

Roger was wearing a tight-fitting suit and holding a long sword, practicing swordsmanship with full concentration.

He was agile and his sword moved with him, and every time he swung the sword, there was a whistling sound in the wind.

The sword moves are sharp, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, extremely swift, and sometimes like a snake spitting out its tongue, unpredictable.

As he danced, sword energy spread out in all directions, and visible air waves spread out in all directions.

Wherever the sword went, the grass and trees by the lake were cut off by the sword energy, and the branches and leaves flew everywhere.

The surface of the lake was also rippling due to the sword energy.

There were even several places where the lake water was cut apart by the sword energy, forming a brief gap, which then quickly closed up, splashing water everywhere.

After practicing a set of Wuliang sword techniques, Roger shook his wrist and slowly put away the sword.

He let out a long sigh and slowly finished his exercise.

Probably because it is a mixed martial arts world, the level of martial arts in this world far exceeds that of the original.

Even his own master Xin Shuangqing, an insignificant extra, could condense substantial sword energy when performing sword techniques.

Yeah, it's just horrifying.

Perhaps because of this, Roger discovered in the past few days that he could call upon a lot of power from other worlds.

He can use some of the ninjutsu from the Naruto world and Charmander's skills.

Charmander's skills are okay.

This world also seems to have things like the essence of heaven and earth and natural energy, which do not consume much energy to use.

But ninjutsu is different.

Since he has no chakra, he can only use internal force to activate ninjutsu.

Not only is the consumption huge, but the power is also unsatisfactory.

It's really like a small horse pulling a big cart.

Moreover, whether it is skills or ninjutsu, the forms of expression have changed greatly, and have all been transformed into some kind of special true energy.

Sadness has taken the shape of the world of martial arts.

Fortunately, the degree of transformation of basic attributes such as physical physique and mental will is very high.

Moreover, after sharing it with his selves in other worlds, Roger's internal strength increased by more than three times.

Just as I was thinking about it, a graceful figure came from a distance.

The person who came was Ge Guangpei.

The relationship between the two is very simple.

You know my strengths and weaknesses, and I know your depths.

Thanks to her, Roger was not driven crazy by this boring ancient life.

This Xiao Ge is a good senior sister.

Take care, you must take good care of it.

Ge Guangpei approached Roger, his eyes filled with tenderness. He gently tugged at his sleeve and said with a hint of rebuke, "Junior brother, you are so engrossed in sword practice every time that you even forget the time."

"The martial arts competition is about to begin. Everyone is waiting for you. If you don't go now, you'll miss out on something important."

Roger's mouth corners rose unconsciously.

He teased, "Senior Sister, I'm just immersed in swordsmanship, hoping to improve my strength before the competition begins."

"With you here, Senior Sister, I feel at ease. I'm sure nothing will go wrong."

As he spoke, his restless hand naturally wrapped around Ge Guangpei's waist and squeezed it gently.

It's broken, I'm used to it.

Ge Guangpei's cheeks flushed, and she gently slapped his hand away, feigning anger and saying, "It's already this hour, and you're still so unruly."

"There are so many people waiting, and you're still making a fuss."

Seeing Ge Guangpei's reluctant look, Roger laughed even more happily. He reached out to grab Ge Guangpei's hand, held it tightly, and scratched her palm lightly with his fingers.

Ge Guangpei rolled his eyes at him helplessly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Let's talk about it tonight. Now let's go and finish the martial arts competition."

If you tell me this, I won't feel sleepy anymore.

Roger nodded contentedly.

……

Jianhu Palace was bustling with activity.

Fellow martial artists from around Wuliang Mountain surrounded the place tightly.

They had all heard the news that the Eastern and Western sects of the Wuliang Sword Sect were going to compete in martial arts again, and came to watch the ceremony specially, wanting to witness this grand event.

The main thing is to meet someone.

The genius disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect, the spiritual disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the future leader of the martial arts world - Roger.

At this moment, Roger, dressed in a navy blue suit, stood at the front of the Western Sect team. He was a handsome man.

He looked calm.

For Roger, this competition was just a formality.

Could it be that Dongzong still has some unreasonable thoughts?

Bold!

If Lord Roger cannot lead the Western Sect to continue to rule over the Jianhu Palace, the Wuliang Sword Sect will have no reason to exist.

He is not someone who is easy to deal with. He has plenty of strength and means.

Beside Roger, all the disciples of Xizong were in high spirits.

Very good, very energetic.

Roger’s guidance over the years was well worth it.

At this moment, with the sound of a clear gong resounding throughout the venue, the competition officially began.

Dongzong sent out a disciple first. The disciple strode onto the martial arts field with a long sword in his hand, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Seeing Roger walk out steadily and come onto the court.

The disciple from Dongzong became increasingly nervous, even trembling all over.

Ah? I hit Brother Luo?
Is it true that he will kneel down during the fight?
Roger, however, looked calm. He raised his hand and bowed slightly to his opponent.

The disciples of Dongzong also hurriedly returned the greeting.

According to the rules of the martial arts world, you have to brag to each other before a fight.

Not to mention fellow students.

The East Sect and the West Sect are all one family.

Although Roger had long forgotten the name of the man opposite him, he only remembered that he seemed to have defeated him with just a few moves in the last duel.

However, as a qualified Wuliang Swordsman, Roger began to boast.

"I've long heard that Junior Brother is the best in the Eastern Sect and his strength is not inferior to mine."

The disciples of the Eastern Sect noticed the gazes of their fellow practitioners and quickly waved their hands, too nervous to speak.

I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

Then he shouted loudly and pounced forward.

Infinite sword technique, move out!
He was as fast as lightning, waving his sword, making a whistling sound, and his sword moves were sharp as he stabbed towards Roger's vital points.

Roger was not in a hurry, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

He tapped his feet lightly and performed the Lingbo Weibu. His body was as agile as a ghost and he easily avoided the opponent's attack.

Then, he displayed the infinite sword technique, and the long sword in his hand was like a nimble dragon, flashing dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Every time he thrust out his sword, it contained the terrifying internal strength he had accumulated from years of practicing the Beiming Divine Art.

Can the martial arts of five worlds block this sword?

The whistling wind from the sword was terrifying.

Although the disciples of Dongzong fought hard, they were under Roger's powerful attack.

It can't stand up at all.

His swordsmanship began to become messy, his steps became a little staggering, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of panic.

Roger thrust out the sword in his hand suddenly, and a sharp sword energy instantly rushed towards the opponent.

The Dongzong disciple had no time to dodge and was hit by the sword energy. He flew back several feet and fell heavily to the ground, and the long sword in his hand fell to the side.

The whole place fell into silence.

Is this the end?
so fast.

Are you playing us?

A moment later, thunderous applause broke out all around.

Zuo Zimu sat at the top of the hall, looking at Roger on the field, with a trace of helplessness and emotion on his face.

He sighed deeply and said slowly, "With nephew Luo here, I'm afraid that in the next few decades, the Xi Sect will take over the Jianhu Palace."

There was a hint of loneliness in Zuo Zimu's voice.

Damn it, I also went to that village to recruit disciples.

Why didn’t we discover Roger, such a good material?

The biggest regret in life.

Xin Shuangqing sat aside, looking at his favorite student, a gratified smile on his face.

She shook her head slightly and said nothing.

Pretend to be an expert.

Could it be that she would say that she couldn't beat Roger?
(End of this chapter)