What Is a True Weapon?

(Congratulations to the Newly Advanced Helmsman, "Ren Xing Guai"!)

Mu Fan's breathing rhythm was completely controlled by Mo Handa.

A silent light unfolded, and the arms stretched to their maximum extent.

A cold, eerie light flickered across the beam of light that stretched between the two short sticks.

The Dark Breath did not stir up any agitation, but it unexpectedly ignited a strange fighting spirit within Mu Fan.

It was an attraction of similar auras!

What exactly are the instructors' weapons?

It seemed that they sensed Mu Fan's urgency.

The two hands, covered in metal armor, suddenly trembled to the sides.

With a buzzing sound.

The emerald green beam of light actually sliced through the middle horizontally, leaving two mysterious trajectories.

Mu Fan finally saw the whole picture.

They were actually two... lightsabers emitting a faint green glow!

With nimble fingers, Mo Handa twirled the emerald green sword, creating incredibly beautiful sword flourishes.

The short stick, which was more than a meter long, was split in two, and the half-meter-long part of the stick became the hilt of a lightsaber.

There is not a single discordant element when held in the hand.

Mo Handa's voice rang out, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Kid, is this still a short stick?"

His left hand hung at his side, while the lightsaber in his right hand was pointed at Mu Fan.

The change from a short stick to two ancient-style lightsabers left Mu Fan momentarily disoriented.

That crystalline green possesses a captivating beauty.

Mu Fan stammered, "Instructor, your weapon is... a pair of swords!?"

"I never admitted that. As your instructor, how could I only have one type of weapon?"

"Come on, pick up your gun and fire at me until the magazine is empty, then your mission is complete."

Mo Handa remained in the same posture, pointing his sword at Mu Fan.

Upon first seeing the Fighter Instructor wielding those lightsabers, Mu Fan sensed an indescribable power.

"Instructor, be careful."

Mu Fan still cautiously said that the rate of fire of this Electromagnetic Rapid-Fire Rifle is more than a hundred times that of a pistol.

As the trigger was pulled, and the first bullet burst from the barrel, a barrage of bullets hurtled straight toward the cloaked figure wielding two lightsabers.

To be honest, Mu Fan harbored immense doubts about this scene.

But the moment his finger pulled the trigger...

The two lightsabers in Mo Handa's hands, which were only three meters away from him, instantly turned into a green light screen.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the long, drawn-out sound of lightsabers being swung appeared right in front of me.

Then Mu Fan heard a series of clattering sounds of metal falling.

Ten seconds.

The sound of the firing pin striking the air came from Mu Fan's hand.

Buzz~

The two beams of light flashed and returned to their original shape as two lightsabers.

Mu Fan's eyes widened!

A clearly defined arc was formed 2 meters in front of Instructor Mo Handa.

The area inside the arc is clean, while the area outside the arc is littered with bullets.

Mu Fan squatted down and picked up a small handful of scattered bullets.

The metallic sheen and heavy weight proclaim the reality of it all, even in the virtual world, it is completely in accordance with the real world.

The cuts are so neat and precise, the left and right sides are symmetrical to an outrageous degree, you could even just pick the left and right halves and put them together to form a bullet!

Mu Fan had thought that Ruan Xiongfeng's scene was the pinnacle, but when he saw what appeared in Mo Handa's hands, he was completely shocked and speechless.

"Kid, is this how you cut bullets?"

Mu Fan suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with fervent anticipation. "Instructor, how did you do that?"

"Make good use of your senses, Dark Breath is far more powerful than you imagine!" Mo Handa stretched his hands forward, the emerald light blade disappeared, and then he held two broken clubs horizontally and twisted them in the front.

With a click, it returned to its original shape as Metal Short Rod engraved with ancient patterns.

"Use your spirit, enhanced by the Dark Breath, to sense the trajectory of the bullet, and then use your muscles to control the light blade to cut it before it arrives. It's that simple." His words were as concise and plain as drinking a glass of water.

However, Mu Fan could sense from the instructor's unparalleled pride in the Dark Breath technique.

"So, does that mean other telekinetics and those with mental perception can also do this? Is that the same line of thinking they use?" Mu Fan raised a crucial question.

"They're similar in principle, but the effects are worlds apart, lacking the most fundamental driving force." Mo Handa explained calmly, seemingly unimpressed by mental perception in the human world, even though Mu Fan mentioned telekinesis.

"Will I be able to do this someday?" Mu Fan's breathing quickened.

"Can."

The two simple words, "ordinary," acted as a reassurance, instantly filling Mu Fan with fighting spirit.

"Instructor, does that mean you can teach me how to use other weapons?"

Mu Fan asked excitedly.

"Of course... no."

The two words following the drawn-out final syllable instantly poured cold water on Mu Fan.

"Why!?"

"This is just a demonstration. I will only teach you the Redemption Seven Stages in terms of Weapon Fighting. This is the Inheritance Battle Skill of my clan! I will not teach you any other Weapon Fighting until you have mastered it! Moreover... if you want to learn other weapons after you have mastered the Seventh Stage in its true form someday, you can come and find me." The Metal Short Rod spun in his palm, sometimes switching between his hands.

"After all that talk, we still can only use this stick," Mu Fan said unwillingly. "But I've only learned three levels of the Redemption Seven Stages. I'm completely clueless when it comes to other weapons. Instructor, I want to become stronger!"

"The reason I taught you those incomplete three stages is because the first three stages don't require the true form of the exclusive weapon. Want to become stronger? Then go to the depths of the starry sky and find the Fei Lei. When you find the Fei Lei, I will make you understand everything."

Exclusive weapon?

Mu Fan stared intently at the short stick in the other person's hand, which was spinning with two ends tinged with a faint green color.

Instructor, you said these two lightsabers aren't real weapons, so what is your real weapon?!

Seeing the longing in Mu Fan's eyes, Mo Handa did not explain further; this was also a way to test a person's character.

A true martial artist remains unmoved by external factors, stays true to their principles, and forges ahead with unwavering will!

Mu Fan took one last look, no longer fixated on the fleetingly stunning weapon, and bowed sincerely, "Thank you, Instructor, for setting a goal for me. Your example will be the direction I take on my martial arts journey!"

"What I just said about strength and speed was merely a demonstration. I won't change your weapon for you. There is no end to the pursuit of martial arts; mastering a particular branch to its extreme is the path to greatness. I'll only tell you two requirements for strength and speed training."

"Single stick chopping, with a weight placed on the top, then walk into the Gravity Training Room and push it to your limit, chopping 100,000 times."

"I'll share the information about the Flexible Weighted Suit with Black later, and Black will give it to you. Wear it for all your daily training until you can no longer feel its weight, then take it off."

"These two are my basic requirements; the rest of the training and development is up to you. I look forward to seeing your changes! The day you find the Fei Lei will be the day of your transformation."

Mo Handa tossed the short stick in his hand into the air, and with a flutter of his cloak, strode toward Mu Fan.

"Regarding the techniques, I only mentioned Weapon Fighting, not physical combat. Since you asked, I will impart to you the purest combat insights I've gained from seventy-four years of fighting."

With his right hand outstretched and his palm gleaming with metallic luster, he reached straight for Mu Fan's head. The power, strength, and speed of his hand left Mu Fan no chance to dodge, and he was immediately pinned down and forced to kneel on the ground.

A weathered voice came from beneath the cloak. "I have named these insights—the Six Forms."

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