Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"Your mentor? Haha... what a coincidence!" Mo Beixuan sneered, a smile that contained both reminiscence of the past and disdain for the person in front of him. "I, Mo Beixuan, was once a recognized rival in the kendo world of your Sakura Country, and the one your teacher, Nakamura Hirokazu, wanted to surpass his entire life.

"What Mo Beixuan? I've never heard the teacher mention him!" Abe Nakamichi obviously didn't believe it, and a hint of doubt and vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, a frog in a well, how could he possibly know the immensity of the world?" Mo Beixuan shook his head, his tone full of contempt for Abe Nakamichi. "If your teacher really mentioned me, he would probably be filled with shame. After all, he's been defeated by my sword many times before, and I'm afraid he'll never forget that shame."

"Stop talking nonsense! My teacher's swordsmanship is superb, how can you ordinary people compare to him!" Abe Nakamichi roared, and his body suddenly jumped up, and the samurai sword with a sharp cold light slashed towards Mo Beixuan like a storm.

"Here comes the sword!"

Mo Beixuan shouted softly, and then Bai Zhentian's sword seemed to have a spirit and it came out of its sheath on its own, turning into a stream of silver light and falling steadily into Mo Beixuan's hand.

The sword trembled slightly, as if responding to the call of its master, and blended perfectly with Mo Beixuan's aura.

"Sword sweeps the wilderness!" Mo Beixuan moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, his longsword slicing through the night sky. Wherever the sword's light passed, the air seemed to rip apart, leaving behind long, thin cracks in space. His sword, with its powerful internal force, also incorporated his ultimate understanding of the sword. Every stroke and every stroke contained the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Abe Nakamichi's face dropped to a state of shock. He had never imagined this mysterious figure could possess such terrifying strength. He hastily swung his sword to block the blow, but the two swords collided with a crisp "crack," and Abe Nakamichi's sword was severed, its tip still thrust forward, piercing his throat.

Abe Nakamichi was horrified. He tried his best to dodge the fatal blow by turning sideways, but even so, he was shocked by the aftermath of the sword energy and retreated repeatedly. His face was as pale as paper and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"This...how is this possible?!" Abe Nakamichi widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the sword god in front of him who seemed to have walked out of hell, his heart filled with despair and fear.

"If Nakamura Hiroichi were here, he might be able to fight me for a few moves, but you are still far from it." Mo Beixuan said calmly, without any ripples in his tone, as if everything that happened just now was just a trivial matter to him.

Abe Nakadichi's pupils shrank, his pride and confidence shattered at that moment. He knew that if he couldn't escape today, he would die. However, as a leader in the supernatural world of Sakura Country, how could he easily admit defeat?

"Hmph, Mo Beixuan, do you think you can make me surrender with just these? I, Abe Nakamichi, am not the kind of person who is afraid of death!" He endured the pain, quickly formed seals with his hands, and a strange energy fluctuation began to spread around his body. That was his secret technique - "Shadow Escape Technique".

"Shadow Escape Technique, activate!" Abe Nakamichi roared, and his figure instantly became blurred, as if blending into the surrounding night, in an attempt to escape.

However, a sneer curled up the corner of Mo Beixuan's mouth, as if he had already seen through everything. "How dare you show off your skills in front of me with just a mere escape technique?" He gently swung his sword, the tip of the sword lightly tapping the void. A visible sword energy instantly spread out, firmly locking the surrounding space.

"Space blockade!" As Mo Beixuan shouted, Abe Zhongtong felt that the space around him seemed to solidify. The escape technique he tried to use also lost its effectiveness under this force. His figure reappeared, but was firmly trapped in the spot.

"You...you can actually block the space!" Abe Nakamichi was horrified. He had never thought that a swordsmanship master could possess such profound spatial power.

"The path of swordsmanship is vast and profound. What you know is just the tip of the iceberg." Mo Beixuan said lightly.

"Yo yo yo, Your Excellency Sword God, are you performing 123 statue?" Just then, Lin Han walked over leisurely with a playful smile on his face.

"Greetings, Master!" Mo Beixuan bowed, his tone full of respect and humility.

"What!? Master? This kid is actually your master?" Abe Nakamichi heard this with disbelief in his eyes.

"Snapped--!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Soon, a bright red palm print appeared on Abe Nakamichi's cheek. It was a slap in the face given by Mo Beixuan without any hesitation. It was not only a punishment for his rude words, but also a warning for his arrogance!

"If you dare to address the master disrespectfully again, I will send you directly to meet your successive Sakura Emperors!" Mo Beixuan's eyes were cold, and his tone revealed an unquestionable majesty.

"You...you guys..." Abe Nakamichi covered his burning and painful cheek and was speechless for a moment. He just felt that the scene in front of him was too absurd. He had never thought that he would be defeated so miserably by the two of them, and he had never expected that the seemingly ordinary young man was actually Mo Beixuan's master.

"Mr. Abe, you just said you wanted to spar with me. I'll give you a chance now. As long as you can touch the corner of my clothes within three minutes, I lose! If I lose, you can do whatever you want to me. How about it? Is it fair?" Lin Han said lightly with an imperceptible teasing arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Master...just let me deal with this kind of trash?" Mo Beixuan said hurriedly.

"No need..." Lin Han waved his hand and walked slowly towards Abe Nakadori. Every step he took seemed so calm, as if the rhythm of the entire battlefield was in his hands.

"How about my proposal, Mr. Abe?"

"Okay, I promise you!" Abe Nakamichi gritted his teeth, a hint of determination in his voice. He quickly adjusted his breathing, trying to concentrate the energy in his body to the extreme, ready to give it a try.

Lin Han smiled slightly, without moving, but just raised one hand slightly, indicating that Abe Zhongtong could begin.

Seeing this, Abe Nakamichi was startled. He then leaped up and rushed towards Lin Han like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. His speed was so fast that he almost turned into a black shadow, but Lin Han seemed to have anticipated it and easily avoided his attack by gently turning his body.

"Hmph, a mere trifle." Lin Han smiled faintly, his tone filled with disdain. He didn't take the initiative to attack, but like a cat playing with a mouse, he easily dodged each of Abe Nakamichi's attacks, while also not forgetting to make sarcastic remarks to undermine his opponent's morale.

Abe Nakamichi was seething with rage, but he also understood that anger wouldn't help him defeat his enemy. He had to calm down and look for weaknesses. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the edge of Lin Han's clothes, as if there was an invisible barrier between them.

Three minutes passed in a flash, and Abe Nakatsu stopped attacking, panting. His face was flushed and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Han was full of unwillingness and despair. He knew that he had completely lost.