Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 318: Yu Xuan v/s Mo Lin [2]
"This future Young Master is not done yet!!!"
Mo Lin roared.
His body blurred.
In the next instant, the arena filled with Mo Lins.
Not illusions.
Yu Xuan’s vision sharpened as he immediately realized the truth.
Afterimages born from extreme speed.
Mo Lin wasn’t splitting himself nor were these illusions.
He was everywhere.
Now every single Mo Lin raised his sword in perfect synchronization.
First Phase — Second Technique: Disk!
Dozens no, hundreds of spinning phantom disks formed simultaneously, each radiating lethal sword intent.
They erupted forward from every direction, sealing all escape paths.
Yu Xuan didn’t retreat.
He clapped his hands once.
CLAP.
Space folded.
In a blink, Yu Xuan vanished and reappeared exactly where the real Mo Lin stood exchanging places with him.
Mo Lin’s expression darkened instantly.
"This—!"
His own attacks had lost their target and now were after him.
But Mo Lin reacted with terrifying calm.
Instead of panicking, he raised his hand.
All the phantom disks halted midair, trembled, and then fused together into a single, colossal rotating disk of annihilation.
With a sharp pull-and-release motion.
The disk launched like a slingshot.
Straight at Yu Xuan.
Yu Xuan lifted one hand.
Darkness coated his palm.
The disk struck it.
And instead of exploding it was absorbed, swallowed whole as if it had never existed.
Mo Lin stared at him.
"Aren’t you supposed to be a sword cultivator?!" he snapped, unable to hide his disbelief.
Yu Xuan smiled faintly.
"Naturally," he replied calmly.
"This Young Master is also a sword cultivator."
Then his gaze sharpened.
"But you still haven’t shown enough for me to draw my sword."
The declaration hit harder than any attack.
Mo Lin’s heartbeat thundered.
His aura exploded outward.
This time, he stopped holding back.
Even the grandmother spirit in his sword fell silent, sensing the shift.
First Phase — Third Technique: Ignition.
Mo Lin’s sword tip blazed white-hot.
Heat and pressure distorted the air itself.
The ground beneath his feet scorched and cracked as flames ignited wherever he stepped.
He moved.
Each step left behind burning footprints as he closed the distance instantly, sword descending with lethal intent.
Just before the strike landed, his technique shifted.
Second Phase — Second Technique: Flare.
Radiance erupted.
A blinding wave of sword-light swallowed Yu Xuan completely, surging outward and smashing into the surrounding formation.
The isolation barrier flickered violently before stabilizing with a low hum.
’Did I get him...?’ Mo Lin thought.
"Not bad."
Yu Xuan’s voice came from above.
Mo Lin looked up.
Yu Xuan hovered midair unscathed, robes fluttering gently, not even a trace of damage on him.
Mo Lin’s eyes widened.
"How...?"
That attack should have forced him to draw his sword.
Before he could think further.
Wooden chains erupted from the ground, binding his limbs instantly.
Mo Lin snarled and exploded with strength, tearing through the restraints.
"Are you joking with me?!" he demanded, frustration boiling over.
"You haven’t taken me seriously yet!"
Yu Xuan’s expression finally changed.
The faint amusement vanished.
"Yes, I was not taking you seriously," he said quietly.
"But not anymore."
His heart thundered.
A terrifying pure physical pressure burst forth from his body, invisible yet overwhelming. The air itself groaned as it pressed down on Mo Lin from every direction.
CRACK.
Mo Lin’s feet sank into the ground.
His body froze.
No Qi suppression.
No technique.
Just raw, absolute dominance of body.
Mo Lin’s pupils shrank as realization struck.
’This is—!’
Yu Xuan looked down at him calmly, as if gazing at a struggling child.
Mo Lin clenched his teeth.
His Qi roared within his body, flaring violently as he forced himself to move.
Crack—!
The invisible pressure shattered.
Mo Lin staggered forward, blood spraying from his lips as he coughed violently, but he remained standing.
Yu Xuan’s eyes flickered with faint approval.
"So you can still resist," he muttered.
"Good, good, good!. Then learn the despair of facing this Young Master."
His aura shifted.
Not violent.
Not oppressive.
But absolute.
[Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family] Second Form — Miracle Sword
Mo Lin’s scalp exploded with danger.
This feeling felt eerily familiar.
’This... this is like Senior Sister.’
The same sense of helpless inevitability.
Yu Xuan didn’t swing a sword.
He didn’t even draw one.
Yet—
The world screamed.
Mo Lin shut his eyes instinctively, forcing his spirit sense outward to survive.
One. Two. Five. Ten.
Twenty. Fifty.
A hundred.
Hundreds of red slashes descended simultaneously — some from above, some from behind, some cutting through space itself.
"AHHHHH!!!"
Mo Lin roared, lungs burning as he charged forward, sword dancing wildly in his hands.
He shattered as many slashes as he could, but he missed some.
Thin crimson lines appeared across his arms.
His legs.
His chest.
Blood spilled freely, soaking his robes.
But none of the wounds were fatal.
Yet every one of them screamed a single truth:
He is still behind.
From the air, Yu Xuan observed silently.
Then he raised two fingers and made a simple gesture.
Show me.
Mo Lin’s trembling stopped.
He finally understood.
Cultivation realms... were meaningless.
If one could not use their power properly, then no amount of Qi would save them.
He exhaled.
Closed his eyes.
The battlefield faded.
The pain faded.
His breathing slowed as everything he had experienced — every strike, every failure, every near-miss, aligned into a single thread.
He entered a trance.
Above him, Yu Xuan froze mid-air.
"...Damn protagonist," Yu Xuan muttered under his breath.
He could feel it.
This wasn’t luck.
This wasn’t coincidence.
This was breakthrough born from pressure.
Mo Lin’s eyes snapped open.
They shone clear, resolute, blazing with sword intent.
Yu Xuan’s instincts screamed.
’This is it.’
Mo Lin lifted his sword.
The world fell silent.
Third Phase — Third Technique: Horizon
Yu Xuan’s lips curled upward.
A Heaven-grade sword materialized in his grasp, its edge humming softly as if greeting an equal.
[Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family] Third Form — Formless Infinite Sword Slashes
The sky split.
Space fractured into countless cutting lines.
And for the first time, Yu Xuan raised his sword.
