15: Chapter 15 "Do You Need a Reason to Kill in a Game?" Wind Blade Technique!

'Yeah.'

Mo Bai's heart leaped with joy.

'One hand can't possibly beat two hands no matter what.

This directly doubles the speed.'

Before the words even finished, he ran back to his hut without hesitation.

By now, the hut had extended beyond the mouth of the cave, with a wall built outside, and plans were in place to build it up into a small house.

This hut alone had taken Mo Bai a lot of time, no wonder Ye Qing had mistaken him for a casual player.

Normal players wouldn't spend so much time during the early server launch period fiddling with things of little practical value. Even if living in the wild, they'd only care about safety, then focus on gaining experience points, leveling up, and seizing the game's early advantages as fast as possible.

Passing through the wall's gate, he entered the room inside the cave, took out ten wolf fangs, and directly bound them to his ten fingers.

After guiding wind element into them with his Spiritual Power, Mo Bai took a deep breath, recalling the precise locations of the Wind Blade Technique's fifteen Spell Nodes in his mind.

Immediately, his Spiritual Power stopped taking the lead, merely guiding the wind element within the wolf fangs to be released.

His ten fingers jabbed out, the wind element was released, and his Spiritual Power solidified it.

Instantly, ten Spell Nodes formed, faster by more than just a little.

'Yes, that's it.'

Mo Bai felt a surge of delight.

'It's just that if the two hands are separate, the Spell Nodes are prone to misalignment; the moving wrists deform too easily.

The two hands should support each other, and the fingers are best restrained together...'

He pondered slightly, brought his hands together, then his slender fingers interlaced, supported each other, adjusted bit by bit, positioning the wolf fangs on his ten fingers according to the relative positions of the Wind Blade Technique's Spell Nodes, and then jabbed.

'Hum!'

wind element was released, Spiritual Power solidified it, instantly forming ten perfectly positioned Spell Nodes.

Immediately, Mo Bai adjusted his fingers again, retracting some, with five interwoven and overlapping fingers corresponding to the final five Spell Nodes, then extended them.

'Hum.'

The final five nodes solidified!

'Hmm.'

Mo Bai pondered slightly, dispersing the fifteen Spell Nodes.

'The hands' range of motion shouldn't be too large; it's best to press them directly against the waist.

This way, with no range of motion, the relative positioning for the two solidifications of the Spell Nodes becomes more precise and faster.'

As soon as the words fell, his ten fingers came together, instantly interweaving and overlapping. The forward jabbing motion was canceled; as soon as the corresponding movements were completed, his Spiritual Power had already guided out the wind element within and solidified it.

During this, his fingers hardly paused at all, directly retracting, then interweaving and folding again to complete the corresponding movements for the final five nodes.

Fifteen standard Spell Nodes.

'Then, the mana pathway.'

A slight smile curled at the corner of Mo Bai's mouth. In his mind, the ink box spun rapidly, directly deducing the optimal finger movement sequence and mana pathway construction sequence based on the previous experiments.

After just a brief pause, the fingers of both hands instantly moved, the wolf fangs tracing the pattern of the mana pathway in the air.

His Spiritual Power only needed to perform the simplest element release and solidification, with no difficulty whatsoever.

In an instant, the Magic Spell Model formed, and a Wind Blade materialized!

'Whoosh!'

A rock five meters away was instantly split in two by the Wind Blade.

The Wind Blade's density was noticeably higher than before.

'Perfect!'

At this moment, Mo Bai's fingers didn't pause in the slightest. His ten fingers rapidly interwove and overlapped, instantly committing the two Spell Node actions and five mana pathway construction actions to memory.

'One to two actions per second, seven actions total, three seconds!

Whereas originally, constructing the Magic Spell Model purely with Spiritual Power took ten seconds.'

'If I can prepare the Elemental Power in advance, then my Wind Blade Technique is completely viable for practical combat.'

Mo Bai murmured softly. Without hesitation, he immediately continued his training.

The ten fingers of his two hands danced incessantly, forming seals, almost leaving afterimages in the air.

He now wanted to train these seven hand seals into instinct, to be able to rely on muscle memory to complete the Wind Blade Technique's seal formations under any circumstances, even if his mind went blank.

If he could increase the speed further, achieving more than three seals per second, then the practical significance of a two-second cast would be even greater.

'Two seconds and three seconds, that's a fifty percent difference.

I need to be even faster.'

Mo Bai practiced rapidly. Just then, he detected another faint disturbance.

'Another player coming?'

'But what's with this stealth approach?'

Mo Bai frowned. The disturbance he detected was very light and faint, like a leopard stalking its prey, utterly silent.

For wild animals, this might be instinct, but for a player, it was aggressive.

'But the target probably isn't me; I haven't made any enemies.'

By tracking the direction of this disturbance's approach, Mo Bai realized this person hadn't spotted him. Their trajectory overlapped highly with Ye Qing's earlier path.

'This person is probably following Ye Qing. None of my business.'

Even so, Mo Bai still gathered some wind element from the environment and stored it in his crystal core, fully replenishing what he had consumed during practice.

This wind element was enough for Mo Bai to cast the Wind Blade Technique three times.

Just in case.

After all, anyone following Ye Qing's path would inevitably discover him.

'Huh? He's spotted me, but what does it mean that he's walking straight towards me?'

Mo Bai continued forming seals with both hands while looking in the direction of this player.

'Didn't expect to find another casual player here.

Brother, meeting me is your bad luck. Remember, my name is Wang Zhan, Zhan as in war god.'

Wang Zhan, who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen, spoke arrogantly as soon as he approached.

'Huh?'

Mo Bai slightly furrowed his brows, his hands never stopping their seal formations.

'What do you mean by that? What bad luck?'

'Being killed by me, of course that's bad luck.'

'Huh? Why kill me? We don't know each other, right? No feud, no hatred.'

Mo Bai couldn't help but frown, carefully thinking back. He truly didn't know this Wang Zhan.

'Don't know you, but is killing someone in a game strange?

I'm not killing anyone in real life.'

Wang Zhan said as if it were the most natural thing.

Hearing this, Mo Bai fell silent.

What was this feeling of being both absurd and reasonable?

Yeah, do you need a reason to kill someone in a game?

In some games, killing on sight is perfectly normal.

'Oh, still forming seals? Didn't expect you to look pretty old but still be quite childlike.'

Wang Zhan walked closer to Mo Bai with a grin, a Dagger dancing swiftly between his fingers. His walking posture clearly indicated he was ready to strike.

Hearing this, Mo Bai's face darkened.

'I'm old? I'm only twenty-six!'

'Oh, a grandpa from the post-2000s...'

Before Wang Zhan could finish, he saw Mo Bai's darkened face and the near-afterimages left by his rapidly interweaving, overlapping seal-forming hands.

Just as he was about to mock, the next moment, a Wind Blade materialized out of thin air, causing his eyes to widen instantly.

'Screw you and your 'grandpa'.'

'Whoosh!'

Instantly, Wang Zhan instinctively performed an awkward tumble, barely dodging the Wind Blade.

The residual gust scratched bloody lines across his face. He glanced back at the huge crack on the ground, instantly breaking into a cold sweat, his heart filled with lingering fear.

But before he could say anything, he noticed Mo Bai was still forming seals, a moment of stunned disbelief.

Another Wind Blade shot through the air.

'Whoosh!'

'What the hell!'

But before Wang Zhan's words finished, yet another Wind Blade appeared out of nowhere, instantly locking down his dodging space.

'Whoosh!'

'Whoosh!'

'You have died.'