C335 Comprehension of Death!(2)

When he appeared in the ring, the blood-red dagger was held defensively in front of him. At the same time, he seemed to blur into a shadow, retreating about ten feet.

You had to admit, Zhan Bugui, one of the four great talents, was indeed impressive. Just now, his retreating technique was extraordinary, far surpassing Woo Zhengyang's "Floating Light Step." This was likely his ace in the hole, allowing him to succeed in surprise attacks time and again.

However, after he stepped back, he noticed Moh Lunhui standing there, not launching an attack.

"What do you mean by this?" Zhan Bugui asked, his question ambiguous.

Moh Lunhui showed no intention of responding, standing still, his eyes fixed on the dagger in Zhan Bugui's hand.

"Why did you suddenly challenge me?" Seeing no response, Zhan Bugui continued to press.

Moh Lunhui remained motionless, his gaze seemingly locked on the dagger.

Zhan Bugui moved slightly to the side, and Moh Lunhui's eyes followed, yet he still didn't speak or make a move.

"Why didn't you strike just now? Are you worried you can't take me down in one hit?" Zhan Bugui kept moving and questioning.

Moh Lunhui, as always, didn't answer or make a move, just kept his eyes on the dagger.

"See? There are plenty of people who like to ask questions as much as I do! And his questions are even more pointless than mine!" Tang Xiaoyue remarked, self-aware, seeing a reflection of herself in Zhan Bugui.

"No... his questions are more useful than yours!" Woo Zhengyang chuckled.

"Useful? How come I didn't notice?" Tang Xiaoyue scoffed.

"His questions are actually a tactic to unsettle his opponent's mind, preparing for a sneak attack!" This time, it was Qian Banruo who answered Tang Xiaoyue.

On the stage, Zhan Bugui seemed to wander aimlessly, asking Moh Lunhui all sorts of questions. But if you paid close attention, you'd see that every movement and question was perfectly timed. As soon as his opponent answered or got distracted, or even showed a hint of impatience, Zhan Bugui's dagger would be at their throat.

"Too bad for him, he's up against Moh Lunhui!" Woo Zhengyang chimed in.

Moh Lunhui's mental fortitude was too strong to be easily swayed by Zhan Bugui, so he said nothing, keeping his eyes fixed on Zhan Bugui's dagger.

However, there was one thing Woo Zhengyang found puzzling. Why had Moh Lunhui suddenly changed his strategy to challenge Zhan Bugui? And judging by his actions, he wasn't planning to make the first move; instead, he was waiting for Zhan Bugui to strike, which was unlike his usual style.

"You keep staring at my Blood Moon Dagger. Do you want it? How about we make a deal? I'm not greedy. Just leave me the second place, and after the Heavenly Martial Dao Discussing Great Association ends, I'll hand over the Blood Moon Dagger to you. How about it?"

Patience is essential for a successful ambush, and Zhan Bugui, being one of the best, knew this well. Even though he was aware that Moh Lunhui might not answer, and perhaps had already seen through his intentions, Zhan Bugui kept asking persistently.

"Are you honing your sword force? What's the method to grasp the Martial Dao Concept and forge the will of martial arts?"

Zhan Bugui's patience was immense, though many spectators were growing restless. Suddenly, Moh Lunhui spoke up.

"Death!"

Moh Lunhui's sudden response caught everyone off guard. Didn't he realize Zhan Bugui was looking for an opening?

While everyone was momentarily stunned, Zhan Bugui wasn't. He had been waiting for this moment and wouldn't let it slip by. As soon as Moh Lunhui began to speak, Zhan Bugui made his move.

His unique movement technique reappeared. Just as Moh Lunhui uttered the first word, Zhan Bugui transformed into a blur, appearing at Moh Lunhui's side.

The blood-red Blood Moon Dagger, usually so glaring, seemed to vanish at that moment. Only when the spectators strained their eyes did they locate the dagger.

To them, the Blood Moon Dagger was now just a barely perceptible red line at Moh Lunhui's throat.

Zhan Bugui's movement and attack techniques could be summed up in one word: fast!

So fast you can't see it, so swift you can't evade it, and by the time death comes, he's already vanished without a trace.

Even Moh Lunhui seemed caught off guard. As the Blood Moon Dagger aimed for his throat, he stood motionless, as if he hadn't realized what was happening. The long sword, which had ended countless lives, still dangled casually in his hand.

Witnessing this, everyone watching widened their eyes in disbelief.

Was the legendary Moh Lunhui about to face the consequences of his actions? Could Zhan Bugui's ambush really be this powerful? It only took two words from Moh Lunhui, and the sneak attack seemed successful.

"Death!"

Were these two words from Moh Lunhui about to become a reality?

A sudden, crisp sound echoed.

In the next moment, everyone saw that Moh Lunhui's sword, which had seemed completely still, was now raised with one hand, perfectly blocking Zhan Bugui's Blood Moon Dagger.

The sharp sound was the result of their weapons clashing.