It was extremely quiet in the tunnel.

The surrounding white smoke became thicker and thicker.

The next second, Luosang raised his head suddenly, his eyes like fire!

He stared at Joaquin in front of him, gritted his teeth and spoke, word for word, with hatred and anger that he could not feel:

"You, no, are, him."

Joaquin's soft smile disappeared.

"You still don't understand, right?" The knight shook his head, with regret on his face. "You will think, 'Ah, look, haven't I already surpassed Joaquín and surpassed the teacher?'"

Before Lausanne II could reply, Joaquin's sword suddenly retreated, and then struck again like a whirlwind!

"Ding! Dang!"

Luosang swung his sword with all his strength and moved continuously, making every choice and every movement perfect to fend off the enemy in front of him - a Han who was in his prime, physically strong, and experienced in swordsmanship, and was almost invincible.

Master Dro Joaquín.

"Because that's just an illusion!"

Joaquin roared angrily, swung his long sword quickly, and the ten moves of the legion that turned to attack shined in his hands. Every move was filled with the talent of war, and the iron-blooded clang was written incisively and vividly on the Sword of the Imperial Wind.

.

Lausanne, on the other hand, could only deal with it passively and try its best to support it.

not him.

He is not him.

It's not him!

"That's because it's tempting you to surpass 'it' in 'its way'! Because as long as you do this, you will never be able to challenge it, let alone transcend 'it'!"

Joaquin's words were filled with pain and sighs, but the offensive force on his sword did not decrease at all:

"Because the teacher, because 'it' can only maintain this set of words, describing the inevitable fact that the young are better than the blue, and the helpless fact that sooner or later the students will deny and surpass them, and describe it as a higher framework and a larger system.

A kind of gift, a kind of permission, a kind of grant, a kind of words like 'this is exactly what I want' and 'I knew it would be like this', which invisibly implies to you that teachers and students are superior and inferior, and the master-slave status is

It has been decided that the rest are just condescending rewards - no matter how strong or powerful you become, it is just the ancestor who is rewarding you!"

Joaquin's offensive became more and more urgent and intensive.

Luosang continued to defend and after struggling to deflect a sword, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down on one knee!

"Only in this way can 'it' cover up its own fear and powerlessness, can it disguise its own weakness and falsehood, rationalize the fallacy that 'a teacher is always a teacher', and can it remain true to itself even when 'a teacher is not as good as a disciple' comes true.

Maintain the status and authority of 'teacher', and let 'teacher' - this empty label that has no effect after completing the inheritance function, successfully turn around and become an entity full of meaning and power, always, always, always standing high

Above your level!"

In the billowing white smoke, Joaquin's eyes were cold, and he raised his sword towards Lausanne, who was kneeling on his knees.

The last sword.

But the next second, Luosang's expression changed and he drew his sword with his backhand.

Time seemed to slow down.

"Shua——"

The blades of the swords met each other, causing sparks to fly.

But Luosang looked resolute and his sword was firm. He used all his experience and knowledge in his life to come up with the most perfect and magical counterattack in his history!

"laugh!"

The blade pierced Joaquin's right arm.

"Clang!"

There was a dull sound, Joaquin shuddered, and his knight's sword fell to the ground.

Lausanne II stood up tremblingly.

The edge of his sword, at some point, had stopped on Joaquin's neck.

"you lose."

Joaquin was stunned.

He looked at the sword on the ground and then at the sword on his neck, and understood something.

Joaquin looked at Lausanne II and showed a satisfied smile.

"Facing 'it', even if you have strong hands and a sharp sword, you will already be in shackles and unable to resist."

In the thick white fog, Joaquin showed no sign of anger. Instead, he calmly opened his hands and exposed his neck: "For the turning of this empty label, it even used the most base deception: Come on, student, I allow and expect

You surpass me just so that one day you can become the new me, the new 'teacher'."

Luosang's sword edge trembled slightly.

Joaquin ignored the sword edge on his neck and continued:

"In this way, 'it' uses this to capture you and make you its new knight, new guard, and new slave under this label."

Lausanne II gritted his teeth and struggled with his expression.

Joaquín Cavalier spoke harshly:

"Play hard to get, refuse to resist, and use the words 'disciples do not have to be inferior to teachers' to maintain the cornerstone of 'disciples will never be inferior to teachers', and finally establish an eternal system of 'only if the teacher allows you to transcend it, can you transcend it'.

Inherited and passed down for tens of millions of years! Anesthesia and hypnosis for millions of people!”

He looked relaxed and praised again:

"No one doubts it, few people notice it, most people take it for granted, more people defend it, and spontaneously fall prey to it. Oh, look, how cunning, how insidious, how brilliant, how clever this method is,

How intoxicating."

Joaquin looked at Lausanne in front of him and regained his composure:

"Now, do you understand, my dear student?"

In the mist, Luosang looked at the person in front of him in a daze and shook his head.

"You are not him."

Luosang said in a daze:

"You are not Joaquin."

Joaquin Knight looked at him and smiled.

"Me? Of course I'm not him."

He spread his hands and sighed:

"The so-called 'respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao', see, 'respecting the teacher' is just a cover and a means. The ultimate goal is to 'respect the Tao', to be trapped, and to be enslaved."

Joaquín stared closely into Lausanne’s eyes:

“So, ‘I’ am not Joaquín, ‘I’ am not your teacher, and ‘I’ am not even ‘teacher’ itself.”

He grinned:

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - 'I', 'I' am something higher, bigger, more terrifying!"

Lausanne II trembled slightly.

“Something that makes ‘it’ your teacher forever and ever, and you will never, ever, ever be able to surpass it, let alone have the right to question and challenge, or even have no intention and inability to detect it!”

Joaquin opened his hands with an exaggerated expression and spoke enthusiastically:

"No matter whether you challenge or obey, whether you affirm or deny, whether consciously or unconsciously, you are enveloped in a terrifying shackles that you cannot break free from and will only be reinforced forever -"

"No!"

Lausanne II roared angrily, retracting and waving his arms!

Joaquin's words stopped abruptly.

With a boom, the knight's head left his body and rolled to the ground.

His body then tilted and fell into the sewage.

Only Luosang was left standing in the gradually dispersing white smoke, looking at the corpse on the ground with a dazed expression and empty eyes.

"monster."

After an unknown amount of time, Lausanne II gritted his teeth and groaned, turning around stiffly:

"That's a lot of nonsense."

He moved with difficulty, trudging through the sewage, as if he was carrying a weight that was difficult to remove.

Okay, he does, he still has a mission.

He still wants to chase that...
To be continued...