Chapter 122: Chapter 116 Mist Part 1 Chapter 122: Chapter 116 Mist Part 1 Slowly sheathing his longsword, Lin Fei would always feel an illusion of merging with the sword after practicing Sword Eye, leaving his body cold, and his emotions instantly dropping to zero. This feeling made him particularly addicted.

In the darkness of the Quiet Room, Lin Fei’s body emitted blue-glowing smoke, lingering and filling the air as if something inside him was perpetually burning.

Moments later, the strangeness on his body gradually weakened and disappeared. The blue smoke slowly dispersed into the air. The room returned to an environment of complete darkness.

“It should be three o’clock,” he murmured. It was about time to go there. Recently, he had found his sense of time increasingly sharp—his biological clock was as accurate as a stopwatch, rarely off.

Picking up the towel resting on the nearby sword stand, he walked to the door solely by memory.

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“Hurry! Hurry up!” Wang Chunli was desperately moving along the second-floor corridor, supporting Chen Jing.

Behind them, the crisp sound of footsteps, with a slight echo, seemed to strike their hearts directly. Each sound made them shudder.

They ran frantically, passing room after room.

The First Sword Room, the Second Sword Room, the Third Sword Room…

Barely making it around a corner, Wang Chunli could no longer hold up and fell to the ground. Her head hit a room’s door heavily, with a bang!

Her eyes rolled back as she almost passed out. Chen Jing rolled to the ground, her face as white as paper.

The door above bore a clear label: Regular Sword Room.

Inside the Regular Sword Room

Xu Ruoruo was explaining and answering queries to a group of newcomers while also introducing the basics of swordsmanship. That was her job. Initially, a specialist was responsible for bringing visitors over, while she handled explanations regarding questions on swordsmanship and occasionally demonstrated real swordsmanship to the learners. Of course, here swordsmanship was merely ceremonial sword moves—it looked very sharp but was weak in combat effectiveness. Such moves were easy to perform.

“This place is purely for training in swordsmanship, not the superficial kinds but truly effective combat sword techniques,” Xu Ruoruo dutifully explained. “Usually, to see if a martial arts technique has practical significance, we look at its lethality and how it can handle sudden attacks in everyday life. After all, sports like boxing and Taekwondo are more about competition, while standard self-defense techniques are highly convenient. And for actual combat sword techniques, you all must have no doubts about their lethality, right?”

“What you say makes sense. But since you mentioned that this is a place for training actual combat swordsmanship, it’s not like we can always carry a longsword around in our daily life, can we?” a freckled girl asked.

“True, carrying a sword does feel very cool,” another visitor, a man, laughed. The other visitors also laughed.

“This point you’ve mentioned is crucial,” Xu Ruoruo, who had already considered this in advance based on Lin Fei’s suggestions and her discussions with her master, concluded an important point.

“We can’t carry swords in our daily lives. However, a significant difference between actual combat swordsmanship and ornamental moves is that practicing actual combat swordsmanship effectively consolidates a person’s Essence Qi and spirit, helping to gather all of a person’s energy and enhance mental concentration. It offers excellent vigilance against sudden attacks from behind. Even though we can’t carry swords, actual combat swordsmanship is also very beneficial for personal cultivation.”

Zhou Tingting, mingled among the visitors, was intently staring at Xu Ruoruo.

“But isn’t it illegal to carry controlled knives?” another visitor asked with a smile.

“Our swords are made in full compliance with national regulations on controlled knives. Martial arts weapons without a sharpened edge and with a tip radius of curvature greater than 2.5 millimeters are not considered controlled knives,” Xu Ruoruo explained, taking a regulation longsword from the nearby rack, gently pulling it out, and showing the unsharpened blade to everyone. “As you can see, the edges are blunt.”

Zhou Tingting came forward, touched the blade lightly, feeling its icy chill.

“It seems there’s also oil on it?”

Xu Ruoruo looked at her, nodding, “Yes, it’s protective oil, specially used to prevent rust.”

Zhou Tingting nodded in understanding.

“Then could you demonstrate the power of actual combat swordsmanship for us?”

“Of course,” Xu Ruoruo smiled, “We’re just about to prepare a promotional video. Come along.” She led them to the door of the Regular Sword Room, which was empty.

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Wang Chunli struggled to help Chen Jing up. The latter gave her a grateful look. But only she knew that the reason she didn’t give up on Chen Jing was that having more people around made her feel safer. She always felt unsafe about her surroundings. Only by having someone like herself beside her could she feel that she was not alone.

“What… what do we do now?” Chen Jing asked nervously, staring down the corridor behind them. Fearing the red boots would catch up again.

“It seems like we’ve shaken it off?” Wang Chunli said hurriedly, looking left and right, “Let’s find a place to hide first.”

She looked forward at the rooms ahead, and a room at the very end with a heavily fortified door caught her eye. The doorplate clearly marked: Special Quiet Room.

“Let’s go there!” she pointed to that room.

Chen Jing nodded slightly, feeling that even speaking was an effort now.

The two helped each other along, striding quickly towards the end of the corridor.

Time ticked by, second by second, as they drew closer and closer to the end of the corridor.

“Tap…”

Suddenly, the sound of boots on the floor echoed behind them again.

“Quick!!!” Wang Chunli, summoning strength from nowhere, suddenly dragged Chen Jing forward. The latter did her best to cooperate, and they finally collapsed in front of the Quiet Room.

Click!

The door was abruptly opened.

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Click…

Lin Fei, with an indifferent expression, walked out of the Quiet Room.

“Hmm?” For a moment, he thought he saw everything outside engulfed in dense fog. Upon closer inspection, nothing had changed; there was no fog at all.

He gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from the hallway, but they stopped abruptly.

Lin Fei, who had been wiping his forehead with his eyes closed, immediately removed his hand, yet there was no one around him.

“Is it an illusion?” he murmured.

Suddenly, he slowly turned towards the direction of the staircase.

In the haze, a petite shadow slowly walked through the corridor.

Lin Fei’s True Force suddenly surged at full speed throughout his body.

Suddenly, a desire that welled up from the depths of his heart spread throughout his body.

It was just like the first time, in the forest where he had fiercely battled Sun Chengbin, the feeling of sudden release from the usual suppression completely filled Lin Fei’s spirit.

This was the feeling…

Lin Fei slightly narrowed his eyes.

“It turns out I really crave battle…” a slight smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Surrounded by the hazy fog, people like Yuan Yonglong who were previously there seemed to have vanished in an instant. Only he remained.

Alone in such fog.

To be more precise…

Lin Fei carefully savored the feeling of enjoyment surging from his heart.

“Life only feels truly real at the edge of life and death.”

He could feel it.

In the thick fog, his Life Flame blazed like the largest torch, burning wildly. This was the light of life!!

The closer the unseen danger approached, the stronger the trace of madness in his heart became.

Red boots giggled as they walked towards Lin Fei. Emanations of a gray, evil aura constantly radiated from them, forming a hazy and enormous ghostly face.

Lin Fei grinned fiercely, his hand on the hilt of his sword, standing still as if he had been waiting for the opponent from the start.

The distance between them rapidly closed.