The impression Chen Mo left on him last time was too deep.
Completely invulnerable to any attack, he was not afraid of anything. After escaping back to the Polish base, he pondered how to deal with Chen Mo and then set up this trap in the cockpit of the Valkyrie, which was his last resort against Chen Mo.
He thought that if Chen Mo really broke in, he would find a way to lure him into the trap. Unexpectedly, Chen Mo walked right into it, making things exceptionally smooth, and he easily trapped him.
The cage was made of thick, solid alloy steel plates, with the entire floor and ceiling specially reinforced to withstand hundreds of tons of pressure without deforming. The thick steel pillars around him kept him firmly locked inside. In Baron Strucker's eyes, Chen Mo was undoubtedly doomed.
His long-time enemy was about to die at his hands, and Strucker felt an immense satisfaction, watching the top of the cage slowly press down on Chen Mo with a look of pleasure.
Chen Mo glanced at the top slowly pressing down and sneered. Under Strucker's mocking gaze, he slowly drew the Sword of Kings from his back.
With the same look, he glanced at Strucker, then swung the sword twice in front of him. The steel pillars, as thick as an arm, were easily cut like tofu.
Baron Strucker looked in disbelief as Chen Mo walked out of the gap, cold sweat breaking out on his back.
"You!.."
Chen Mo didn't speak, slowly walking towards Strucker.
In the last battle at the Klausburg base, Strucker didn't dare to take Chen Mo's powerful attacks head-on, relying on his superb swordsmanship to avoid clashing with the Sword of Kings. Chen Mo, wanting to test his swordsmanship, had held back, so Strucker didn't know the Sword of Kings' invincible nature.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have devised a trap that could be easily broken by the Sword of Kings to deal with Chen Mo.
Chen Mo didn't speak further, directly raising his sword and attacking Baron Strucker. He wanted to see how much his swordsmanship had improved.
Since the last battle with Strucker exposed his shortcomings in swordsmanship, Chen Mo had spent a lot of time and effort on it in the past few months.
Not only did he seek advice from Huang Quan and others, but he also secretly collected the Holy Cross Swordsmanship from the European Middle Ages, which originated from the Templar Knights of the Church and shone during the Crusades. In this nearly two-hundred-year-long war, tens of thousands of people died under the Holy Cross Swordsmanship.
This swordsmanship, born in war, was entirely for killing, filled with murderous intent.
The swordsmanship was fast and fierce, directly targeting vital points, with bold and powerful moves. It also contained many exquisite combat techniques, summarized from countless religious wars and endless battles on the battlefield over hundreds and thousands of years, resulting in pure killing swordsmanship.
The connections and transitions between moves, the changes in response to the situation, were all things Chen Mo lacked.
After all, he had never systematically studied swordsmanship before. He relied entirely on his extraordinary strength, speed, reflexes, and the indestructible properties of the Sword of Kings to be invincible on the battlefield.
But no matter how developed his brain was or how strong his learning ability, he couldn't create a profound swordsmanship out of thin air. Many techniques and experiences required time to hone and understand.
The swordsmanship he had previously explored in battle, although much stronger than ordinary people, exposed its shortcomings in front of Baron Strucker, who mastered profound swordsmanship. A genius's few months of exploration could never compare to the accumulation of countless predecessors over hundreds or thousands of years.
After obtaining the Holy Cross Swordsmanship and studying it seriously, Chen Mo had to admit the greatness of the ancients. Whether it was boxing or swordsmanship, what he had explored was just the surface. Only by first learning the valuable experiences left by predecessors and standing on the shoulders of giants could he better utilize his wisdom and strength.
In boxing, he had done well, learning many advanced combat techniques from Huang Quan and others, which contained the wisdom and insights of countless predecessors.
Based on this foundation, Chen Mo applied it to his situation, making his combat skills incredibly powerful. This also led to his later neglect of swordsmanship.
But unarmed combat and using a long sword were very different. Fortunately, he encountered the swordsmanship master Baron Strucker and realized this in time. Otherwise, if he faced a strong enemy in the future, this would become a significant flaw, possibly costing him dearly.
Chen Mo and Baron Strucker quickly engaged in battle. Strucker clearly felt the significant improvement in Chen Mo's swordsmanship. His strikes were more methodical, swift, and precise, with almost no flaws.
Under Strucker's flexible and strange sword attacks, Chen Mo's moves were no longer stiff and lacking in variation. The transitions between moves were smooth and swift, making it difficult for Strucker to keep up with the pace. As the battle progressed, Strucker gradually fell behind.
This was still Chen Mo not using his full strength, suppressing himself to Strucker's level as before. This showed the significant improvement in Chen Mo's swordsmanship.
Having understood his current swordsmanship level and figured out Strucker's swordsmanship patterns, Chen Mo lost interest in continuing the battle.
Holding the sword with both hands, he made a slashing move. When Strucker's rapier thrust out, trying to deflect the long sword as before, Chen Mo lightly pressed the hilt's end with his left hand, changing the sword's trajectory instantly. The sword skillfully avoided Strucker's rapier and slashed diagonally across his chest in his terrified gaze.
A splash of blood flew out. Strucker looked down at his chest in disbelief, wanting to say something, but found all his strength rapidly draining away with that slash. He gave Chen Mo one last look before his vision went black, and he fell straight back to the ground.
Chen Mo's expression didn't change. He sheathed his sword and walked slowly to Baron Strucker's corpse.
This pawn he had personally chosen had perfectly completed his task.
Picking up the rapier that had fallen to the ground, Chen Mo examined it carefully. The slender blade and the complex and ornate guard indicated its luxurious and antique design, suggesting a long history.
He took the ornate scabbard from Strucker's waist, sheathed the sword, and stored it in his space.
Although it hadn't come into contact with the Sword of Kings' blade, its hardness, enduring hundreds of strikes without damage, made it a divine weapon.
Chen Mo unceremoniously turned Baron Strucker's family heirloom rapier into his collection.
As for Baron Strucker's body, Chen Mo directly threw it out of the plane's rear hatch, letting it fall into the vast ocean below.
At this moment, the enormous Valkyrie had only Chen Mo left on board.