Sparring Match
The next morning, Li Mo descended the mountain with practiced ease. Members of the religious group were already on their way to morning prayers. In this turbulent era, force was the only guarantee of everything. People gathered together with different beliefs, but no matter what their beliefs were, they had to survive first.
Upon arriving at the temple, Ke Su sat on the prayer mat at the entrance as always. A thin mist drifted over Holy Sight Mountain in the early morning, making him feel damp and Buddha Head had turned white. The other four disciples had already arrived and were sitting cross-legged on the steps, practicing Meditation.
This is the training of Assassin: constantly maintaining inner peace and self-control through Meditation. If a person cannot even control themselves, then they are definitely not a qualified Assassin.
The five disciples of the current generation are: the eldest brother Sheng Heng, the second Li Mo, the third brother a thin man named Zhang Qi, the fourth Ling Ge, and the last one to join the sect, a white-haired man wearing a mask named He Zhi.
Li Mo quickly sat down in his seat and began to Meditation, calming his mind. In the deep pool of his heart, which was as still as an ancient well, black mist spread, and some practical combat techniques slowly entered the depths of Li Mo's heart.
Ke Su, sitting at the door, slightly opened his eyes and looked down at Li Mo. He couldn't help but frown. Although this disciple was calm on one hand, he maintained a high fighting spirit on the other. These two things were not contradictory, which meant that Li Mo enjoyed the battle. The more intense the battle, the more happy and calm he became.
This reminded him of an old friend, someone he didn't have a good feeling about. This was why he had always had some prejudice against Li Mo. On the one hand, he felt kinship with this disciple he had raised since childhood, but on the other hand, he was afraid that he would follow in that person's footsteps, so he was particularly strict with him.
As the bell rang, the morning lessons gradually came to an end. The members of the cult looked enviously at the few disciples at the door. Each generation of Holy Assassin was carefully selected to learn the knowledge of mastering the Sky Mark. Although they could also learn various abilities and skills, they were unable to master the corresponding Sky Mark due to reasons such as unsuitable physique.
Therefore, after completing their morning prayers, most members of these religious groups could only go down the mountain to do farm work. A small number could further become formal members of the Holy Sight Mountain Temple, where they only needed to exercise every day. Only a few disciples of the masters could study the knowledge about wielding the Sky Mark.
Holy Sight Mountain has a total of five corresponding Sky Mark, so each generation of Holy Sight Mountain will have five top Assassin. Of course, for various reasons, if there are people with suitable physiques, they will also be trained to become substitutes for the Sky Mark holders.
However, in order to avoid Excitation conflicts, the substitutes will not train with the official leaders, and they may even rarely meet unless there is an emergency.
After asking each of his disciples questions, Ke Su stopped teaching. These disciples had grasped the relevant knowledge quite well and would soon be able to inherit the Sky Mark. These disciples were also intelligent and remembered the relevant knowledge very well. So Ke Su smiled and said, "Go and train, everyone."
"Please wait, Master," Li Mo suddenly said, causing Ke Su, who knew him well, to immediately frown. A feeling of irritation rose in his heart, but it quickly disappeared. The smile on his face also vanished, and he said indifferently, "What is it? Speak."
"I want to challenge Senior Brother again." Li Mo wasn't stupid; he noticed the displeasure on his master's face. But defeating Senior Brother was his lifelong obsession, and he wouldn't give up until he succeeded at least once.
"Sheng Heng, do you agree?" Ke Su turned to look at the somewhat embarrassed Sheng Heng, a surge of irritation rising in his heart. The situation where everyone could get along well, but someone always wanted to cause trouble, kept testing Ke Su's nerves. However, as a master Assassin, he had a strong grasp on his own mindset, and he quickly regained his composure.
"Then let's have a contest." Sheng Heng was a little embarrassed. When he was young, he was a bit competitive and wanted to protect his title as the eldest disciple, so he refused to lose. But when he came to understand things and realized that he had become Li Mo's obsession, it was difficult to deliberately lose. He would definitely be noticed, which would be even worse.
"Then let's have one more match, Li Mo. This is the last time you're allowed to compete, understand?" Ke Su also wanted to end things between them quickly. He would soon inherit the Sky Mark, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble.
"Understood, I'll win anyway!" Li Mo stood confidently in the center of the field.
He Zhi wasn't particularly interested in this kind of duel, so he informed Ke Su and left early. Meanwhile, the other third disciple, Zhang Qi, glanced at Ling Ge, who was still watching Li Mo closely, and said with a smile, "Junior sister, let's go. We haven't yet reported yesterday's mission to our master. Since Li Mo will lose anyway, there's no need for us to watch, right?"
"I already informed my martial uncle yesterday. And how can you be so sure that Li Mo will lose? I think he will win this time." Ling Ge pouted unhappily, glancing at the two people bowing to each other in the arena, ignoring Zhang Qi.
Zhang Qi's expression was somewhat unnatural. He looked at Li Mo in the arena with a slightly annoyed expression, and sighed inwardly. What's so good about that kid? He's just a bit better looking, a bit more dashing, and a bit stronger than me. What else does he have? He still loses every time he faces Senior Brother.
Li Mo drew his Short Blade, and three darts flew out, rushing towards Sheng Heng block his movements. He then flashed forward, also wielding his Short Blade and charging towards Sheng Heng, swinging it with all his might.
Sheng Heng was quick, even faster, drawing out Short Blade of the same type. With a flick and slash, he knocked away two darts and sent the last one flying backward, forcing Li Mo change his sword path and withdraw his strength.
Unexpectedly, Li Mo stopped walking, as if she had lost her footing, and fell forward to dodge the dart that flew back. She braced herself with her other hand on the ground, paused for a moment, and then sprang up at an even faster speed, slashing out with the Short Blade in her hand.
Li Mo with no other choice, Sheng Heng had to raise his sword to meet the attack head-on. But as soon as the two blades clashed, Sheng Heng sensed something was wrong. After successfully slashing, Sheng Heng leaned forward, and a force, like a shockwave, came from the blade. Sheng Heng immediately felt the muscles in his hand go weak, and the muscles in his right hand involuntarily spasmed and went numb, almost causing Sheng Heng to lose his grip on the sword.
Excitement flashed in Li Mo's eyes. This was a little trick transmitted by that thing. By vibrating, the force was injected into the enemy's body, causing the opponent's muscles to become unaccustomed, and in severe cases, directly causing muscle rupture. Even if the two people were of equal strength, it could temporarily paralyze the opponent.
With a successful strike, Li Mo took advantage of Sheng Heng's right hand being paralyzed, drew a dagger with his left hand, and advanced towards Sheng Heng. At the same time, he turned his right hand to grab the Short Blade and lifted it towards Sheng Heng, as if he wanted to decapitate him with one stroke.
Even Ke Su, who was sitting above, couldn't help but take it seriously. Li Mo's move just now was really good. Then Ke Su shook his head. Although it was good, it was still a bit short of defeating Sheng Heng.