Chapter 2 The Advantage of One World!

  A thousand feet below the cliff.

  The trees are dense and gloomy, blocking out the sky and sun, the ground is covered with withered grass, and the cold wind pierces to the bone!

  The young man sat in the grass, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Hmph, fortunately I liked to climb Mount Sorrel bare-handed when I was young, and climbed the six peaks of Chomolungma. If not, this time would be a matter of life and death!"

  "You want to kill me? Dream on!"

  "This world is completely different from our Earth, with three moons, a true otherworld!"

  "Who would have thought that the countless film and television depictions of rebirth through time travel were actually real!"

  "On earth, after my parents passed away, I thought that since ancient times, who has not died? I was stimulated by this and only sought the Great Way, only sought longevity. I scattered all my family's wealth and to the end of my life had no descendants. It is also good like this, without any entanglements!"

  "This world, it turns out that relying on physical strength can be so powerful, and there are still so many cultivation methods!"

  "I wonder, is there an elixir of immortality in this world?"

  "Mo Bei... Mo Bei!" The young man muttered to himself, his eyes wide with excitement, his gaze burning hot, and a resolute tone in his voice.

  "Alright! Since I've been given a second chance at life and have come to this world again, everything in the past is like water without a trace. From today on, all of that has disappeared. I am Mo Bei. That's what I'll be called from now on - Mo Bei!"

  Mo Bei's throat moved, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Mo Bei, you gave me rebirth, I must avenge you! Avenge! Otherwise, how can I obtain this body!"

  Mo Bei's tone suddenly changed, and his words were tinged with a hint of helplessness.

  "Where is the capital for revenge?"

  "If I can't eliminate those insignificant people and that King Jing An, the resentment in this body will immediately collapse my body and I'll die right away, so I must avenge first!"

  "How to avenge? According to the original memory, people in this world can cultivate and become stronger to avenge!"

  Mo Bei clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with intensity, and leapt up like a carp jumping out of the water.

  "Boom!"

  The right fist shoots out like the wind!

  The powerful and overbearing fist wind shook the green grass on the ground, scattering it in all directions. Mo Bei's face revealed a hint of satisfaction, and he patted his body:

  "This body is indeed not bad, the injury has almost recovered, and it doesn't hurt at all!"

  "Revenge starts now!" Mo Bei picked up the three-foot green sword that had fallen with him from the cliff and said:

  "This person, even if he dies, will never forget those three moves of the Pinnacle Sword Art, there must be something to gain from it!"

  "Fortunately, this long sword I've been carrying with me can still be used for practice!"

  "The First Sword, as steady as Mount Tai!"

  "The Second Sword, Cloud-Piercing Stone-Splitting!"

  "The Third Sword, Jade and Stone Both Burn!"

  Mo Bei's eyes suddenly widened, bursting out a sharp gleam of light. He took big strides, his movements swift and star-like. His figure became blurry, flashing in and out of sight as he wildly danced with his long sword!

  "Hiss!"

  A sharp whistling sound pierced the air, unceasing and ringing in one's ears.

  The sword body was crazily rolling, and it was in the surrounding void of this blurry and lithe figure, like water rippling, splashing waves one after another, completely enveloping Mo Bei!

  "Ah!"

  The sword stopped abruptly! The tip of the sword pointed to the ground, deeply stabbing into the earth!

  "So that's it. The first sword, with its endless spinning as defense, is a defensive stance! The second sword, with its swift piercing as attack, is an attacking sword!"

  This one attack and defense, forms countless sword techniques!

  And the third move is a desperate sword technique that ends in mutual destruction. When you can't defeat your enemy, you might as well die together, it's a heroic way to go!

  "But that's not right." Mo Bei shook his head, his brow furrowed in concern as he stared intently at the long sword thrust into the ground.

  "This person's swordsmanship is too stiff, it feels like there's a problem, they haven't grasped the true essence of this move yet!"

  "This person originally practiced footwork that was swift and elusive, as stable as a boulder, and should have emphasized the unity of offense and defense, as steady as Mount Tai. 'The sword moves, I do not move!'"

  "Got it! I'll try combining it with the Taiji swordsmanship I've learned."

  Mo Bei gritted his teeth and pulled out his long sword, starting to dance!

  "This sword turns a circle with the right hand, this leg should move accordingly, with the leg as the axis, with the waist sending power, and with the mind controlling!"

  Nothing can stop him now!

  His body tensed up in an instant, his back arched violently, as if a giant python had emerged.

  He combined his own experience of practicing Taiji Sword on Earth and began to improve this steady as a rock!

  Mo Bei's feet were rooted to the ground, unmoving. With his waist as the axis, his upper body spun rapidly, and the long sword transformed into a beam of light, dancing wildly!

  "Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

  In an instant, the sword shadow flashes!

  One by one, the sword whirls appear, turning smoothly like a lotus flower!

  In the surroundings of Mo Bei Zhou, countless lotus flowers bloomed, shining continuously.

  The sword tip trembled rapidly, getting faster and faster with Mo Bei's movements!

  The lotus flowers continued to bloom, more and more, denser and denser, gathering together. Forming wave after wave of sword light, the waves surged forward, one hundred and eight times the sword spun around, that sword light enveloped Mo Bei's entire body, airtight!

  The ground is covered with fallen leaves and withered grass, which are stirred up by the sword wind and rush forth in a surge!

  "Ding ding ding ding!"

  The withered grass and fallen leaves in the sky were all blown away by the sword light at the moment of contact!

  Not a single grain is missing, water can't penetrate!

  Its power has increased by more than a little compared to before! Moreover, its energy consumption has been reduced by more than half!

  "As expected! This is truly a rock-solid defense!" Mo Bei shouted loudly.

  "It only takes a bit of strength, relying on the spinning sword light to defend, while the long sword spins and moves the body, using force against force, borrowing power to defend, this is the true Rock!"

  Mo Bei felt an unparalleled sense of relief in his heart, this relief was not only his, but also the faint lingering thoughts of the original master!

  After practicing for half a day, Mo Bei stopped and fortunately the young man still had dry rations on him. He took them out and ate quite a bit, then drank several mouthfuls of mountain spring water to relax his body.

  Combining work and rest is the royal way; one-sided cultivation will instead hinder progress.

  Sharpening a knife does not delay chopping wood, this is a principle known by all children on earth!

  In the void above, amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

  An old man in a white robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming brightly, his white eyebrows slightly raised. He was actually standing on air, gazing down from above like a bird, and every gesture, every movement of his brow, exuded an otherworldly elegance that inspired awe.

  This is a thousand feet of empty space, where the high altitude makes it hard to bear the cold, and the icy wind cuts through bone, even able to freeze the air solid. Yet this old man standing on auspicious clouds doesn't feel the slightest chill, his eyes flashing as he gazes straight through the dense fog, falling onto the person practicing sword at the foot of the ten-thousand-foot cliff.

  "What a strong resentment!" The old man's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes revealed a hint of surprise: "Still thousands of miles away, I can already capture this dense and lingering resentment."

  "I originally came here to absorb the resentment, refine the demonic aura, and create a demon puppet. Who would have thought that this kid would actually die and come back to life, and in such a strange way? He's even re-cultivating the Panshi Sword Technique... I'd like to see what's going on with this kid."

  "Little brat, if you can't satisfy me, then it's a waste that you've been revived once. It just so happens that my Thousand Demon Warriors are short one person!"

  After resting for a while and recovering his strength, Mo Bei stood up again and began to cultivate the second sword, Piercing Clouds and Splitting Rocks!

  He rushed northward, his footsteps swift as flight! He left behind a string of chaotic footprints, but in an instant, the footprints were swallowed up by the fierce wind, and vanished without a trace.

  "The Second Sword, Piercing Clouds and Splitting Rocks!"

  The long sword in his hand trembled continuously, the sword shadow flashed, forming a rain of sword tips that enveloped the void in front of Mo Bei, changing endlessly!

  The sword turned into a flash of residual frost, flashing through the void and piercing the extremely hard bluestone!

  "Ding!"

  A clear and crisp sound of golden armor clashing rang out.

  The incredibly hard bluestone, under the long sword, was like tofu, and in an instant it was pierced two inches deep. The bluestone cracked open with a loud noise, revealing spider web-like cracks.

  "Hmm... this second sword, also not right." Mo Bei was not very satisfied, his eyebrows furrowed again, recalling his previous move, muttering to himself: "The second sword can pierce through clouds and split stones, it can shatter stone. The speed of the sword is certainly important. However... the Mo family has been too focused on speed, should have left three parts of power behind!"

  "It's not about being faster, but about controlling the speed that truly matters."

  "Come again!"

  Mo Bei once again casually pulled out the long sword from the Qing stone, retreated five steps back, stared tightly at the Qing stone, and flicked his wrist.

  The sword body burst out with several sword flowers, extremely dazzling.

  Mo Bei held his breath and concentrated, narrowing his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his pupils.

  "Drink!" Mo Bei suddenly moved, his tense body, like a giant python pouncing, suddenly leaned forward!

  All his strength surged into his right arm and poured into the long sword!

  The sword body quivered violently, as if a snake's body was madly twisting.

  In an instant, all kinds of powers surged violently. Dazed for a moment, it was as if the sword's icy edge flashed, captivating people beyond compare!

  A cold gleam flashes first, then the sword shoots out like a rainbow!

  "Pffft!"

  A sound different from the sharp one just now, a dull thud like cutting a watermelon suddenly rose.

  The sword shatters stone!

  The entire long sword, all of it had entered the bluestone, leaving only the hilt on the outside. The sword body pierced through the entire bluestone, only to have its coarse tip protrude from the back of the bluestone.

  Apart from this, there was no crack on the entire bluestone, and it was intact as before.

  "As expected, this Mo family, although known as a sword-refining family, has been pursuing it too obsessively and has yet to grasp the true essence of these three sword moves."

  Actually, Mo Bei thought so, he was wrong!

  It's not that Mo doesn't understand, but he is a man of the earth, in the era of the Big Bang of the internet, those advanced ideas have made him far surpass the indigenous people of this mysterious world.

  This is not an advantage of one person, but an advantage of an era, a world.