The opening was going well, and everything was under control.
However, he now found that he seemed to have fallen into an awkward state. Relying on his strength to win was certainly not a problem, but trying to gain experience truly didn't work anymore, as there was nothing left to gain.
Master Mahali and the little ghost's coordination was getting better and smoother by the minute. Master Mahali didn't even need to control it; during combat, the little ghost could spot an opportunity and directly launch a sneak attack at Chen Mo's lower vital areas.
What was particularly annoying about this little ghost was that this damn thing definitely hadn't learned anything good in the past, and most of its targets were aimed right at Chen Mo's middle!
Moreover, the little ghost's defense was truly speechless. Even after Chen Mo infused his True Essence into the Onimaru and slashed the little ghost in half, it could still recover.
Multiple slashes, multiple recoveries, endless and unceasing!
This damn thing was like absurdity opening the door for absurdity—it had reached the absolute peak of absurdity!
The blade techniques were only those few moves, used back and forth over and over again. The enemy in front of him probably even recognized the blade techniques he was using.
Forget it, enough playing around! Cards on the table: he would definitely not learn any more blade techniques, nor would he learn any more combat experience. Now, it was time to show his true skills!
Chen Mo executed a direct spin, the Onimaru cutting through the air at a downward angle to force the little ghost behind him back. Then he whirled around with a single slash, forcing the charging Mahali back and putting some distance between them!
How could an old fox like Master Mahali