Mo Lin swung his sword down at Mo Jia's head. Mo Jia raised his sword horizontally and gave it a hard push, easily forcing Mo Lin back. Mo Lin did not stop attacking. With a twist of his wrist, he slashed toward Mo Jia's lower abdomen. Mo Jia appeared not to have had time to react, yet at the last moment, he lightly leaped over Mo Lin and landed steadily behind him. As he landed, Mo Jia used the momentum to crouch and thrust his sword at Mo Lin's calves. Mo Lin swiftly turned, lifting his sword from below to knock Mo Jia's blade aside. However, Mo Jia's sword abruptly changed direction in midair and swept toward Mo Lin's neck, finally stopping before it. One inch farther, and it would have touched Mo Lin's skin.
"Alright, that's enough for today!"
Mo Jia sheathed his sword.
Over the past year and a half, Mo Lin had made remarkable progress in weapon techniques due to his solid foundation. But compared to Mo Jia, who had trained for thirty years, he was still far too green. Mo Jia had always sparred with Mo Lin as though he were playing around—perhaps it did not even count as play to him. He probably felt that he had merely jumped a few times and swung his sword a few times before Mo Lin was knocked flat.
After sheathing his sword, Mo Lin also put away all the weapons laid out on the ground.
"Are we setting off?" Mo Jia asked upon seeing what Mo Lin was doing.
Mo Lin nodded.
"More or less. I left Soul Beast Island shortly before turning fifteen, and that was when we made the four-year agreement. My Soul Power should now be equivalent to level sixty-eight. Going back to fulfill the