HBWnovel 27-17 True Form
27-17 True Form
Old Sword leaped from his flying sword, using a roll to cushion the fall. He walked slowly towards Mo Bei, his heavy footsteps jarring in the quiet arena. Mo Bei watched as the black shoes with white stripes drew ever closer.
Dongfang Yun, inside the small world, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He wished he had realized sooner that the small world could house people; that would have saved Mo Bei from danger. The three restroom security guards, who hadn't seen Dongfang Yun for some time, immediately went to the ghost visitor to report the situation.
Mo Bei felt an increasing sense of familiarity; the sword was worn smooth on the ground like a cleaver. Suddenly, Mo Bei remembered something.
A damp underground pipe… rusty iron mesh… a glimmer of purple light… a machete… a pair of black and white striped shoes drawing ever closer… someone you care about… a tremendous upheaval… the swaying winds of death amidst the raging flames, two lives lost, a bottomless abyss swallowing crimson leaves, balancing and orchestrating, hearts turned towards darkness, unwilling to be bound, iron chains linked together.
Mo Bei suddenly felt an excruciating headache. The memories he had just recalled seemed to have been strangled by a giant hand, dying on the path to rebirth. Meanwhile, lightning and flames erupted around Mo Bei, faintly emanating the roars of dragons.
The acting hall master was about to leave, but upon hearing the dragon's roar, he immediately turned back to the arena. His hand gripping the water bottle trembled, and he crushed it in his hand: "This is the person I've been looking for! You all saw it, right? You all saw it! I told you it was right! Longgunas! You know what I'm about to say! If this guy dares to die again, I'll blacklist Star Prison!" Well, actually, even the protagonist might not necessarily die. Longgunas replied miserably, "Sigh, why didn't we hurry up? This guy really got lucky."
The lightning flames beside Mo Bei began to weave a phantom dragon shape, and he floated up, the lightning flames surging into his wounds, filling and intertwining. Old Sword sensed something was wrong and immediately decided to interrupt the transformation. Transformations were unpredictable, and self-control was easily disrupted. Yu Hong also saw this; he hoped Old Sword would win, but also hoped to fight Mo Bei: "Damn it, what a difficult choice." In truth, he had no choice; who would live and who would die was still uncertain. Dongfang Yun believed Mo Bei still had untapped abilities.
Dragon wings sprouted from Mo Bei's back, and the phantom of a Thunderflame Dragon enveloped the entire arena. Mo Bei unleashed a Thunderflame Bomb, forcing Old Sword to reveal his trump card. He knew that if he didn't, he would never have another chance. As for Yu Hong, he'd deal with it after winning; he could just give it to him. Old Sword raised his hand, controlling the Thunderflame Bomb to fly back—this was his true spiritual power, his control. Mo Bei deflected the Thunderflame Bomb with one hand, and Old Sword controlled it to split into several flying fragments, simultaneously retrieving flying swords from his small world, deciding to win by numbers. Mo Bei used Thunderflame Roaring Strike, and Old Sword realized this was a spiritual technique he had never seen before. However, there was no turning back, and he drew his sword to meet it. Mo Bei used the Second Stage Heavenly Fire Drop, his body engulfed in thunderflame. Old Sword immediately used his control to disperse the thunderflame around him, but the flames and lightning were endless, stretching to the edge of the universe.
Flames filled the entire arena. When the flames subsided, only a charred corpse remained, embers still burning, the sword still warm in its hand. Clearly, Mo Bei had won.
But where was Mo Bei? The acting hall master was also searching for him with wide eyes. Finally! The audience found Mo Bei at the very top; he was frantically clutching his head and pounding on the barrier, clearly indicating that someone had severed his memories.
Mo Moxiao, upon hearing the report of Dongfang Yun's disappearance, only replied with one sentence: "Dongfang Yun has already passed the elimination rounds; questioning him is futile." She then ordered Yu Hong to enter the arena and take control. With a single gesture from Yu Hong, Mo Bei was bound by vines that rose from the ground and slammed to the ground again, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking and the surging of lightning flames. Mo Moxiao then had the same person carry him off the field again, and Mo Bei instantly regained his senses.
Mo Bei disregarded everything else; his first action was to sneak back into the small world. He found Dongfang Yun, looking somewhat dejected: "Yun'er...was I really scary just now...?" Dongfang Yun patted Mo Bei's head: "Little Mo, no, you were perfectly cool! Besides, losing control is common; it's not your fault. I've heard that every strong person experiences some degree of loss of control on their path to becoming strong. What you've done is already standard for a strong person." Mo Bei's eyes lit up again: "Really! I'm going to become strong! That's amazing!" Mo Bei jumped up with joy; perhaps his happiness was just that simple.
The third match, the final, was a foregone conclusion that Mo Bei would face Yu Hong, and it started at 20 PM. Yu Hong sat on his bed, counting names: "Old Sword..." After counting for what seemed like forever, he finally made up his mind and burst into laughter, "Don't worry, I will live on with your will! Hahahaha!" Mo Bei, meanwhile, was pondering how the dragon-like form had appeared earlier, when he heard a knock at the door: "Is Mo Bei here? I need to discuss something with you." Dongfang Yun, watching from within the small world, silently agreed.
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