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Chapter 992: Not even worthy of the word mediocre!

boom--!!

The terrifying sword light, like the Milky Way flowing down from the nine heavens, swallowed up Yang Mu in an instant, without giving Yang Mu any time to react!

"not good!"

Zhao Qifeng's expression changed drastically.

At this moment, he was no longer worried that Hu Guiyi would not win, but was worried that Hu Guiyi's terrifying sword would directly kill Yang Mu.

If Yang Mu dies here, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord will probably overthrow the entire Qingmu Sect!

Others in the Qingmu Sect, especially the disciples, obviously did not have as far-term vision as he did. What they cared about was the outcome of the battle in front of them. Seeing Yang Mu being swallowed up by the sword light, they all suddenly became elated, and some even cheered.

But the next second, whether it was Zhao Qifeng or these cheerful Qingmu Sect disciples, they were all stunned. The scene in front of them was completely different from what they expected.

The terrifying sword light dissipated, and Yang Mu was still standing in the air with no injuries at all!

Hu Guiyi's final blow was like loud thunder but little rain. Apart from the slightly scary movement, it did not pose any actual threat to Yang Mu.

Not only the people of the Qingmu Sect, but also Yang Mu himself looked a little stunned.

Bang!

This time, Yang Mu was not knocked out of the air, but Hu Guiyi exhausted himself and fell heavily to the ring.

"I lost!" Hu Guiyi looked at Yang Mu in the air and said helplessly.

"What's going on?"

Yang Mu looked a little suspicious and guessed, "Did you fail to execute that move just now?"

At that moment, Yang Mu thought that he had lost this battle.

He had a strong hunch that the final trump card played by the opponent could break through the defense of the "Heaven Returning Sword".

But I didn't expect that it would end like this, it was just a false alarm.

Hu Guiyi was exhausted, which meant that he had undoubtedly lost this battle.

However, Hu Guiyi didn't seem to care about losing at all. There was no regret on his face, nor was he unwilling. He just felt a little pity that it was rare to meet a suitable opponent, but he still couldn't use the sword move that existed in his mind.

He said: "Have you forgotten what I said earlier?"

Yang Mu thought for a while and immediately knew what the other party was referring to.

Previously, Hu Guiyi said that he had a new application of the "Thundering Thunder" move.

On top of the new application, he also thought of a more subtle and powerful application method, but unfortunately, it was difficult to successfully implement it.

The so-called new application obviously refers to "Three Thousand Thunder Prisons".

And that more subtle and powerful method of application undoubtedly refers to the frightening blow just now.

But as he said at the beginning, it is difficult to successfully display it!

He used it forcefully, and Yang Mu was already defeated before he could reach him!

Yang Mu said: "It's a pity. If you can successfully perform that move, then I lose."

Hu Guiyi smiled and said: "The word 'if' means nothing to a cultivator. If a miracle does not happen, you will lose if you lose!

I am convinced. Now, I understand why you can become his disciple! I don’t feel any shame in losing to someone like you."

With the victory or defeat decided, the two of them didn't look at all tense and still talked like friends. This scene actually made many people in the Aoki Sect below look ashamed.

Their minds were filled with the outcome of this battle, and they felt that this battle was related to the reputation of the Qingmu Sect. However, these two people did not take winning or losing seriously at all.

"A person like me?"

Yang Mu slowly landed on the ring, helped Hu Guiyi up, and smiled to himself.

"You seem to think too highly of me. In terms of talent, you should be a genius in the first echelon of the world of mountains and seas. Compared with you, I am just a mediocre person. Everything I have now comes from my master.

!

Without the things my master taught me, I would not even be able to get started in the cultivation world, let alone create an extremely powerful swordsmanship on my own like you did. Now, I am still your opponent, but no matter what

In a few years, even the ten of me will not be able to defeat you."

Although he won, a strong sense of loss stirred in Yang Mu's heart.

In the battle with Hu Guiyi, he thoroughly saw what it means to be a genius and a monster.

The only reason why he could stand in the ring and fight with such a talented monster was because he received the inheritance from his master Mu Wuya.

The methods used, such as "Thirteen Swords of Green Lotus", "Sword of Return to Heaven and Earth", "Wandering Dragon Body Technique", etc., are all inherited from the master.

But his swordsmanship is his own creation!

Yang Mu now knows that there are higher-level existences above the snake-dragon realm.

And the inheritance given to him by Mu Wuya was only up to the snake and dragon realm.

If he wants to break through to the Immortal Gate Realm or even a higher realm, he must rely on his own talents.

Now, I can rely on my master's inheritance to overpower such geniuses and monsters, but when I need to rely on myself, there is no doubt that I will be left behind by these geniuses and monsters!

There is no way I can compete with their talents!

Even Yang Mu himself didn't notice that something was wrong with his state of mind.

When he learned that the force that had torn his family apart and even caused his mother to fall into a coma, he needed to become a powerful person in the realm of gods to be qualified to deal with them, Yang Mu felt unprecedented pressure.

You must know that everything you have comes from Master Mu Wuya!

What he can't do, how can he do it himself?

Deep in Yang Mu's heart, the seeds of self-doubt were planted unknowingly.

Today, after seeing a genius like Hu Guiyi, this seed of self-doubt took root and sprouted, and I came up with what I am saying now.

When Hu Guiyi heard this, he frowned: "Are you mocking me?"

"Mocking you?" Yang Mu said in astonishment, "Why did I mock you?"

"Your talent is not inferior to mine! But you say you are not as good as me. Isn't this ridicule? What is it?"

Hu Guiyi looked at Yang Mu carefully and realized that he might not really be mocking him, so he said with some surprise:

"Don't you think that a person with mediocre talents can be as capable as you are after being taught by the Thousand-Faced Demon King?

It is indeed not easy to create your own methods like me. With all due respect, I have always been quite proud of my talent in swordsmanship.

But you don’t think that it would be easy to master two superb sword techniques and one supreme movement technique like you without creating your own moves, right? Especially when sword techniques and movement techniques are used together,

Is this something only a mediocre person can do?

If you are a mediocre person, then I can only be considered a mediocre person! And except for you and me, no one else here is worthy of the word mediocre person!"

Everyone below was speechless, feeling like they were being shot while lying down.

The corner of Zhao Qifeng's mouth twitched, did the junior brother's words include me?


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