RPAGF Chapter 320 Sword Intent, Inner Demon
Chapter 320 Sword Intent, Inner Demon
Mo Ming took a deep breath, his gaze hardening. He gripped the Demon-Suppressing Sword tightly, his eyes fixed on the gradually repairing illusory image.
Although he had gained a slight advantage in the previous exchange, he knew that if he could not completely defeat this "perfect version of himself," he would never be able to cross the threshold of this trial.
The cracks in the illusory image gradually disappeared, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy surged again, even more violently than before. Its gaze remained indifferent, and a certain undying will seemed to burn within its empty pupils.
It slowly raised the Demon-Suppressing Sword, its tip pointing directly at Mo Ming. Its spiritual power surged, condensing into a phantom sword shadow. The sword shadow was like the manifestation of some ancient will, exuding a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.
"This guy... can actually evolve?" Mo Ming felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
A deep voice echoed once more in the training grounds, tinged with a cold mockery: "Trial participants, if you cannot surpass yourself, you are not qualified to step into the next stage."
Mo Ming gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly, "This trial is really ruthless, actually making me fight 'myself' to this extent!"
The illusion gave him little time to catch his breath. Its sword shadow suddenly surged, transforming into a streak of light that shot straight at him. Mo Ming quickly blocked with his sword, but the power of the sword shadow far exceeded his expectations, actually forcing him back several steps, leaving a deep gash in the black ground beneath his feet.
"We can't delay any longer!" Mo Ming's heart sank. He knew that if he continued to be on the defensive, he would eventually be completely suppressed by this illusion.
"Since you are the 'perfect me,' then I will shatter this 'perfection'!"
Mo Ming's gaze suddenly turned cold. He slowly closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy within his body stopped surging rapidly and gradually settled down, like a bottomless lake.
His breathing became long and steady, and his aura changed from sharp to gentle, even carrying a hint of elusive mystery.
The phantom seemed to sense Mo Ming's change, a strange glint flashing in its empty eyes. Without hesitation, the sword in its hand suddenly trembled, transforming once more into a sharp beam of light, aimed straight for Mo Ming's chest.
Just as the sword shadow was about to touch Mo Ming, his eyes suddenly opened! At that moment, his gaze was like a thunderbolt, and he instantly swung out the Demon-Suppressing Sword. The sword blade did not directly face the attack of the illusion, but instead swept towards the side of the illusion in a strange arc.
"boom!"
The two swords clashed, and the illusory sword shadows were actually shattered! But Mo Ming's sword momentum did not stop. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, and the sword blades drew strange trajectories in the air. Each sword contained an indescribable power, as if it had transcended the scope of ordinary swordsmanship.
"This is... sword intent?" Mo Ming was shocked. He had never truly comprehended sword intent before, but at this critical moment of life and death, he had actually faintly touched upon that higher level of realm!
The illusory image was clearly unable to fully cope with this change. Although its swordsmanship remained precise, it began to struggle against Mo Ming's attacks imbued with sword intent. Its movements gradually slowed, and cracks reappeared on its body, even more severely than before.
"It's over!" Mo Ming shouted, and the Demon-Suppressing Sword slashed down fiercely, its blade carrying overwhelming sword intent, aiming hard at the head of the illusory image.
"Oh!"
The illusory image's body shattered completely under this sword strike, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the gray mist.
The deep voice sounded again, this time with a hint of relief: "Trial participant, surpass yourself, break through your limits, and pass the second stage."
As the voice faded, the giant cauldron's azure light suddenly intensified, its eerie glow enveloping Mo Ming's body and slowly lifting him up. The next moment, his figure was swallowed by the light and vanished from the trial field.
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Lin Ye stood beside the corpse of the three-headed fire wolf, panting as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His body was nearing its limit, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted, but he still straightened his back, and the spear in his hand still emitted a faint crackling of lightning.
"There should be another link, right?" Lin Ye looked up into the distance. The space deep within the flames suddenly distorted, and a pitch-black crack slowly emerged, as if beckoning him to go there.
"Alright, let's continue!" Lin Ye sneered, picked up his spear, and resolutely stepped into the crevice.
On the other side of the rift lies a completely different world. There are no flames, no scorching temperatures, only endless darkness and deathly silence.
Lin Ye stood in the darkness, his brows furrowed slightly: "Where is this place?"
The deep voice sounded again: "Ordinary Trial, Final Stage - Realm of Inner Demons."
As soon as he finished speaking, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in the darkness. The figure gradually solidified and transformed into a figure that looked exactly like Lin Ye!
"This kind of tactic?" Lin Ye sneered, pointing his spear directly at the illusory image of "himself," his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
However, the illusory image did not attack immediately. Instead, it spoke slowly, its voice low and cold: "Do you really think you can keep winning?"
Lin Ye's pupils contracted slightly, then he sneered, "Enough with the nonsense, let's fight if you dare!"
The illusory image remained still, continuing, "You think you're strong, but in reality, you're nothing but an abandoned loser. No matter how hard you try, you can't change your fate."
Lin Ye's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his cold composure. He said coldly, "Fate? I've never believed in that kind of thing!"
The illusory image curled into a cold smile: "Is that so? Then why are you still fighting so hard? You know perfectly well that even if you pass the trial, you're just paving the way for others."
Lin Ye's heart suddenly jolted; those emotions he had been deliberately suppressing seemed to be completely torn apart by those words. His hand trembled slightly, and the light of his spear dimmed a little.
“You…” Lin Ye gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
The phantom slowly approached him, its voice like a curse: "Give up, Lin Ye. You've given your all for nothing but a hollow hope. Kneel down and admit your defeat."
Lin Ye's legs seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force, and they were even slightly weak. But at that moment, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Failure?" Lin Ye sneered, suddenly raising his head with eyes like lightning. "The biggest failure of my life was listening to other people's nonsense!"
He suddenly raised his spear, and lightning erupted around him once more. His powerful will dispelled the oppressive force of the phantom. He stepped forward, spear pointed directly at the phantom's chest, his voice like thunder shaking the entire space: "Inner demon? What a joke! Get out of my way!"
"boom!"
Lightning exploded, and the illusory image completely collapsed amidst Lin Ye's roar, dissipating into countless points of light.
The deep voice rang out again: "Fearless of inner demons, with a will as strong as steel, the trial participant has passed the final ring."
Lin Ye snorted coldly, put away his spear, and looked coldly at the gradually appearing light in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, his figure disappeared from the trial grounds.
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