Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 907 - 478: Ferocious Battle! Divine Kick of Cuju! Moon-shielding Light-shaming Sword!_3
Li Can moved swiftly, leaving trails of afterimages in the room, the air filled with the whooshing sound of his iron balls speeding by.
The iron balls darted around the barbeque shop, bouncing off walls and floors, spinning and rebounding, some tracing eerie arcs, making them impossible to defend against.
Though there were only three iron balls, it felt like over a dozen were crashing around.
Despite Li Can being alone, one could mistake him for an entire soccer team.
The walls and floor were riddled with holes.
Ziyu found her movement space shrinking.
Li Can's footwork grew even faster, and the confidence in his eyes intensified.
"Moon-shielding Light-shaming Sword!"
At that moment, the treasure sword in Ziyu's hand emitted a sudden burst of white light, causing everyone to squint.
Then, the mirror-like sword light abruptly rose, reflecting everything around.
Li Can was also reflected within.
In that instant, his confidence evaporated, replaced by emotions of shame and bewilderment.
The sword light was bizarre, seemingly able to illuminate filth and hidden insecurities.
Li Can, who appeared as a sunny and cheerful soccer-loving young man, was, at his core, insecure.
Especially at this moment, with the sword light reflecting him like a mirror, he couldn't help but recall that long-forgotten past.
A past he never wanted to remember.
Li Can had loved playing soccer since childhood; it was one of the few joys among his village peers.
Li Can was, by nature, deeply addicted, also quite skilled.
At least in his hometown village, he could easily beat a bunch of kids.
And his hometown happened to have a girl he was enamored with, the village belle.
The village belle had a good relationship with him, and every night he'd think about marrying her, too excited to sleep.
But one day, a kid from the neighboring village, around the same age, kept bothering the village belle.
The village belle seemed unperturbed.
Yet Li Can was annoyed, and in their bickering they decided to settle things with a soccer match, deciding to whom the village belle belonged.
Li Can had absolute confidence in soccer, as if he could already see the ending.
But the result?
Darned, in the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, he got beaten seven to zero.
Afterwards, much like the sky had fallen!
The village belle was lost, and his beloved soccer became a laughing stock.
Later, he caught a colorful sea cucumber in the sea.
At night the sea cucumber appeared in his dream, promising reward if freed.
The next day, Li Can ate the colorful sea cucumber.
Whether the sea cucumber repaid him or not he didn't know; what he knew was it was surely divine, making him invincible!
Then, naturally, his power surged; despite never practicing, he became better than Martial Arts masters.
Later, his Divine Skill reached perfection; he kicked the head of the village belle's husband, the man who had scored seven against him, like a soccer ball. The village belle, weeping during mourning, reminded him that she hadn't remained chaste for him but married according to the result. He kicked her head too.
Those who humiliated him died painfully, yet the seven-zero remained a nightmare deep inside him.
Because that day, he felt like he lost everything!
The sword light reflected his buried insecurities; in an instant, Li Can slowed down, his spirit weakened.
Because his skill was connected to his confidence and spirit.
When he abruptly tried to rekindle his spirit, it was too late.
Mirror-like sword light refracted the sun's rays, penetrating his eyes like substance, causing intense burning pain.
His eyes felt ablaze as he smelled a scorched odor.
With a swish, the sword light swirled past his neck; Ziyu sheathed her sword, the once aggressive iron balls fell weakly to the ground.
At this moment, a deer-headed horse-faced figure stepped forward.
Horse-face said, "Useless thing, didn't expect us brothers would really need to act."
"Against Jiu Zhou's Evil Demon, there's no need for samurai spirit, let's go together!"
"Alright!"
...
"I'm free!"
"I'm free!"
And as those words fell, the masks emitted a ghastly shriek, from which two evil spirits emerged, rushing towards Duan Yun.
Duan Yun perplexed, "Dharma Image?"
