Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 261 Seizing the Master's Body

The fake Lin Feng's eyes were filled with determination. He stared at the Star Blade like a hungry wolf staring at its prey. He didn't slow down at all and rushed straight towards the Star Blade.

However, just when the fake Lin Feng's hand was about to touch the Star Knife, the real Lin Feng's calm and firm voice suddenly rang out: "Star Knife, I know it's you, stop." This voice echoed in the silent white world, as if it had a power that penetrated the soul.

The fake Lin Feng froze instantly, as if under a spell. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, a mere inch away from the Star Blade. His eyes were filled with shock and confusion. He slowly turned his head and looked at the real Lin Feng, who stood not far away, watching him silently.

The fake Lin Feng's facial muscles twitched slightly, and his eyes held a hint of disbelief. After a moment, he seemed to recover from his shock and turned to the real Lin Feng, saying, "You haven't beaten me yet." There was a hint of stubbornness in his voice, his lips trembling slightly, and his eyes revealed an expression of unwillingness to be outdone.

The real Lin Feng shook his head gently, a complex expression on his face. His eyes held a hint of helplessness, yet also a comprehension of the fake Lin Feng, and more importantly, a deep-seated determination. He slowly spoke, "Does this even matter? We are comrades, not enemies." His voice was calm and gentle, like a warm current trying to melt the tense ice between them.

The fake Lin Feng's eyes grew icy. He said coldly, "It's important. If I win, you die." His eyes were filled with indifference and determination, like a bottomless pool of ice water, chilling. He unconsciously clenched his hands, leaning forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The real Lin Feng frowned, his eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement. He looked at the fake Lin Feng, trying to read more information from his expression. He asked, "Aren't you saving me?" There was a hint of confusion in his voice, and his eyes were full of the search for the truth.

The fake Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. His eyes held a cunning look, like a fox toying with its prey. He said, "I simply want a body, and yours is perfect for me. If you're willing to stay in that world, you don't have to die." His voice held a subtle allure, as if painting a beautiful picture.

Zhen Linfeng's mind conjured up images of that fake world, a place filled with beauty and tranquility. A flicker of nostalgia flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute determination. He replied, "That world is indeed beautiful, but it's all fake. I still have my mission." His voice was firm and powerful, his eyes burning with the fire of dedication to his mission.

The fake Lin Feng snorted disdainfully and said, "Without me, your mission would be over." There was a hint of contempt in his eyes. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back slightly, showing a condescending attitude.

A feeling of gratitude welled up in the real Lin Feng's heart, and he said sincerely: "Thank you for saving me, but I can't die yet." His eyes were full of sincerity and gratitude, and he bowed slightly to the fake Lin Feng to express his gratitude.

The fake Lin Feng, as if hearing a complete joke, scoffed, "If you want to stay alive, then come and defeat me." Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped the hilt of the Star Blade. His movements were swift and powerful, as if declaring his resolve to the real Lin Feng. Then, he yanked the Star Blade from the white ground.

The moment the Star Blade was drawn, a dazzling beam of light shot up into the sky. Like the blazing sun, it instantly illuminated the entire white world. A low humming sound accompanied the flickering light, as if the Star Blade were celebrating its rebirth. The fake Lin Feng held the Star Blade, its blade gleaming with an icy cold light in the reflection of the light. He pointed it directly at the real Lin Feng, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, Zhen Linfeng was struck by lightning, a sudden realization dawning on him. He realized that the Star Blade had transformed a thought deep within him into a virtual world, attempting to use it to seize his body. His brow furrowed, a look of confusion on his face. He pondered to himself, "Is there a weapon in the martial arts world that can seize a human body? This is truly unbelievable."

Seeing the real Lin Feng's confusion, the fake Lin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, as if to show off his knowledge. A hint of pride lingered in his eyes as he explained, "Weapons have their own consciousness, and mine is to seize your body and reach the pinnacle of martial arts. The pinnacle of martial arts is the limit of what humans can achieve, and to transcend humanity is to be a god. It's been a long time since a god has appeared in this world. Your body is excellent. If I could possess yours, perhaps I could become a god." His voice tinged with a desire for godhood and a desire for the real Lin Feng's body.

Zhen Linfeng's eyes were full of doubts, and he asked, "What does it take to be considered a god?" His eyes were full of curiosity about the unknown, and he leaned forward slightly, wanting to hear more clearly.

The fake Lin Feng glanced at the real Lin Feng, seeming to think he was ignorant, but still did not hide anything, and continued: "Saints are the end of you humans. If you want to break through, you can only become gods." His voice was calm and serious, as if he was telling an ancient and mysterious legend.

Zhen Linfeng seemed to understand something, his eyes becoming even more resolute, like a burning flame. He straightened his back, clenched his fists, and said firmly, "Then I cannot die. I must reach the pinnacle. I must become a saint, a god." His voice echoed in the white world, filled with an unshakable conviction.

The fake Lin Feng laughed disdainfully again when he heard the real Lin Feng's words. He said, "Don't dream. Without me, you'd be dead." His eyes were filled with mockery as he swung the Star Blade in his hand, and a cold flash of light flashed through the air.

The real Lin Feng took a deep breath and looked at the fake Lin Feng, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination. He said, "Thank you for saving me! But, I'm sorry, I can't die yet." His voice was sincere and firm, and there was no trace of retreat in his eyes.

The fake Lin Feng clenched the Star Blade in his hand, his eyes became fierce, and he said, "Come on, I'll give you a ride." He squatted slightly, making an attacking posture, ready to launch the final fatal blow to the real Lin Feng.