Chapter 78: Mo Sang Sheng

  "Nowadays, young people are really arrogant and have no limits, their IQ is also not good, thinking that having a set of golden armor can do whatever they want." Feng Xuan didn't put Hua Qianwu in his eyes at all, instead of retreating, he charged forward, looking like he was committing suicide, towards Hua Qianwu's long spear.

  "Seeking death." Hua Qianwu's long spear shook, and the flames on the spear burst out, forming a brilliant light like a fire dragon, accelerating towards Feng Xuan.

  "Not hit!" After Hua Qianwu drew her sword, her pupils suddenly contracted. She clearly saw Feng Xuan's spear charging towards her long gun, but when it actually stabbed out, she found that Feng Xuan had somehow flashed to the other side and passed directly by her side.

  Feng Xuan didn't even deign to use his sword, and in the instant he passed by Hua Qianwu's side, he directly kicked her with a whip-like leg, sending her flying out.

  Hua Mingyang only reacted at this moment, swinging his sword to chop towards Feng Xuan who was within arm's reach. However, he discovered that the person he wanted to chop had suddenly appeared on his other side, and his sword chopped completely into empty space.

  Bang!

  Huā Míng Yáng was also kicked out, and Fēng Xián rushed into the Knights' team without stopping. Then, a handsome figure emerged from the crowd, and one by one, people were screaming and flying up, falling down in all directions, with different postures.

  The Knights found that their long spears were clearly thrust at the man, but after thrusting out, they discovered that there was no one there. Then, they only felt a pain in their buttocks and flew up, heavily colliding with the wall.

  Bai Cangdong only then discovered that his "Quarter" movement technique was somewhat sacrilegious compared to Feng Xuan's "Half" movement technique. Feng Xuan's movement technique had already reached an inhuman level, transcending the ordinary and unmatched by anyone.

  If Feng Xian's "Two-Fifths" stance was a noble white swan, then Bai Cangdong thought his own "Four-Fifths" stance was still just a newly hatched little wild chicken, with its butt exposed and not even fully feathered yet, completely incomparable.

  "How's that, you little brat? This is the real deal, and I'm only charging 500 years of life force, not expensive at all." After kicking everyone flying, Hua Qianwu and others knew they had stepped on iron plate, no one dared to come up again. Feng Xuan smiled and patted off the dust on his body, saying to Bai Chongdong.

  "Not expensive, not even a bit expensive, it's well worth it." Bai Cangdong nodded repeatedly, if he could master this technique, it would be worthwhile even if his lifespan was 1,000 years.

  "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring the Life Gauge, I'll teach you right now, and it's free with a live demonstration." Feng Xuan was naturally mocking Hua Qianwu and others, and it was impossible for him to actually teach Bai Cangdong here.

  "No life gauge, free for you to teach or not?" Bai Cangdong's response made Feng Xuan want to vomit blood, fortunately Feng Xuan didn't really want to teach Bai Cangdong.

  "Bullying the younger generation is no great skill, Feng Xuan, you're really becoming more and more despicable as time goes on." A man in white armor approached with his sword, his eyebrows like swords and his lips with edges, handsome yet masculine.

  The sword light spins like wind, directly piercing the heart of the Wind String, with golden light dazzling the eyes.

  Feng Xuan's face changed, and he swiftly drew out his dagger, directly chopping towards the sword light. The knife light and sword light collided, but did not immediately explode. The sword light rotated like a drill bit, impacting with force, while the knife light rapidly chopped up and down, attempting to sever the sword light.

  Boom!

  The last sword light and knife light could hardly gain an advantage over each other, and suddenly burst open, turning into tiny sparks that dispersed in the air.

  "Mo Sangsheng, you haven't died yet?" Feng Xuan sheathed his sword and said mockingly.

  "You haven't died yet, how could I die? Want to bully the younger generation of Huajia? Ask my sword first." Mosang Sheng drew his sword again.

  "You want to play, I'll play with you, let's see if your broken swordsmanship has improved." Feng Xuan drew his sword without hesitation.

  The two did not draw their swords again, after all, the space in the cave was too narrow, and if they used their full strength to use their divine light, they would inevitably hurt others.

  "Who is that person, so formidable?" Bai Cangdong looked at Mo Sangsheng with a shocked heart. Mo Sangsheng's swordsmanship was unique and his movements were also very strange, unexpectedly not weaker than Feng Xuan's "Half-Step" movement.

  "Mosang Sheng, Uncle of Huachiwu, the strongest man in the Hua family." Feng Xian said.

  "Why is the strongest man in the Huajia called Mosangsheng?" Bai Cangdong asked puzzled.

  "Because Mosang Sheng is not a biological child of the Hua family, but rather the son of Hua Qianwu's grandfather and his second concubine, he bears the surname Mo. If it weren't for this, with Mosang Sheng's natural talent and martial prowess, the Hua family would have certainly made him their leader, and it wouldn't have fallen to Hua Qianwu's father."

  "What a terrifying swordsmanship." Bai Cangdong felt more and more that Mosangsheng's swordsmanship was terrifying.

  "That's for sure, back in the day, Fenghuacheng's Twin Blades and One Sword were known as the top of their class, unbeatable. The Twin Blades referred to Qiū Shū, and One Sword was Mo Sangsheng. Back then, Qiū Shū and Mo Sangsheng had clashed a total of seven times, with Qiū Shū winning four matches and Mo Sangsheng winning three. It's fair to say that they were evenly matched."

  Bai Cangdong watched the two fight, focusing his attention on Mosangsheng's movements. His movements were completely different from Feng Xuan's, without the latter's erratic and confusing speed, but every step he took was extremely critical. Perhaps his continuous movement speed wasn't fast, but the speed between each step was incredibly swift.

  Watching Mosangsheng's movement, three words appeared in Bai Canghai's mind: "Blade Step".

  Mosangsheng's body method is simply a Viscount-level version of the Knife Blade Step, its subtlety far surpasses the Knife Blade Step, and it also has the application method of Benming Shenguang, but its essence is extremely similar to the Knife Blade Step.

  Bai Cangdong had been observing Mosangsheng's body method, and with the foundation of knife-edge steps, he found it easier to see through the subtleties of Mosangsheng's body method. When reversing the operation of Benming Shenguang, it was much simpler than reversing the "Half" body method.

  Just like the mimicry of "Half-Step", he can't copy Mo Sangsheng's original divine light rotation method, but can only rotate his own divine light according to his understanding of the body method, making the rotation method of the divine light more in line with the body method.

  The consequences of doing so made Bai Cangdong's movement technique suddenly become a rough imitation, although the functions are all the same, but the effect and integrity are much worse, need to slowly improve, this is not something that can be accomplished in a short time, need to accumulate day by day, need to constantly improve in battle.

  After finishing the body method, Bai Cangdong became interested in Mosangsheng's swordsmanship. However, after watching for a while, he found that it was similar to Feng Xuan's knife method, which already contained very profound Benming Shenguang usage methods, making it difficult to imitate. Unlike the body method, which mainly relied on the body method and used Benming Shenguang as an auxiliary, forcing imitation would not be of much use.

  Swords clashed, Feng Xuan and Mo Sang Sheng simultaneously retreated from the battlefield.

  "Feng Xuan sneered: 'Your swordsmanship is still so terrible, wanting to win against me? You'd better wait for your next life.'"

  "I can't defeat you, but can you win against me? At least I have a junior to inherit my martial skills, your skills are likely to end with you."

  Mo Sang Sheng's words caused Feng Xuan's face to change greatly. Mo Sang Sheng's words were also extremely sinister, implying that the Feng family had no descendants left.

  Feng Xian is a female body, and her fate plate has already been damaged. Even if her fate plate hadn't been damaged, it would still be impossible for her to fully inherit the Wind String's martial skills.

  Feng Xian excels at the sword, while Feng Xuan's martial skills are those of dual knives. Using both hands to wield a skill is a natural talent that not everyone can cultivate. Unfortunately, Feng Xian does not have this talent, and even if he were to learn Feng Xuan's skills with great difficulty, he would not be able to master them, making it utterly useless.

  As for Feng Xian's body method, it is not easy to pass on either. For example, the body method in "Half of Two" requires not only the skills and techniques of martial arts and the use of Benming Shenguang, but also psychological games when used in actual combat, requiring a match between personality and body method.

  Unfortunately, Feng Xian's personality is also not suitable for the "Half-division" technique, so the martial skills he cultivates are completely different from those of Feng Xuan.

  "Who says my martial skills will end with me? I've already found a successor, and he's absolutely stronger than your useless junior." Feng Xuan said, his teeth almost grinding into dust.

  "Is that so? Then let's set a date and have our successors compete to see whose skills are sharper, your dual blades or my single sword." Mosang Sheng raised an eyebrow.

  "Alright, twenty years later let our successors have a war, I guarantee you will lose miserably." Feng Xuan was not stupid either, he didn't have any successor, and he set the time to twenty years later, so he would have time to slowly find a successor and train him well, by then it's not certain that he would lose to Mosangsheng's successor.

  "Twenty years? You might as well wait until we're all dead. Twenty days from now, I'll be waiting for you at the old place. If you have what it takes, bring your successor along. If not, then don't show up in front of me again and spend the rest of your life hiding like a turtle." Mo Sangsheng said this without paying any attention to Feng Xuan's reaction, and directly took the Hua siblings away from the ancient demon cave.

  "That bastard Mo Sangsheng is still as cunning and sinister as ever, he clearly knows I don't have an heir, but he has to save face in front of me, how can I swallow this anger, it's suffocating me!" Feng Xuan was so angry his teeth were itching, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had been fighting with Mo Sangsheng for a lifetime, but never felt so stifled before.

  "Seventh Uncle, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me..." Feng Xian's heart wasn't feeling well either. The Feng family had declined to the point of no return with her generation. The once illustrious first family of Feng Hua City would never regain its former glory.

  "What's it to you, that despicable and shameless Mosang Sheng..." Just as Mosang Sheng was cursing with relish, his gaze swept over Bai Cangdong and suddenly stopped.

  "You little stinker, I've decided to take you on as my apprentice and teach you all the powerful martial arts techniques for free." Feng Xuan said with a smile, looking at Bai Cangdong.