Chapter 957: How about the Gods? I will speak with my strength Chapter 24
The two men engaged in close combat, Gintoki's weapon was the Ryuin Sword, which was also his natal sword and a magical weapon.
Mo Zheng's sword was only a purple-grade sword, which was several levels lower in quality.
However, Mo Zheng was not at a disadvantage at all. He had already listened to Su Yan's advice.
Swordsmanship does not rely solely on the sword, but on one's own understanding of swordsmanship.
Only when you have a sword in your heart, everything can become a sword.
This is probably what Su Yan often said, man and sword become one.
In the next ninety years in Xuanbing Prison, his focus has always been on swordsmanship. He does not want to rely on the Xuanbing Sword to crush others.
Instead, he relies on his own strength. Even without a sword, he can turn his energy into a sword and use everything as a sword.
When Mo Zheng fought the snake demon before, he only used 60% of his strength. Now when fighting against Gintoki, he only used 80% of his strength.
Gintoki was struggling. He thought Mo Zheng had already used his full strength, but he didn't expect that he still had some hidden strength.
There was a feeling that his Dragon Roar Sword was completely restrained. As soon as he made a move, the opponent had already guessed his sword moves and was always one step ahead. It seemed that he was attacking according to the route planned by the opponent.
It wasn't as if, he was being led by the other party, completely falling into Mo Zheng's rhythm.
For the first time, Gintoki truly realized that not only in his original form, but even in his human form, he was slightly inferior to his opponent in swordsmanship and strength.
Why is this dragon so powerful?
A thousand thoughts flashed through Gintoki's mind at once, and because he was restless, he was beaten by Mo Zheng without any resistance.
Gintoki was defeated again. If Mo Zheng had not shown mercy, he would have died on the spot.
Mo Zheng pointed his sword at his throat and said calmly, "You lose."
Gintoki's face turned pale. Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was that he was no match for Mo Zheng. This revenge was a joke.
Mo Zheng put down his sword, and then said: "So the Dragon Clan Prince is just like this."
After saying that, he turned around and left gracefully.
Gintoki: "Stop! What do you mean?"
Mo Zheng left without looking back. Gintoki's roar had no effect on him at all.
Gintoki said unwillingly: "Do you think you are so powerful just because you beat me once? You just awakened the Golden Dragon bloodline, and I haven't awakened yet."
Mo Zheng sneered when he heard this, but still didn't turn around to pay attention to him.
Yun Ji hid in the dark, waiting for everything to settle down. When Mo Zheng walked to a place where Gintoki could not see him, he flew to Mo Zheng and praised him: "Wow, Mo Zheng, you are so powerful, even the Dragon Prince is not your opponent."
"I must make today's events known to everyone and give those arrogant dragons a slap in the face. The Crown Prince they are so proud of is no match for you. I will piss them off to death by then."
Mo Zheng said calmly: "Don't talk too much, I don't want to be in the limelight. Su Yan said that we should remain humble and know that there are always people who are better than us."
Yun Ji: "Although what the princess said is right, I still can't help but want to share this good news with everyone."
Mo Zheng sneered: "Forget it, I'm afraid others will be jealous of me and cause trouble for me secretly, and I still want to live a quiet life."
Yun Ji said regretfully: "Well, do you know how it feels to have good news but not be able to share it with others? I feel like my happiness has been discounted."
Mo Zheng: "Pfft, you can share it with Su Yan."
Yun Ji: "I'm afraid the princess has already guessed the result. She only asked me to follow you, but didn't even tell me whether I should ask her for help if you can't win."
Mo Zheng: "She knows her limits."
Yun Ji: "Yo, yo, you two have such damn good tacit understanding."
Yun Ji chattered all the way, which actually helped to cheer up Mo Zheng, who was originally in a somewhat depressed mood.
Mo Zheng couldn't help but think of Gintoki's angry look before. He really felt that with the dragon clan having a prince like him, the glory of the dragon clan would soon come to an end.
It’s time for their Jiaolong clan to rise up.
Gintoki, who stood there for a long time and refused to leave, was now full of resentment, unwillingness and embarrassment. When had he ever suffered such a blow? It was as if he had lost all the face of the dragon clan.
He never thought that one day he would be completely defeated by a dragon. This would be the greatest shame in his life as a dragon.
At this moment, he just wanted to hide and see no one.
Gintoki disappeared, and Ji Yu hadn't seen him for several days. He looked everywhere for him but couldn't find any trace of him.
Ji Yu thought that he might have encountered an emergency and returned to the fairyland, so he went back to the fairyland to look for him and asked many fairy officials, but no one knew where Gintoki had gone.
Where did Gintoki go and why did he leave without saying goodbye?
Ji Yu thought about it and wondered if it was Su Yan's doing.
When Ji Yu thought of this possibility, he angrily returned to Yongshou Town from the fairyland and went to the door with great fanfare.
Su Yan was still cooking noodles for the guests when he saw Ji Yu walk in aggressively.
As soon as he came in, he asked bluntly: "Su Yan, did you do something to Gintoki?"
Su Yan looked confused and asked back, "What did I do to him?"
Ji Yu said in a bad tone: "Gintoki is missing. Isn't it the work of you and that person? I tell you, if anything happens to Gintoki, I will not let you go."
Su Yan continued with his actions, looking completely indifferent, and said perfunctorily: "If you don't want to let him go, then don't let him go, but don't come here to slander me. Gintoki has his own hands and feet. It's none of my business if he disappears. I'm not his mother, how would I know where he went."
Ji Yu asked suspiciously: "Is it really not you?"
Su Yan: "Why are you looking for me when your man is missing? He is so ugly that he is not worthy of me. I don't care about him. You should reflect on yourself. Are you too boring or have a bad temper that made him leave? If you have nothing to do, don't block my business. I'm still busy."
Ji Yu was so angry at Su Yan's shameless words that she fell backwards. She was really good at flattering herself.
It was as if the person who had been pestering Gintoki before was not her.
And she said someone was boring and had a bad temper, which was deliberately slandering her.
Ji Yu wanted to overturn Su Yan's noodle pot, but when she turned around and saw many diners looking at her inexplicably, Ji Yu blushed and said, "It's better that it has nothing to do with you, otherwise I won't forgive you."
Then she left in a hurry, just as she had come.
Yun Ji appeared beside Su Yan at the right time and said, "The more I look at this Phoenix Emperor, the more I feel that she is just like a pheasant with its feathers standing on end. She has no manners at all and cannot be compared with you, the princess."
Su Yan glanced at him and said calmly, "Don't think that you can reduce your seniority by flattering me. If you don't work for ten years, don't even think about running away."
Yun Ji's smiling face suddenly fell.
"My lady Princess, can we make a deal? How about you lend me some more money and we can gamble again."
Su Yan scooped the noodles into the bowl, poured the toppings on it, and stood in front of him and said coldly: "Gambling harms others and yourself. I just want to tell you this truth. You can't gamble again. You can't gamble again in this life. Hurry up and serve it to the customer. Haven't you seen that others have looked over here several times?"
Yun Ji wanted to cry but had no tears. Doesn't that mean he has no chance of making a comeback?
If you work as a waiter for ten years for nothing, you will be laughed to death by your own people.












