Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

Back in the bedroom, Mu Bai turned off the lights with a complicated look.

"A Yue."

Two inexplicable words came out of his mouth, and Mu Bai felt that he had become a stranger.

Who is A Yue? He didn't know.

But he said it inexplicably.

He didn't care too much about the martial arts exam. After all, his strength was strong enough, even if he got a full score, it was normal. But the existence of this special soul or special consciousness body that merged with the original body made him feel inexplicably flustered.

………

Martial arts arena.

When Shen Que, who was called, was still wondering why Mu Bai was torturing him, he saw this gentleman practicing sword in the arena.

It was the opponent's "Taishang Wangqing Sword Technique".

The combination of the Taishang Wangqing Sword Technique and the Taishang Zhiqing Sword Technique is one of the top sword techniques in the last world, "Seven Styles of Cutting the Sky".

But Mu Bai, who was constantly drawing his sword and slashing in the martial arts arena, became more and more confused the more he practiced this sword technique.

Because the sword technique that was once decisive and killing had become more perfect in his hands, and even directly surpassed the lethality of the original Tai Shang Wang Qing Sword Technique, forcing this sword technique to go another way.

"I practiced it wrong."

The long sword was sheathed, Mu Bai said lightly, and the scabbard at his waist broke and fell to the ground.

But in Shen Que's eyes, it was a completely different picture.

Shen Que even silenced his current personality of loving to make fun of things.

For the first time, his expression was so gloomy, and there was a little more fear in his eyes when he looked at Mu Bai.

It was as if he was looking at another monster.

Because... when Mu Bai was performing sword skills, it seemed as if there was a charming figure sticking to him in the haze, and he was performing sword skills with him. The more fierce Mu Bai's sword skills were, the more feminine the opponent was. When the yin and yang Tai Chi matched, the whole sword skills seemed to be emotionless, but Shen Que always felt inexplicably weird.

"I say, Mu Bai, is there something wrong with you today?"

Shen Que was a little afraid to practice sword with the other party in this situation.

If he really went insane and killed him in the middle of the night, he would have nowhere to complain.

"Something went wrong. What did you see?"

Sitting on a chair outside the field, Mu Bai drank a sip of water and asked calmly.

Shen Que was silent for a while, first looked at the monitor, and after realizing that he did not find the figure, he said in a deep voice: "There is a person or something else, sticking to your back and sword with you."

He thought Mu Bai would be shocked, but he didn't expect Mu Bai to just nod and continue to ask: "What else."

What else?

This isn't serious?

Shenque felt that this place was haunted.

The main reason was that Mu Bai's attitude was too scary. Shenque even suspected that Mu Bai at this moment was not the real Mu Bai.

"You are not possessed by someone, are you?"

"You have read too many novels about cultivating immortals."

Shenque nodded with a smile. That was true.

Mu Bai looked to the side after smiling.

Because next to Shenque's chair sat the mysterious girl whose face could not be seen clearly. No, the lower half of the other person's face could be seen clearly at this moment.

It can be described as perfect. Mu Bai even felt that the other person was somewhat similar to himself.

It cannot be defined by beauty or ugliness. It is closer to a kind of beauty that comes with the rest of the life of an extreme life.

However, if it is praised in ordinary words, it is enough to be called stunning, even if it is only the lower half of the face.

It is not clear why Mu Bai feels an inexplicable palpitation when he sees the other person's face.

He retracted his gaze and the other person disappeared again.

Mu Bai pulled out a long sword and threw it in front of Shen Que.

"Let's spar. It's a good opportunity for me to see your recent progress."

Shen Que looked at Mu Bai carefully. His scattered black hair made him look very young, but the dark gold in his black eyes made him look a little gloomy, or a little majestic, giving people the feeling that he was not easy to approach. But when Mu Bai smiled, ordinary people would always feel that he was easy to approach.

Shen Que, who was highly sensitive, always felt that Mu Bai had bad intentions.

After all, he would not believe it unless this guy cheated him.

"Brother, are you sure you want to spar with me in swordsmanship? Don't lose and get angry and use your Tremor-Tremor Fruit to turn me into a meat pie."

Purely sparring with swordsmanship, without too much strength, fruit ability and other interference factors, let the two fight like sword apprentices. This is the default rule of the two. After all, if they really fight, Shen Que is definitely not Mu Bai's opponent in three rounds.

The lights in the room reflected the two swords shining with cold light, and the atmosphere was tense and murderous.

Mu Bai and Shen Que stood face to face, and both of them had fighting spirit in their eyes.

The sparring began, and the sword tips lightly touched each other, making a subtle metal collision sound.

At first, the two of them moved slowly, as if they were testing each other's strength and methods.

But as the moves went back and forth, their speed gradually increased, and the sword light flashed, as if two silver dragons were flying in the room.

Mu Bai's swordsmanship was light and elegant, as natural as flowing water. Every swing of the sword was just right, neither wasting a bit of energy nor leaving any flaws for the opponent.

Shen Que's swordsmanship seemed more fierce, and every attack was powerful and heavy, trying to suppress the opponent with powerful force.

As time went on, Shen Que gradually felt powerless.

Although his swordsmanship was fierce, it seemed a bit clumsy in front of Mu Bai's light swordsmanship. Mu Bai's swordsmanship was like a drizzle, everywhere, making it hard to defend against.

And every fierce attack of Shen Que would be easily resolved by Mu Bai.

At the same time, he was a little confused, because Mu Bai's swordsmanship was too different from the past, and he was too concerned about the feminine aspect.

The competition reached a white-hot stage, the speed of the two people was getting faster and faster, and the sword light was dazzling. Suddenly, Shenque was careless and revealed a flaw.

Mu Bai's eyes condensed, and the long sword in his hand pierced out like lightning, pointing directly at Shenque's chest.

Shenque was shocked and it was too late to defend himself.

With a light "swish", Mu Bai's sword tip had pierced his collar.

Shenque was defeated, but his face showed a trace of relaxation.

After all, Mu Bai's sword skills were too tricky, and he didn't know how to avoid it.

Mu Bai ignored the other party and hid alone in the training ground next to him. In front of him were rows of neatly arranged scarecrows.

At first, his sword was still a little slow, and every slash was steady and powerful, and the scarecrows fell under his sword. But as time went on, Mu Bai's speed gradually increased, and his sword dance became faster and faster, as if he was crazy.

The sword flashed, like lightning piercing the sky, and the scarecrow was easily cut off by his sword like a straw.

Mu Bai's movements became faster and faster, his figure moved quickly on the training ground, the long sword in his hand turned into a series of light and shadow, and the scarecrows fell down in pieces like harvested wheat fields.

His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he wanted to cut all the scarecrows under his sword. Every time he swung the sword, he carried a strong momentum, as if he wanted to split the air.

The people around were shocked by Mu Bai's momentum. They had never seen such a crazy swordsmanship, as if Mu Bai had merged with the sword and turned into an unstoppable sword wind.

The scarecrow was like paper under his sword, vulnerable. Mu Bai's swordsmanship has reached a whole new realm, his speed, strength and accuracy have reached the peak state.

When the last scarecrow was chopped down, Mu Bai slowly stopped the sword in his hand.

He raised his head and said to himself: "I practiced it wrong, the Supreme Forgetful Sword Technique is actually... a double sword."

Shen Que, who was standing not far away, saw that under the light, there were two shadows of Mu Bai.