Fantasy: One Effort, Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit Harvest!

Chapter 17: I Can Make Countless Mistakes, But You Only Get One!

“True Aperture realm… seventh stage?”

Luo Mu was momentarily stunned.

He hadn’t expected to encounter a demonic martial artist of such a level at the periphery of the stronghold.

But soon, a knowing smile appeared on his face.

He hadn’t ventured into the depths of the stronghold.

Instead, he encountered him on the outskirts.

Among the academy’s rewards, only the killing of True Aperture realm demonic martial artists would grant contribution points.

The stronger the True Aperture demonic artist, the greater the reward.

The newcomer’s gaze swept over the entire alley.

He hadn’t expected so many to be dead.

Then his gaze fell upon Luo Mu.

Though he was only at the second stage, the killing aura that enveloped him made the newcomer pause.

“Since when did the disciples of the Changle outer academy have such strength?”

The demonic artist, Mosha, spoke slowly.

His eyes gradually turned cold.

He had left the stronghold briefly to handle some matters, believing his elder brother could deal with those academy disciples.

Besides, there was also an elder present.

Yet on his way back, he stumbled upon this scene.

“Kid, what’s your name?”

Mosha lifted his short sword slightly, like a hunter appraising his prey.

Swish!

However, his response was a flash of blade light as bright as snow.

It illuminated the dark alley!

Mosha dodged abruptly.

A huge gash had appeared where he stood just moments ago.

His pupils contracted. If he hadn’t evaded, he would have been split in two!

“Good reflexes!”

A calm voice.

Mosha looked up sharply and met a pair of eyes devoid of emotion!

And then, a barrage of blade light!

Like the Milky Way pouring down!

Surrounding him from all directions!

Mosha felt a tingling on his scalp.

At that moment, he finally understood why this person, despite only being at the second stage, could kill so many people!

This blade technique… it was beyond ordinary comprehension!

Its power was at least at the mid-grade level!

It could already threaten martial artists of the seventh or eighth stage of the True Aperture realm!

“Quick!”

Mosha’s body blurred, leaving only an afterimage.

Luo Mu’s blade missed him!

But Luo Mu was like a shadow attached to his bones, following instantly, always keeping a mere inch away from him!

“This guy’s combat experience is incredible!”

Mosha felt like he was facing a monster.

He had killed Changle academy disciples before, but none had ever pressured him this much!

“The strength of this person is not something an ordinary demonic martial artist can possess!”

A smile tugged at the corner of Luo Mu’s mouth, and a gleam of excitement shone in his eyes.

Since arriving at the stronghold.

No one had been able to withstand a single blow from him!

But this person had repeatedly dodged, clearly possessing excellent movement techniques.

“Interesting!”

Luo Mu’s battle intent surged.

Up to now, he hadn’t met anyone who could force him to reveal his full strength. He hoped this person could!

“Head-on confrontation isn’t possible. I’ll need to find an opportunity to strike from the shadows!”

Mosha wielded a short sword in each hand.

His eyes were filled with venom and malice.

The direction of his cultivation focused on movement and stealth; direct confrontation wasn’t his style.

Almost as soon as the thought formed.

Mosha seemed to merge with the darkness.

In Luo Mu’s vision… he disappeared!

And the surrounding darkness became like a lake, surging toward Luo Mu, threatening to engulf him.

“Is this… Shadow Demonic Art?”

Luo Mu raised his eyebrows slightly.

He remembered from his martial arts class that the instructor had discussed some classic demonic arts.

Shadow Demonic Art was one of the major types.

Most who practised this demonic art were skilled in assassination.

Whoosh!

Silent and soundless.

Mosha emerged from the darkness, reappearing behind Luo Mu.

“Die!”

Mosha’s twin short swords crossed, slashing at Luo Mu’s neck at lightning speed.

Luo Mu remained motionless.

For a split second, Mosha imagined seeing Luo Mu’s head roll to the ground.

But in the next instant!

Clang!

Sparks flew!

The short swords hadn’t even touched Luo Mu’s skin before they were blocked by a solid wall of energy!

Mosha froze, his pupils constricted, and every hair on his body stood on end.

His face filled with disbelief.

He couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing!

That was… Qi!

A martial artist only at the second stage possessing such an impressive blade technique was one thing!

But how did he have such a terrifying physical body?!

Qi!

That required training with a mid-grade Profound Body Refinement technique to achieve!

And with Qi, no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn’t even be able to leave a scratch on Luo Mu.

“Monster…”

Mosha felt a hollow emptiness in his chest.

And in that very moment of weakness, Luo Mu seized his arm.

“It’s over!”

Mosha’s face turned ashen.

“Correct answer.”

Luo Mu turned, looked at him, and smiled slightly.

Swish!

A blade flashed like snow!

It sliced across Mosha’s waist.

Clatter!

In an instant, bright red blood and internal organs spilled onto the ground.

“You… will all… die… here!”

Mosha coughed up blood, his eyes filled with malice.

“Too much talking.”

Luo Mu chopped off his head and tied it to his waist.

“Good thing I trained in the Xuan Yang Overlord Body Technique.”

Luo Mu exhaled lightly.

The Deathless Blade Canon was powerful, but against such slippery opponents, it was useless.

In the end, it was his physical body that made the difference.

When your body is strong enough, you don’t fear anything.

I can make countless mistakes, but you only get one!

Ding!

“You have used the Deathless Blade Canon in battle and triggered a critical strike, yielding an eightyfold reward!”

A notification sounded.

Suddenly, a flood of insight surged into his mind.

The blade energy in his body also began to increase, surpassing sixty strands.

“Eightyfold… not bad!”

Luo Mu discarded the long blade in his hand, which was now riddled with nicks, and casually picked up another one.

Maintaining this high rate of critical strikes.

He was confident that by the end of today, he would have mastered the Deathless Blade Canon to perfection!

“It’s been a while, and there’s still no signal flare. Could something have gone wrong?”

Luo Mu looked toward the depths of the stronghold.

By all rights, dealing with a seventh-stage True Aperture demonic martial artist shouldn’t have been difficult for Cheng Qingman and the others.

Yet there had been no movement.

Additionally, a seventh-stage demonic artist had appeared at the periphery of the stronghold.

This was beyond the intelligence reports.

“Better go check it out.”

Luo Mu sheathed his blade.