Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 1312

Chapter 1312: Chapter 747 Youth_4

Mo Hua moved like flowing water, calmly evading.

The Sword Qi slashed past Mo Hua, cutting through the tree trunk and embedding itself into the ground, leaving a clear sword scar.

This sword scar was almost identical to the one on the body of the Demon Wooden Eagle.

Mo Hua countered with a Fireball Technique in a reverse motion.

The Fireball Technique wasn’t as powerful as the sword light from the youth in green, but it was both swift and precise.

The youth in green transformed into a streak of sword light, dodging several times to create distance. Yet, the Fireball Technique seemed to lock onto him; with a slight curve, it adjusted its path and continued flying toward him.

The youth’s expression darkened slightly. With a swing of his longsword, a flash of sword light split the fireball in two, neutralizing it on the spot.

However, the power of the Fireball Technique clearly paled in comparison to the Sword Qi.

In the blink of an eye, a second fireball hurtled toward him.

The green-clad youth’s pupils tightened.

This spell… was too fast.

He swung backhandedly, releasing another arc of sword light to neutralize the fireball.

“At least the power isn’t much…”

The youth murmured to himself.

And so, the two engaged: you unleash fireballs, I parry with sword light. Both simultaneously utilizing movement techniques, darting through the forest, exchanging blow after blow.

Both were probing.

Mo Hua wanted to test just how formidable this green-clad youth’s swordsmanship truly was.

The youth, meanwhile, sought to uncover what other tricks Mo Hua might have up his sleeve.

After a brief bout, Mo Hua felt he had a reasonable grasp of the situation.

His Sword Qi was strong, but it was merely at the pinnacle level of Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. He might have a deadly ace up his sleeve, but he definitely couldn’t use it in front of Mo Hua.

The youth’s movement technique seemed to also stem from the Sword Escape type of techniques.

Fast indeed, but not as fast as Mo Hua’s. Moreover, like his sword light, it was straightforward—lacking versatility.

Mo Hua began contemplating which method to use to subdue this green-clad youth.

Should he engage in close combat with the Small Meteor Forbidden Technique, or maintain distance and employ Divine Sense Sword Control?

Or perhaps secretly paint a Formation, set up an ambush, and then bombard him with spells afterward…

Mo Hua was somewhat undecided.

The dilemma lay in the fact that some methods were too powerful to use casually.

Though this youth had stolen his magical beast and had a poor temper, Mo Hua couldn’t truly kill him over such a matter; otherwise, it would lead to big trouble.

Winning without killing was… quite challenging…

On the other side, the green-clad youth was becoming irritated.

Over and over, it was the Fireball Technique.

They had exchanged dozens of rounds, yet this odd little guy only used Fireball Techniques.

“Could it be he’s trying to humiliate me?!”

The youth’s anger flared slightly, and he said coldly, “Do you only know the Fireball Technique? What about your Sever Gold Sect swordsmanship? Why won’t you use it?”

Mo Hua tosses another two fireballs and replied, utterly baffled, “I’m not from the Sever Gold Sect, why would I use their swordsmanship?”

The youth paused, stunned. He countered with two arcs of Sword Qi to dissipate the fireballs, then frowned and asked:

“You’re not from Sever Gold Sect?”

Mo Hua retorted, “What about me looks like I’m from Sever Gold Sect?”

The youth pointed to the Demon Wooden Eagle. “You said you killed this eagle. These sword scars here, aren’t they from Broken Gold Sword Qi?”

Mo Hua froze, suddenly understanding the misunderstanding.

He had used Divine Sense Sword Control to employ a sword array from Sever Gold Sect, so naturally, what it produced was Broken Gold Sword Qi.

Of course, there was no way he could admit to wielding Broken Gold Sword Qi.

Mo Hua said, “This Sword Qi is a family inheritance of mine. How does it make it Sever Gold Sect’s Sword Qi?”

The youth furrowed his brow. “But this Sword Qi is of the golden element…”

“Gold is one of the Five Elements. There are countless Sword Cultivators in this world who refine gold-series Sword Qi. What does that have to do with Sever Gold Sect?”

Mo Hua replied confidently.

The youth was momentarily at a loss for words, left speechless.

What he said… wasn’t entirely without merit.

Sever Gold Sect was renowned for its gold-series Sword Qi, but not all golden Sword Qi inheritances originated from Sever Gold Sect…

It was his own bias—upon seeing these golden sword scars, he had rashly concluded that this eagle demon had been injured by the Sword Qi of those Sever Gold Sect scoundrels…

Quietly, the youth sheathed his longsword.

Mo Hua was slightly surprised. “You’re done fighting?”

The youth clasped his hands together in a sign of respect and admitted, “I was too presumptuous. My apologies…”

Though apologizing, his face was stiff, clearly uncomfortable.

Seeing him so direct in admitting fault, Mo Hua felt slightly surprised. He gestured toward the Demon Wooden Eagle and said, “Then, about this magical beast…”

The youth hesitated briefly but only for a moment before replying decisively:

“It’s yours.”

Hearing this, Mo Hua nodded in satisfaction.

Children who don’t steal others’ magical beasts are good children.

This was just a small misunderstanding, nothing worth holding a grudge over.

Mo Hua folded his hands behind his back, tidied his sleeves, and his gaze shifted from deep and imposing to tranquil and clear, withdrawing all traces of killing intent.

The youth eyed Mo Hua carefully, realizing that the strange oppressive aura around him, along with the unsettling sense of danger, had completely vanished in an instant. The realization left him somewhat shaken.

He gave Mo Hua a deep, serious look and asked solemnly:

“What Sect are you from?”

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

This youth’s words were blunt, his expression cold, and he carried an air of arrogance, lacking much in the way of manners.

Mo Hua calmly replied, “Before you inquire about someone else’s background, you should first announce your own.”

The youth froze, realizing his impoliteness. He clasped his hands and said:

“I’m an Outer Disciple of Rushing Void Sect…”

“Ling Huxiao.”

Mo Hua blinked in surprise.

Ling Huxiao?

Looking at the youth’s icy expression, he thought to himself:

So this Ling Huxiao… doesn’t seem to laugh at all…