Chapter 506: It Was a Complete Victory
Chapter 506: It Was a Complete Victory
Seeing over a hundred people rushing towards him, Miyamoto Musashi unhurriedly pulled out the saber in his hand and immersed himself in his own world as he began to wave it around.
The first person who rushed in front of him seemed as if he had bumped into himself. Without any reaction, he was knocked off the stage by the back of the Saber. The second, the third…
In Lei Luo’s eyes, Miyamoto Musashi’s movements were natural. There wasn’t a single flaw that could harm him in the direction where the blade pointed.
As long as Miyamoto Musashi stood on the stage, he would be invincible.
Before Lei Luo could see it, a sharp blade slashed at Miyamoto Musashi’s neck from an extremely tricky angle from behind.
At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi stood at the edge of the stage to prevent others from attacking his back. However, this seemed to violate the laws of physics. He floated in the air and used his trump card against Miyamoto Musashi.
Lei Luo could feel the aura of magic from this person’s body. In an instant, that person’s knife was already on Miyamoto Musashi’s neck.
However, no one expected that a knife would be placed between Miyamoto Musashi’s neck and that person’s sword. Miyamoto Musashi grinned at him and sent him flying with a single strike.
It looked extremely unbelievable. That knife seemed to have appeared out of thin air. However, Lei Luo could see it clearly. That knife rotated once on Miyamoto Musashi’s left hand before he carried it behind his back.
"That person has a magic conductor on him?"
Lei Luo turned around and looked at Shinji Sakamoto. The people there did not have a way to use magic power, but they could use magic conductors. That was why Lei Luo had determined that the person had used a low-level magic conductor that could allow him to float in the air for a short period of time, no one in the empire would use it because it was too useless.
The heavy armor of the empire could float in the air. Some rich people had high-level magic conductors that could not only float in the air but also protect the user. That was why Lei Luo wanted to ask Shinji Sakamoto.
"Yes. In the northern border, only rich aristocratic families have the money to buy magic conductors. Warriors like Miyamoto Musashi who don’t have money can only slowly cultivate. However, there are very few people who use high-level magic conductors. Don’t worry. High-level magic conductors are considered controlled items in the northern border, and they have a large-scale destructive power."
Hearing Masanori Sakamoto’s words, Lei Luo was relieved. If someone used a high-level magic conductor to attack him, would he still fight?
Then, they watched Miyamoto Musashi’s match. Although some people tried to sneak attack Miyamoto Musashi with the same trick, they were all easily evaded.
Linghua’s side was also safe and sound. Some people even took out an intermediate magic conductor [counter], which was also thrown out by Linghua’s crafty sword technique.
Her sword was more like a person. It
There were only a dozen people left on Lei Luo’s side of the stage. One of them was a young man dressed in luxurious clothes who stood on the stage and looked at Lei Luo with a provocative gaze.
The rest of the people below the stage were timid and did not dare to go up and challenge this young man. Lei Luo only raised his eyebrows and jumped onto the stage.
"Where’s your sword?"
That young man looked extremely dissatisfied. In his opinion, this outsider completely looked down on his sword skills. He did not even bring his sword and dared to come up and fight with him.
"I don’t even need a sword to deal with you."
Only Lei Luo knew his situation. No sword could survive in his hands, so he might as well not use a sword at all.
"If that’s the case, then let me see what you’re capable of."
He held the hilt of his sword and made an expression as if he was asking for a fight. Lei Luo did not say much and just stood on the ring. He did not want the general to know his mage level yet.
One had to know that if an unfamiliar mage came to the northern border, he would definitely be investigated by them. Perhaps his incident on the river path would be seen through.
Lei Luo did not want to be exposed right now. He just stood on the stage like this. It was impossible for anyone in this place to be able to see the additional effect that the saintly being gave him.
"My name is Zhongbei Wu. Remember who eliminated you, you arrogant foreigner."
He charged towards Lei Luo. With three steps, the tip of his sword had already reached Lei Luo’s chest. This was a sword technique that every martial artist in the northern border would practice. It was a joint attack.
Every step had its own pattern. This was a sword technique with strict laws. It was so fast that the people around him could not see his movements as he drew his sword. It was clear that this young man was very familiar with this technique.
However, in Lei Luo’s eyes, it was a sword that was so slow that his fingers were twitching. The saintly being had given him an unparalleled reaction speed. In the northern border, what kind of damage could a non-grandmaster deal to Lei Luo?
Zhongbei Wu only felt that his sword was so fast that he couldn’t see it anymore. In the blink of an eye, he couldn’t feel his sword anymore.
Raising his head, Lei Luo held his sword and slowly stroked it. He even said, "Good sword."
Following that, Lei Luo only imitated Zhongbei Wu’s sword technique and similarly executed a joint attack. Zhongbei Wu did not have Lei Luo’s reaction speed. Before everyone could recover, Zhongbei Wu was already moaning in pain below the stage.
Miyamoto Musashi had just finished his match when he saw Lei Luo’s sword technique. It had to be said that this sword technique was very clumsy, but Lei Luo’s sword-wielding speed was incomparable.
While Miyamoto Musashi was still thinking about whether he could receive this sword, the people under Lei Luo’s ring began to abstain.
Lei Luo casually threw the sword to Zhongbei Wu’s side. He asked with a flushed face, "Master, what is this move called?"
Seeing Zhongbei Wu’s serious gaze, Lei Luo couldn’t say that he had originally wanted to imitate his sword style, but in the end, he made it so that it didn’t look like it.
"This sword is called that whatever sword," Lei Luo answered him seriously, as if he really had such a move.
Next to him, Masanori Sakamoto looked at Lei Luo’s serious look and stifled his laughter. He followed Lei Luo to Linghua’s side. Lei Luo didn’t want to explain anything, so he could only say that this girl’s humor was really low.
Miyamoto Musashi walked over and patted him on the shoulder. He said sternly, "Have you considered learning swordsmanship from me?"
Looking at Miyamoto Musashi’s passionate gaze, Lei Luo thought that he had that kind of orientation. He almost slapped his big hands down.
"Forget it. I’m not the type to learn swordsmanship."
Lei Luo was quite aware of this. If he really had the talent in this area, he could train for a while. However, if it wasn’t for the addition of the ‘saintly being,’ just relying on his swordsmanship alone, he might even be able to easily defeat an ordinary martial arts school apprentice.
Why bother? He was destined to not stay in the northern border for a long time. Learning swordsmanship relied on continuous practice. It was fine to scare the middle-north enlightenment.