“A severed arm?”
Li Moran raised an eyebrow.
She had seen this scene before, back when she was defeated by Genichiro for the first time.
After being defeated by Genichiro, Wolf’s left arm would be severed. He would then pass out from excessive blood loss, only to be found and fitted with a prosthetic arm by the Sculptor. That was how the rest of the story began.
Now that Genichiro had been defeated by her, Wolf’s arm should not have been severed in the first place…
But after Zhong Yi pointed it out, Li Moran glanced around with a strange look on her face. Somehow, everything felt a little off.
The next moment, the illusion transitioned into a cutscene.
“Urgh… ah!”
Genichiro, clutching his wounded chest with a pained expression, collapsed to the ground.
“Wolf… Wolf!”
Kuro’s voice suddenly rang out from behind him. A shuriken carrying murderous intent tore through the air and shot toward Wolf.
Clang! Clang!
Without even thinking, Wolf turned around and knocked the incoming projectile out of the air with his sword. He was just about to rush to Kuro’s aid—
when Genichiro suddenly sprang to his feet behind him.
Moving as fast as lightning, he caught Wolf off guard and brought his blade down, severing Wolf’s left arm clean off.
Just as in the defeat scene, Wolf clutched his badly bleeding stump and collapsed in agony, gradually losing consciousness…
The live comments exploded.
【???】
【What the hell? You lose your arm even when you win??】
【Genichiro has absolutely no honor!!】
【Genichiro? More like Trashichiro!】
【You know, is it possible… that Zhong’s jinx actually cursed him?】
【??? How is this my fault???】
【No, no, no. This plot was definitely designed by Old Demon Lu ahead of time… Old Demon Lu is just too shameless!】
【To be fair, Old Demon Lu really is shameless, and Zhong really is a jinx.】
…
…
Infinite Sword Sect, Infinite Sword Domain.
The cultivators on the viewing platform erupted into an uproar.
Some marveled at Li Moran’s unparalleled swordsmanship. Others lamented Genichiro’s lack of honor, while still others secretly badmouthed Lu Ze for being far too shameless…
But their evaluation of Sekiro’s illusion had already undergone a complete transformation from when it first began.
“The exchange between True Disciple Li and Genichiro was truly exhilarating!”
“Cut off from cultivation and swordsmanship, facing such a powerful opponent is precisely how one pushes beyond one’s limits!”
“True Disciple Li’s sword techniques may appear simple, but they embody the principle of simplifying complexity and using swordsmanship to its utmost potential!”
“Genichiro is impressive as well! Every move he makes already carries the rudiments of sword intent… It’s just a pity that his world has neither spiritual roots nor spiritual energy. Otherwise, he would surely have become a great master of the sword!”
“This illusion is no simple matter… Truly no simple matter!”
…
Amid the crowd, only one person wore an extremely ugly expression.
That person was Chen Yuan, the Great Elder of the Infinite Sword Sect.
At the beginning, he had accused Lu Ze of deliberately creating an unbeatable Genichiro to make things difficult for the cultivators. Lu Ze had responded by promising that someone would defeat Genichiro within three days.
Who could have expected that on the very first day, Li Moran would defeat him using nothing but Wolf in his initial state?
“Well, Elder Chen? I didn’t lie to you, did I? Every enemy in this illusion can be defeated.”
Lu Ze walked over with a beaming smile.
Chen Yuan’s expression grew even more unpleasant.
He had originally believed that, under all those restrictions, he was certain to win their wager.
Now, however, it seemed that he had fallen right into Lu Ze’s trap.
And if he lost, the Three Tribulations Sword Art he had put up as the wager would fall into Lu Ze’s hands. The thought made him increasingly unwilling to accept defeat.
“You and True Disciple Li are both members of the Lingxiao Sect. Perhaps you secretly taught her how to clear the illusion and let her take a shortcut?”
Chen Yuan replied with displeasure.
His words immediately provoked the surrounding cultivators.
“Elder Chen, you should be careful with your words! We’ve been watching here for an entire day and night. True Disciple Li worked her way through it one move at a time!”
“Exactly! Her improvement was visible to the naked eye, built up through repeated failures… How can you call that taking a shortcut?”
“Even if someone told me the strategy, I doubt I could pull it off… This is purely a matter of individual talent!”
…
Hearing the surrounding cultivators speak up in Li Moran’s defense, the smile on Lu Ze’s face grew even wider.
“As for the so-called strategy, I told it not only to Senior Sister Li, but to every cultivator in the illusion… especially you, Elder Chen.”
Lu Ze spread his hands helplessly.
“This is attack, and this is defense. You simply have to block Genichiro’s attacks and then kill him. That’s the strategy for fighting Genichiro.”
Recalling the comments Lu Ze had sent in the livestream chat that day, Chen Yuan’s expression darkened.
Seeing that the surrounding cultivators were becoming increasingly dissatisfied with him, Chen Yuan realized that he could not continue arguing over this subject. He hurriedly changed tack.
“Hmph! So what if he can be defeated? Don’t forget, the purpose of my Dao-Seeking Sword Ruins is to use illusions to discuss the Dao and improve everyone’s swordsmanship! How could mindlessly grinding away at basic sword techniques possibly help us improve?”
His wager with Lu Ze had four conditions.
First, cultivation had to be sealed.
Second, the illusion had to be cleared within five days.
Third, the enemies had to be killable.
Fourth, one’s swordsmanship had to improve.
The first and third conditions had already been settled. The second was looking increasingly unlikely, so Chen Yuan had no choice but to place his hopes in the fourth.
Everyone knew that Lu Ze’s illusions sealed the cultivators’ cultivation so they could play by the rules he had established.
In short, they were meant for entertainment.
To claim that one could truly improve one’s swordsmanship through the illusion was absurd.
Therefore, this was Chen Yuan’s only hope of turning the tables.
That no one could improve their strength through the illusion.
“Oh? Is that so?”
Lu Ze slowly shook his head, then leisurely turned his gaze toward the icy figure in the eastern corner.
At that very moment—
deep within the Infinite Sword Domain, in a forbidden area firmly sealed by several grand formations of the Infinite Sword Sect, a violent disturbance suddenly erupted.
The air around Li Moran gradually began to twist.
One sword cry after another rang out around her…
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