erful techniques. It was merely a display of his powers for the people in Linzi.Such a clever person as Chongxuan would have deliberately chosen the day Jiang Wang returned to remove his divine powers...Jiang Wang had observed his opponent's thoughts and the moment the arena was formed, he transformed into a fiery meteor streaking towards them.
In Niu Hanxun's view, a meteor streaked across the vast debate stage in an instant, then transformed into a human form—a young man with unwavering eyes.
Just as he unleashed his full power to activate the Soldier-Killing Technique, his five energies within him suddenly collapsed and became chaotic. The Five Qi Strands surged outwards from inside him, binding him tightly.
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This duration wasn't long. With his current strength, he could easily suppress the internal chaos of the five qi at this level.
But while his body was recovering its freedom, he also heard the birds singing.
Chirp chirp, chirp chirp!
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No, it's not just the birds singing.
Ding dong!
Oh, woe is me!
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Knock knock!
Clank!
Bell chimes, flutes, drums, pipa, qin, zither, shu, and xiao...
Some voices were unfamiliar to him, some he knew well, but all were beautiful. They were a beauty he had never experienced before.
Eight instruments played in unison, eight sounds harmonized together.
He felt himself being torn into countless shards, broken down into different parts with each distinct voice—and as this magical technique poured forth without reservation, that sensation became a terrifying reality.
A flurry of flaming birds swarmed him, and then exploded with him.
Only the last thought was turning in his mind.
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"Good... so strong!"
Mo Zhu is a disciple of the Mohist school from Ju Cheng.
The surname "Mo" doesn't actually represent anything; it's just that many disciples of the Mohist school changed their surnames to "Mo" to demonstrate their lifelong dedication to the Mohist tradition.
Mo Zhu's parents were like this, so he naturally took the surname Mo.
There are many others like him, for example, Mo Jingyu. But that man is already a world-renowned genius, while his brother Mo Zhu is still unknown.
Many people who are unfamiliar with the Mo School often have this misconception: that it was primarily led by families surnamed Mo.
Actually, this is a misunderstanding.
Even within the Mo School, there weren't many people who were truly surnamed Mo. Many had changed their surnames. It was more similar to the dharma names taken by Taoist priests and Buddhist monks after entering a sect, but it was more relaxed, not mandatory. There were no special privileges granted within the Mo School for those with the surname Mo, nor any discrimination against those who didn't. In essence, it was simply a matter of taking refuge or finding belonging.
Mo Zhu's Moon Key was obtained in a dream. He woke up with it and had no idea how others acquired theirs, nor had he ever discussed it with anyone.
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Over the years of cultivation, his strength has become quite remarkable. In the Taixu Illusionary Realm, he ranks 73rd among those at the Tenglong stage. When traveling to neighboring countries, he rarely encountered opponents of the same realm who could surpass him. However, this is probably also related to his low-key nature; he seldom displays his true combat power in the mortal world.
Currently, the two most prevalent trends in the Mokmen's (機關) puppets are **complexification** and **gigantification**.
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While Mo Zhu had his own inclinations and choices. Representing his achievements in mechanical arts, there was only one mechanical axe.
A menacingly designed weaponized battle axe.
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Compared to tens of thousands of puppet ravens or gigantic mechanical golems that could level mountains, a mere mechanical battle axe seemed rather underwhelming.
But only Mo Zhu himself knew how much effort he had put into it.
To launch this mechanical axe into the Illusory Realm, he spent a full five hundred points of merit.
The good news is that he's now ranked in the top 100 of the Tenglong Realm. As long as he maintains this ranking, he receives a fixed amount of work as a reward every day. At the Youmai Realm, it was ten points, but at the Tenglong Realm, it’s eighty points. It's equivalent to locking in a win and reaping the rewards. —This is also a mechanism that encourages active matchmaking and combat in the Tai Xu Huan Realm.
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Holding this mechanized battle axe, Mo Zhu ascended the platform for a duel.
In front stood a handsome young man, wielding an ordinary-looking sword. It didn't seem to be a weapon from this world.
His stance is steady, his eyes are resolute, and his bearing is confident.
This is a rare formidable opponent.
Mòzhù silently analyzed the situation in his heart.
He is not a person who is used to expressing himself, but he is very clear-headed.
After countless adjustments, the handle fits his palm perfectly, with each finger in a comfortable position.
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He lightly pressed, and the axe blade extended with a slight arc.
The most remarkable feature of this weapon, the organ-powered battle axe, lies in its ingenious design. It incorporates 3,651 different axe techniques meticulously engraved within its mechanisms. This allows it to effectively counter a wide range of extreme situations.
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A famous saying in Confucianism is actually very suitable for describing the fighting style of the Mohism school——
"A gentleman's nature is not different from others, but he excels in adapting to circumstances."
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A gentleman is not fundamentally different from an ordinary person; he merely excels at utilizing tools.
Under heaven, no school surpasses the Mo School in their mastery of tools.
Members of the Mokmen believe that a mechanical puppet's reactions should always be superior to those of a living being. If they are not, then the mechanical puppet has yet to reach its full potential.
Because the mechanical puppet is constant, precise, and never makes mistakes.
As for Mo Zhu, he had immediately analyzed Jiang Wang and made the most suitable range selection.
His combat style is about controlling the overall direction while using the mechanical battle axe for specific, detailed reactions. This ensures that in any situation, he can respond optimally based on his own conditions.
This should be easy!
Though it is just a mechanical axe, at its core, it also controls and wields mechanical puppets in battle.
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He may not have sudden bursts of brilliance, but he's also unlikely to make any major mistakes. His consistent ranking of 73rd speaks volumes about his reliability and genuine skill.
And now, he is ready.
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This has nothing to do with confidence, losing stability, a puppet becomes meaningless.
Then Mo Zhu saw the young man move, his long sword unsheathed, and he was already close.
Those eyes, which were usually gentle yet resolute, instantly shifted in emotion, transforming like the vast sea.
Tremendous change, yet fierce. Sadness, yet uplifting.
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That was the look of an old man, but by no means ordinary.
That was the look of a hero, but it had grown dim with age.
That sword thrust came straight at him, simple yet encompassing all variations.
Many lives have passed, and I've seen it all.
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He was completely at a loss, his thoughts scattered. He couldn't even grasp an appropriate range of responses. He realized that the 3,651 axe techniques he had painstakingly collected through his travels were useless against this opponent!
Nevertheless, the hand-held war axe still wielded a devastating counterattack with peak power.
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Puppet automatons don't feel lost because they have no thoughts.
This is the advantage of using mechanical arts.
Even in his daze, he still caught a glimmer of determination.
But that sword still pierced his heart. As if it had never been obstructed.
His battle axe clearly swung out, yet it was as if nothing had happened.
However, he has already lost.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this" Mo Zhu wasn't a talkative person, but he asked. He was genuinely curious and wanted to know the answer.
Then he heard a clear and sonorous voice say: "The old soldier is waning."
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It's really... a fitting name.
Before leaving the platform for debate, he wanted to.
With no reservations and full force, Jiang Wang advanced all the way with great momentum.
Niu Hanxun and Mo Zhu were just one of the defeated soldiers.
Eight Notes Flame Sparrow and the Sword of Humanity allowed him to reach the top fifty with almost no resistance.
After fifty, the fighting became a bit more difficult.
When it reaches twenty, every game must be played with all your might.
As for the time it takes for the Jiantai platform to search for opponents, it is also getting longer.
Zhong Xuansheng knew his ranking in the impact of Taixu Illusionary Realm. He was honing his newly formed Sword of Humanity with masters from all walks of life, perfecting his combat system, so he tried to avoid any trouble as much as possible.
This is a rare time when there are no distractions, and I can focus all my attention on fighting in the Illusory Realm of the Void.
It also allowed him to discover secrets he had never known before.
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