Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

So, is it stronger again?

As expected of the source of the [Black Swordsman] profession, this innate talent is really enviable...

Looking enviously at Tongren who had retreated to the edge of the open space, Chen Mo showed a smile on his face.

"Ah, ah, ah... this is inside the circle, and we are now in the duel state of the first strike to determine the outcome. Even if we get hit, it won't matter, at most we will fall into the red blood state."

"But even so..."

Tongren seemed to want to argue with reason, but after thinking for a long time, he actually felt that what Chen Mo said was really reasonable, so he simply closed his mouth, and set up his swords again with a solemn face.

"Is it my turn to attack this time?"

Seeing Kirito put on a defensive posture, Chen Mo turned his wrist lightly, and slowly returned the long sword to its sheath.

With a lunge under his feet, the muscles of his whole body gradually tensed up, and the torrent of strength was vented and galloped wantonly in his body, bringing an extremely high fighting spirit.

He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and he raised his head with a chuckle, his eyes reflected the figure of a black-clothed swordsman waiting in battle not far away.

"Chong-"

The sound of the sword sounded, and the blue edge flickered. The next moment, Chen Mo had disappeared in place.

Immediately afterwards, his figure appeared behind Kirito.

The edge of the sword was half out of its sheath, from being completely still to accelerating to the point where it was invisible to the naked eye, Chen Mo completed a sword slash in an instant.

Just when such an extremely fast sword was about to hit, Kirito reacted. Under Chen Mo's strong killing intent, he turned around suddenly while his pupils contracted violently, and the "interpreter" in his hand met Chen Mo's slash ...

"Boom-!!!"

The metal lightnings collided with each other, but the result was a heavy sound that didn't sound like a sword meeting, but a sound like a sledgehammer hitting leather.

At the same time, a circle of milky white shock waves formed an air wave, which suddenly spread from the position where the blade touched.

"Varied……!"

The moment Kirito received the unexpectedly heavy sword, his face turned extremely pale in vain, and the next moment, he was knocked out uncontrollably.

The black coat equipped on his body was blown upside down by the air waves generated by the slashing. In mid-air, Kirito felt his right hand was completely paralyzed, almost unable to grasp even the interpreter.

However, Chen Mo's attack did not stop there.

He fell embarrassingly to the far side of the open space. Kirito just got up from the ground, before he had time to stand still, a dark figure wrapped in terrifying killing intent and strong air flow appeared in front of him.

The moment he saw this figure, he didn't care to stand still, he hurriedly raised another long sword "Dark Chaser", and blocked the blade in front of himself before the slash came.

Immediately, harsh clanging sounds resounded throughout the portal square.

Seeing that his attack was blocked, Chen Mo was not too surprised, he just retracted his sword, and then swung the next slash again.

Every sword swing is filled with terrifying power as if a mountain is collapsing.

One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords...

Facing Chen Mo's continuous offensive, Kirito almost tried his best to resist it.

If it weren't for the contact with Chen Mo in the past few months, he would almost have thought that he was confronting the game GM, that is, the man named Akihiko Kayaba.

Chen Mo, this man is a "monster" at all, completely surpassing the realm that players can reach, so strong to an abnormal degree.

Even though he has now broken through to level 95 and has "absolute" attribute values ​​that other players can't catch up with, he is still not Chen Mo's opponent.

It's not that he is inferior to Chen Mo in some aspects, as the fight deepens, Kirito feels more and more powerless, strength, speed, reaction, he is all at a disadvantage!

What kind of terrifying attribute value is this?

And the sword of aurora that he displayed on Christmas Eve - the power he called [Beyond the System]...

It was so strong that it was completely unreasonable. If he wanted to, maybe he would be able to break into the Ruby Palace on the [-]th floor of Aincrad by himself, right?

In this dizzying quick hand-to-hand combat, Chen Mo didn't know Kirito's emotion, he just kept swinging his sword.

The sword intent is rushing, the instinct of struggle is roaring, and the feeling of venting power to the fullest is intoxicating.

Steel lightning flashed across the air, easily breaking through the limit of vision, and in the blink of an eye there were dozens of sword strikes.

The slash that was too fast to be captured left a faint blue trail in the air, and the sparks that flashed when Kirito raised his sword to block it were far brighter and more dazzling than the sunset sky at this moment.

However, compared to Chen Mo's hearty, Tongren's feeling is very bad.

Every time he catches Chen Mo's slash, the astonishing force attached to the blade will paralyze his palm holding the hilt.

"Ping—"

Slashing again, seeing the black long sword in Kirito's hand being blown away, Chen Mo stopped his continuous attack, and took two steps back to widen the distance between them.

"I... lost again."

With a dull expression, he looked down at his right hand that was still trembling slightly, feeling the pain from the palm like a needle prick, Kirito showed a helpless smile, walked to the side and bent down to pick up the fallen saber .

"Well, you lost again." Seeing Kirito's dejected look, Chen Mo grinned, and without hesitation opened his mouth to make up for him: "How many consecutive losses is this? One hundred or two hundred Time... Definitely more than two hundred times?"

"yes……"

Lost, and lost to him again, a total of more than two hundred duels, all of which ended in his own failure.

But looking up at the brisk smile on the face of the man in a black coat, and his bright and transparent eyes, Kirito couldn't express any resentment except for a little unwillingness.