Chapter 209

These Mara-Struck soldiers of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus are too weak.

However, just as Yanqing was striking down the Mara-Struck soldiers of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus.

A sinister aura suddenly condensed beside Lin Mo.

A Mara-Struck soldier appeared like a ghost, its sharp claws thrusting straight at Lin Mo with a piercing sound that tore through the air.

Everything happened too fast, leaving almost no time for anyone to react.

But Lin Mo's reaction was even swifter; almost the instant that Mara-Struck soldier took form, Lin Mo had already gripped his sword hilt.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Mo's sword struck like a thunderbolt, its speed so fast it was nearly invisible, accompanied by a whistling wind.

The tip of the sword traced a perfect arc in the air, piercing the Mara-Struck soldier's vital point with absolute precision.

Under the light of Lin Mo's blade, the Mara-Struck soldier's body shattered instantly, turning into countless black fragments that scattered.

Its attack hadn't even touched the hem of Lin Mo's clothes before it was defeated and destroyed.

"Not bad, Lin Mo."

Seeing this scene, Yanqing immediately exclaimed in shock.

Lin Mo's reaction speed had also exceeded his imagination.

One day apart, had Lin Mo's sword arts already reached such a high level of difficulty?

【Your sword arts have caused shock in others, Influence +10】

【Your sword arts have attracted the attention of others, Influence +50】

At this moment, Lin Mo looked at the information suddenly appearing on his panel, and his eyelids twitched.

Unsurprisingly, the increase in Influence below was because of Jingliu.

The sword techniques he had subconsciously used just now were the copied Jingliu sword arts.

It was just a casual strike, aimed at the vital point, nothing more.

"Little brother, your sword arts are quite good."

At this time, Jingliu looked at Yanqing and offered an evaluation.

Although she was evaluating Yanqing, her gaze remained fixed on Lin Mo, and she continued with a sigh: "This one's sword arts are even more extraordinary."

Yanqing only received a "quite good" evaluation.

But Lin Mo received an "extraordinary" evaluation.

The superiority of their sword arts was instantly judged.

Upon hearing Jingliu's words, Yanqing was stunned and asked in surprise: "You can see?"

How could that be?

Wasn't this person wearing a black blindfold?

Could it be that she was wearing it on purpose?

"I can hear."

Jingliu said softly: "The whistling of a flying sword breaking through the air, the sound of sharp blades cutting—these traces reveal the quality of one's sword arts invisibly."

"Just like a musician listening to a zither, or a poet listening to rhyme. Between the changes and flows of sword moves, a brilliant swordsman will never leave behind stagnant, discordant noise. To use a sword like this in a single breath, there should be very few Cloud Knights with such strength."

"Am I that good?"

Hearing Jingliu's words, Yanqing's expression brightened slightly.

His sword arts were what he was most proud of, and now that he had received praise, Yanqing's mood was quite good.

"However, you only know how to attack, and do not know how to hide your edge."

The next second, Jingliu changed the subject: "Therefore, your sword melody appears somewhat chaotic at the end."

Yanqing, who had been happy just a moment ago, was suddenly stunned.

Was she evaluating the strengths and weaknesses of his sword arts?

The other party was too amazing to be able to hear that, which only strengthened his inner conviction.

"It seems that zither music and sword arts truly have common ground."

The next second, Yanqing scratched his head: "The General has also commented similarly, saying my sword is full of spirit and overly sharp, and that if I want to win the title of 'Sword Champion,' I still lack a bit of maturity."

"Sword Champion? I remember, that is the title for the person with the most supreme sword arts among the Cloud Knights. It is too far away."

Speaking of this, Jingliu shook her head gently, then looked at Lin Mo and spoke slowly: "Of course, if this one were to use his sword arts to vie for the title of 'Sword Champion,' there would be no pressure at all, provided he becomes a little stronger."

Lin Mo: "........."

"Lin Mo?"

Hearing Jingliu's words, Yanqing was stunned and looked at Lin Mo in surprise.

This one's sword arts could already go and vie for "Sword Champion"?

Is that for real?

You have to know, Lin Mo hasn't been in the Cloud Knights for long.

Although his sword talent is very strong, even being able to observe his sword arts and perform them, and continue to perform them on the original basis.

But even so, he still couldn't take the "Sword Champion" title, right?

Yet this mysterious woman evaluated him as such.

However, just thinking about the sword arts Lin Mo had displayed, Yanqing fell silent.

According to the sword arts Lin Mo displayed, he himself was no match, so on the Luofu, there shouldn't be many people who would be his match either.

But thinking of the vacant "Sword Champion" position, Yanqing shook his head: "Ever since the 'Imbibitor Lunae Rebellion,' the Luofu's Sword Champion position has been vacant. However, when the Luofu Cloud Knight troops return from their hunt and the Martial Arts Ceremony is held again, I am determined to win this title."

Speaking of this, the gaze Yanqing cast at Lin Mo was also filled with fighting spirit!

Lin Mo: "......"

Seeing Yanqing notice him, Lin Mo felt somewhat helpless.

He was not interested in the Luofu "Sword Champion" position, so there was no need for Yanqing to stare at him.

"The martial arts in the Cloud Knights each have their own heritage. Little brother, who guided your sword arts?"

Jingliu continued to speak, asking casually.

"Since you are a connoisseur of swords, I won't keep you in suspense."

Hearing Jingliu's words, Yanqing said: "It is General Jing Yuan of the Luofu."

"Jing Yuan?"

"Even if you haven't been to the Luofu for a long time, you should have heard of General Jing Yuan's prestige outside, right?"

Sensing the surprise in Jingliu's words, Yanqing frowned: "Although the General always says he is not good at using a sword and his skills are rusty, he is always very enthusiastic whenever he teaches me."

"And what about this one?"

Jingliu looked at Lin Mo and said calmly: "The sword arts he displayed just now are not the same as yours."

"Lin Mo?"

Hearing Jingliu's words, Yanqing was stunned and shook his head: "This one is self-taught; Lin Mo studied it himself."

"Lin Mo's talent for the Dao of the sword is very strong; even I have to bow down."

Thinking of Lin Mo's sword talent, which even the General had praised, Yanqing couldn't help but feel a bit envious.