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**142章：剑道的抉择**

林锋的愤怒情绪再次上涨，他的声音变得 luder,grievous：“你真的认为 Swordsmen 应该选择自私的道路？”他责怪的目光看着Chenyang：“你究竟是怎么想的？ Swordsmen 是为了保护自己和他人，而不是为了实现自己的目标！”

Chenyang的脸部肌肉抽搐了一下，他的语气仍然是沉重的：“林锋，你需要明白 Swordsmen 的道德是建立在自己的利益和欲望之上的。如果 Swordsmen 绝对遵循道德原则，那么 Swordsmen 就会受到道德的束缚，无法实现自己的目标。”

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a piercing light, his emotions imbued with blame and suspicion. He exclaimed, "You really think Swordsmen should choose the path of selfishness? You're seriously considering sacrificing our morals and ethics for personal gain?"

Chenyang's face twitched, his voice still heavy with emotion. "Lin Feng, you need to understand that Swordsmen's morals are built on their own interests and desires. If Swordsmen adhere strictly to moral principles, they will be bound by those principles and unable to achieve their goals."

Lin Feng's anger surged again, his voice rising to a crescendo. "You're saying that Swordsmen should prioritize their own interests over the well-being of others? That's monstrous! How can you justify such an attitude?"

Chenyang's expression remained solemn, but his voice took on a hint of sadness. "Lin Feng, I'm not saying that Swordsmen should abandon their morals completely. I'm just saying that, in the world of Swordsmen, self-interest is often the driving force behind one's actions. We can't always put the needs of others before our own."

The two men's eyes locked in a fierce stare, the tension between them thick and palpable. Lin Feng's face reddened with rage, while Chenyang's eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness. The air was heavy with the weight of their disagreement, and it seemed as though the very fate of the Swordsmen hung in the balance.

Just as it seemed that the argument was about to escalate further, a sudden commotion echoed from outside the room. The sound of swords clashing and men shouting grew louder, and the two men exchanged a wary glance.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng asked, his voice low and urgent.

Chenyang's face twisted into a mixture of concern and suspicion. "I don't know, but it sounds like a fight is breaking out. And judging by the number of swordsmen involved, it's clear that this is no ordinary skirmish..."

As the sounds of battle grew louder, the two men exchanged a glance, their faces set in determination. The fate of the Swordsmen, and the future of their world, hung in the balance. Would they be able to put aside their differences and work together to face the challenges ahead, or would their disagreements tear them apart?

The outcome was far from certain, as the two men charged into the fray, their blades flashing in the dim light of the night. The battle raged on, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance...