Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"Senior brother."

"What's up."

Chu Zihang opened his eyes and looked at the place where the sound came from.

Lu Mingfei? No, that's not right!

There is no way he has such a crazy temperament.

So, it wasn't Lu Mingfei, but the enemy who caused Lu Mingfei's change came to his door!

In an instant, Chu Zihang pulled out Murasame from the scabbard and slashed at the "enemy" in front of him.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, silver light flickering. It was clear that the distance between the two was still several meters, but Murasame in Chu Zihang's hand was slashing at Lu Mingfei at just the right distance.

Iai, Japan's famous swordsmanship, pulls the sword out of the scabbard quickly in an instant, so as to kill the enemy with lightning speed.

Many variations have been derived from this technique, from single sword to double sword, or even lengthening or shortening, which will lead to different sword techniques used by Iai.

Different heights, physical abilities, and training habits further expand the number of sword techniques.

Chu Zihang was not a child. He did not have a professional kendo master to teach him what swordsmanship was. The only thing he learned that could be called training was the kendo course at the Children's Palace.

It sounds very ordinary. The swordsmanship practiced by ordinary students is just the basic method of using swords.

But Chu Zihang, his character as a sword wielder will directly affect the sharpness of his sword skills.

A person who doesn't care about the so-called life and death at all, and only thinks about rushing to the throne of God and completing the things he has never accomplished that he once escaped. His sword moves forward without fear of life or death, and without hesitation.

Lu Mingfei looked at the slashing blade without changing his expression, his pupils as dark as ink, and then stretched out his hand.

Just like a flying swallow flying in a storm, the ripples of the storm's air flow upright, flying faster and faster in the wind and waves that are enough to tear it into pieces.

But for a moment, these were nothing more than hallucinations.

In reality, Lu Mingfei reached out and touched Chu Zihang's wrist.

This was something that was impossible to accomplish. The knife swung out by a swordsman who was indomitable fell at a speed that ordinary people could not react. As a result, Lu Mingfei caught his wrist.

But in reality, everything that appeared in front of Chu Zihang told him that the truth was so outrageous.

"Senior brother."

"...Lu Mingfei." Chu Zihang calmed down.

At this time, Lu Mingfei also released his hold on Chu Zihang.

"Brother, you are so strong."

"...You have something to do with me."

"Of course." Lu Mingfei paused, scratched the back of his head, and laughed twice.

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei's hand with solemn eyes.

It was this hand that caught Murasame's wrist that he had pulled out, and held it down like an iron vice, preventing him from moving even half a step forward.

"Well, Senior Brother Chu, do you know how to control yourself through will?"

This question is not something Lu Mingfei should ask.

While Chu Zihang was thinking about what exactly Lu Mingfei was having, he gave his own answer: "I don't know."

"Huh? No, isn't this what one should learn in swordsmanship?"

...Silence was the only atmosphere at the scene.

Lu Mingfei's words silenced Chu Zihang.

The foundation of swordsmanship is to master oneself, and the threshold for the basics is to grasp a sword that is swung at high speed with bare hands like Lu Mingfei's.

So what is the pinnacle of swordsmanship?

The sword master who divides the sea with one sword, the god-killing sword that kills gods with his sword, the sword of the god of war that cuts through everything...

Chu Zihang didn't know the answer. After putting Murasame into the scabbard, he told his personal experience when he was learning swordsmanship in the Children's Palace.

Listening patiently to Chu Zihang's explanation, Lu Mingfei compared his own content, quickly reviewed it in his mind, and compared his own growth with Chu Zihang's growth.

Then, he got the result. Chu Zihang's growth had no effect on him, and his reference value was close to nothing.

"Brother, let's have a fight."

Lu Mingfei pointed at Murasame in Chu Zihang's hand with firm eyes.

No matter how many descriptions there are in the language, it is not as fast as a real fight with swords and guns.

"Can."

Chu Zihang nodded without changing his expression.

"There is an empty square nearby. Let's compete there."

"Great, senior brother, by the way, let me talk to Boss Caesar about the situation first." Lu Mingfei thought of something, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

"Dear brother, your favorite devil has appeared again." The little devil's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"In order to give back to old users for their consumption, I have officially launched a new version of the season pass. All you need is..."

Lu Mingfei listened to this greeting calmly.

"Are you done?"

"Brother, you have changed so much."

Lu Mingfei turned his head, and the little devil was standing next to Chu Zihang.

He still wore the same suit that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, with a very disgusting but helpless smile on his face.

"Brother, do you need to trade?"

"A quarter of a life."

"Yes, as long as you have a quarter of your life, then brother, you can directly obtain this ability."

As he spoke, the little devil snapped his index finger.

Snapped.

After a moment of earth-shaking, the world in front of Lu Mingfei seemed like a world in which paint had been mixed.

"This is…"

"Yes, pure white space."

The little devil appeared in front of Lu Mingfei. He opened his big hands and seemed to be chanting an ancient poem.

"In just a quarter of your life, brother, you will learn how to use this power of will!"

"Are you done?" Lu Mingfei listened calmly to the little devil's bewitchment, his expression neither happy nor sad.

"Brother, I only need a quarter of my life..."

"Sorry, I refuse to trade." Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"Why?"

As long as you obtain this power, the result of being repeatedly killed 720 times in the 81st floor dungeon can be changed!

You can use real swords and guns to pierce through indestructible steel, and your minions can tear through all barriers.

You will be invincible, victory after victory!

"Lu Mingze, what on earth have I done to make you disrespect me so much."

Calm and indifferent, but extremely powerful.

Lu Mingze stopped persuading, crossed his arms and looked directly at Lu Mingfei.

The two looked at each other...

This time, Lu Mingze smiled. He sat back on the chair, holding his stomach, and laughed.

"Haha, brother, you are really interesting."

"Really, I don't think it's anything."

"You actually gave up this power. Do you know how much it would cost if you learned it yourself?"

Lu Mingze asked the key question, like a farewell song.

“Is a quarter of a life costly?”

"…No."

Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze were silent, and then said together: "So, the transaction is over."

"Brother, I look forward to our next meeting. By the way, your monthly card has been automatically renewed. I think you also understand what the word price is."

Now that you know the cost, it's boring to continue talking about a quarter of your life in exchange for a cheat.

"Hello, Lu Mingfei?" Caesar's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me, Boss Caesar."

Lu Mingfei turned to look at Chu Zihang, and then explained his needs.

"...That's just the way it is."

"I understand, I'll be here soon, ten minutes." Caesar closed the phone and left a moment.

"Brother, Boss Caesar will be here in ten minutes."

"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded, with a paralyzed face that remained unchanged for thousands of years. (End of chapter)