Grand Knight Passive Skills System

Murong Wu's words stunned Yu Yue. Looking at his bright eyes, Yu Yue seemed to have seen his past self.    

    

This was the unique desire of a swordsman to strengthen the sword skill. It was also the look of determination to improve one's martial arts.    

    

It was the same for himself in the past. He improved his swordsmanship in duels and improved his skills bit by bit. Finally, he became the Sword God of the generation.    

    

The conditions that Murong Wu proposed were very harsh. It could be said that it had a lot of disadvantages for him. His request was undoubtedly to let him take on the sword skill without attacking. This way, no one would agree to his request of making him at a disadvantage in the duel. However, when they looked at Murong Wu's eyes, they could not refuse it no matter what.    

    

He nodded and raised his sword in a pose.    

    

"Alright." He only said one word. But just this one word made Murong Wu brimming with energy.    

    

The crowd was in an uproar.    

    

Why did the plot change so much? Initially, they thought that they would see a world-shaking battle, but it was Murong Wu who asked for guidance in a humble manner. Could it be that the sword skills of this bandaged person were really so powerful that even the guild leader of the number one guild had to lower his stance and ask for help?    

    

The audience below the stage were mostly amateurs who did not know how to use swords. Some of them did not even know how to wield weapons. Naturally, they could not tell how powerful those few strikes were. They could only see that the bandaged person was indeed more powerful than Xiong Zheng. Other than that, there was nothing else.    

    

Only some of the powerful people present, as well as those who had the foundation to fight, could see the clues of this matter. The reason was that the sword skill unleashed by the bandaged man was truly too formidable. It was so formidable that it could not be any more powerful. It was simply a miraculous technique, and it was a breathtaking sight!    

    

In fact, the damage caused by Yu Yue was really not that great. It was just that Xiong Zheng was smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater. This level of power was something that many adventurers could produce. But the condition was that when the strength was fully displayed, the environment where the bandaged person was in was a place that was made of stone. In such a place, it was impossible to use the power provided by the Oracle Continent to the adventurers. They could only use the physical fitness of humans.    

    

After losing the power of adventurers, ordinary people might not even be able to break stones. However, the bandage man had smashed Xiong Zheng into a huge pit on the ground. The most terrifying thing was that it had smashed a hole in his indestructible golden shield. One should know that this golden shield was a real piece of equipment. Moreover, the level and quality of the equipment were not low either.    

    

Those powerful BOSSES even struggled to damage the golden shield, not to mention humans who were much weaker. However, the Bandman only relied on his physical strength to destroy the golden shield with a few sword strikes.    

    

This had completely exceeded the scope of common human understanding of strength. Furthermore, from the previous performance of the Bandman, it could be seen that his strength was not so great at all. Such a great destructive power was completely caused by sword techniques. From this, it could be seen how terrifying the sword techniques of the Bandman were.    

    

This was also the reason why Murong Wu admitted defeat on the stage.    

    

A bright silver sword suddenly appeared in Murong Wu's hand. The sword was extremely sharp, and the blade reflected a sharp light under the sun. It seemed that this light could cut people apart.    

    

He said, "My name is Murong Wu. I am a swordsman from the Mu Rong family, and I have inherited my family's sword skill. Thank you for your guidance."    

    

He didn't waste any time talking nonsense. He pulled the sword behind him, and at the same time, he lowered his center of gravity. His eyes were staring at Yu Yue.    

    

The moment he swung the sword, the smile on his face disappeared and was replaced by a unique seriousness. His eyes were glowing. At that moment, Yu Yue felt as if he was locked in a narrow cage. The handsome Murong Wu in front of him turned into a wild beast and an elegant cheetah.    

    

If an ordinary person were to encounter such a feeling, they would immediately panic. But Yu Yue was different. The materialized animal was actually a sword intent, and only those who had cultivated their sword techniques to a certain extent would be able to do so. The sword intent could only appear on their bodies when they were using the sword skill. At his level as a Sword God, if he was frightened by the sword intent... That would be a great joke.    

    

This sword intent also meant that Murong Wu was a truly powerful swordsman, but Yu Yue was not nervous or nervous. On the contrary, he was a little happy. In fact, he was half a martial arts maniac. He liked to fight with powerful people, but on Earth, basically, he wanted to be defeated alone, and basically every expert in the sword had been beaten by him once. He was really looking forward to seeing whether there would be a sword user in this world who could make him feel as if they were on par with each other.    

    

Murong Wu waved his long sword. The silver and bright sword gradually became faster and faster, turning into countless sword shadows.    

    

His moves were very good. From afar, it looked like a silver lotus had bloomed on the stage. But it was not a flower rack at all. The lotus petals were formed by countless sword shadows, filled with endless killing intent.    

    

The audience below the stage was stunned. They could not believe that after losing the ability of adventurers, This is... The crowd below the stage was stunned. They couldn't believe that after losing the ability of an adventurer, there was actually someone who could create such a powerful scene with just the sword skill. This was completely different from Yu Yue's Nine Revolutions Star Sword. Only the attacker could experience the terror of the Nine Revolutions Star Sword. However, Murong Wu's sword skill was completely different.    

    

Yu Yue, who was the closest to Murong Wu, could clearly feel the terror of this lotus flower. Although the lotus was beautiful, it was like a poisonous flower. Once it got close to it, it would be torn into pieces.    

    

The wind that was brought up by the swing of the sword kept blowing across his body, blowing against his long black robe.    

    

Yu Yue looked at the lotus blooming in front of him and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. This sword skill was really not bad. Its sword force was so sharp and forceful that people couldn't even think of getting close to it.    

    

When the bright silver lotus was dancing at the lightning speed and the sharpest and most threatening moment, a clear and clear voice suddenly sounded from within, "This sword skill is called the 'Sword Lotus'. Please teach it to me!"    

    

As soon as his voice faded, the lotus suddenly bloomed. In an instant, a fierce wind blew. All the silver petals danced in the air, turning into sword shadows that filled the sky. They blocked all the routes and attacked Yu Yue together!    

    

The man in the bandage wore a black robe and shook his hand with the purple sword. Facing the sword shadows that filled the sky, he did not retreat at all. Instead, he held the sword and turned into a sharp shadow, stabbing at the flower petals that filled the sky.    

    

"Break!"    

    

With a light shout, the sword shadows that filled the sky came to an abrupt stop. Everything seemed to have never existed. Only the two figures on the stage were real. The man in the black robe with bandages on his face stood with his sword raised. On the other side, Murong Wu had his sword pressed against his throat. He could not swing the silver sword in his hand no matter what.    

    

At this moment, the entire scene was dead silent. Everyone held their breaths. At this moment, they could even hear the sound of a needle dropping. The audience was too immersed in the battle because the battle was filled with an artistic atmosphere. It was so wonderful that they were not in the mood to talk at all.    

    

After a few seconds of pause, Murong Wu's expression became desolate. The sword in his hand turned into a shadow and disappeared.    

    

His voice was bitter.    

    

"I... lost."