Chapter 1778 - 455: Do You Want to Become Stronger? (2)

Chapter 1778: Chapter 455: Do You Want to Become Stronger? (2)

"Watch closely."

The old man said, holding the Iron Sword horizontally in front of him, moving as slowly as an old man exercising in a park, performing a block move even a child could mimic.

"This is blocking."

Then, he slowly pushed the sword forward, as if offering something.

"This is thrusting."

The two moves were simple and unadorned, devoid of any glint or breaking sky sound, so ordinary that Tu Hu felt the old man might have some tricks, but it seemed more like he was fooling him.

"Now, go and defeat your enemy." Cang Xuan tossed the Iron Sword back to him and casually pointed forward.

Tu Hu instinctively turned his head, only to see the space ahead ripple slightly, as a blurry phantom began to condense.

He habitually threw out Decomposition.

[Dream Weaving Beast (Phantom)]

Hunting Level: 127.

Tu Hu: ???

He blinked hard, wondering if he had hallucinated from repeating sword swings for too long.

127? Asking him to use those old man’s park moves to defeat a monster that could send him to see Brother Di Zhao with a slap?

Absolutely ridiculous, bullying me, right?

The giant beast phantom solidified, its blood-red eyes locking onto him like searchlights, and its mere presence exuded a suppression that made Tu Hu’s Qi-Blood surge.

Looking at the massive shadow like a mountain in front of him, he glanced down at the unremarkable training Iron Sword in his hand, with only one thought in mind:

"If you want me dead, just say it directly! This is too much!"

At that moment, the Dream Weaving Beast phantom lifted its forepaw, instantly gathering heaven and earth elements, dense elemental arrows falling like raindrops.

Tu Hu decisively held the Iron Sword horizontally, assuming a block posture:

"I’m blocking... blocking nothing, how can I block this?"

The next second, his vision went black and he disconnected in an instant.

Waking up abruptly, Tu Hu found himself lying on the green grass where he had first awakened, the sunlight bright, and the breeze gentle, as if the death threat just now was but a dream.

"Illusion?" He immediately realized he was in a special space where he couldn’t truly die.

But this wasn’t an illusion targeting him.

As a player, he had protection mechanisms, even the Jile Illusion released by Ah Le would be forcibly dispelled.

The only reasonable explanation was that the illusion existed in the form of space, rather than being imposed on his conscious level.

Standing up, an unexplainable anger surged to his head.

What kind of teaching is this? More like mockery.

And as for this sword move, it was utterly useless to him.

As a player, he only pursued stats, and any skills were just decorative.

No matter how powerful the sword move, it couldn’t compare to a high-stat normal attack.

Just as he angrily climbed up, preparing to curse, Cang Xuan’s figure, like a ghost, silently appeared in front of him again, with the same calm and unruffled expression:

"Learned it?"

The tone was as bland as asking if he’d eaten.

"Learned your ass!" Tu Hu exploded with days of pent-up frustration, grievance, and anger, pointing at the old man’s nose and cursing:

"I’m done learning, what shitty Emotion Sword, what blocking and thrusting, it’s all crap."

He was so angry that his chest heaved violently, throwing the training Iron Sword hard on the ground.

This opportunity, whoever wants it can have it, I’m going back to have a heart-to-heart with Brother Di Zhao.

With that said, he was about to activate self-decomposition to return to the village.

At that moment, Cang Xuan, who had been standing still, suddenly stepped forward.

In that step, he seemed to shrink the earth to inches, ignoring the distance between them, appearing directly in front of him.

Immediately, the old man raised his right hand, gently tapping his forehead.

Buzz~

Tu Hu felt as if a bomb had been hurled into his sea of consciousness, shaking violently.

Countless chaotic images surged into his mind like a breached torrent.

He saw an ancient figure standing alone on a collapsing battlefield, the world losing color.

Ahead, the Monster Army rushed forward.

The next moment, a destruction torrent of Flowing Fire, ice falls, and thunders intertwined, pouring down towards the old man like heavenly retribution, the light dazzling, the power sufficient to evaporate rivers, and topple mountains.

Faced with this heaven-destroying elemental bombardment, the old man’s figure appeared small and thin.

But the old man showed no fear, walking forward slowly, raising the seemingly ordinary Iron Sword in his hand, holding it horizontally in front of him.

Block.

No earth-shattering explosion, no radiant sword light.

At the moment the Iron Sword was held horizontally, the surging destruction torrent seemed to crash into an invisible barrier.

The fiery flames were silently extinguished, the ice falls abruptly vaporized, the thunder twisted and dissipated... like Bing Xue under the scorching sun, melting layer by layer.

The elemental surge shattered, turning into a breeze of nothingness, not even lifting the old man’s clothes.

This scene brought Tu Hu an indescribable shock.

Then, Cang Xuan’s wrist moved, the Iron Sword turning from horizontal to vertical, thrusting forward.

Still a sword so simple to the extreme.

In the instant the sword was thrust, Tu Hu felt an emotional release, like a declaration from within: Here lies silence.

Where the sword pointed, the dense formation of monsters exuding powerful life aura, their figures erased as if by a rubber, inch by inch annihilated from head to foot, with no screams, no struggle, not even a speck of dust raised.

With one sword, thousands of troops and horses, all returned to nothingness.

The scene abruptly ended.

Tu Hu stood motionless in place, cold sweat soaking his back.

He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter any sound, his mind left with only the utterly simple block and thrust, bringing a world-changing, army-annihilating terrifying might.