Chen Mo's solo performance earned him the approval of most disciples. Even the elders, who had previously opposed him, now had a very good impression of Chen Mo.
Ultimately, Chen Mo's talent, in a sense, symbolized the future of the Yunlan Sect.
The elders wouldn't deliberately suppress a disciple with such talent because of their previous impressions of him.
On the contrary, they would focus on cultivating him, helping him become a pillar of the Yunlan Sect as soon as possible.
Therefore, the elders didn't engage in any underhanded tactics in the duel between Chen Mo and Mo Li.
"You seem to harbor great hostility towards me?" Chen Mo said calmly.
Mo Li's eyes narrowed, and he smiled, "Junior brother, you're joking. Your performance just now greatly surprised me. This match is perfect; I must ask you for some pointers."
This slightly sarcastic tone made Chen Mo very uncomfortable. Based on his experience from various TV dramas in his previous life, those who said such things were usually smiling tigers.
Chen Mo casually straightened his robes and said, "Then let's go!"
"Junior Brother, please go first." Mo Li always maintained the persona of a refined gentleman.
As they were talking, the referee shouted sharply, "Begin!"
Chen Mo showed no politeness. His battle aura surged forth, enveloping his entire body. With a loud bang, his body transformed into a black shadow, charging fiercely towards Mo Li.
"Blindly attacking."
Since he had come to this world, he had to follow the mainstream. Reciting the name of the move, Chen Mo used a divine skill from his previous life as his first move.
"Blindly attacking? What kind of fighting technique is this?"
Hearing Chen Mo's low roar, Mo Li was full of doubt. Looking at the charging figure, he thought to himself, "This fighting technique has so many flaws."
Mo Li dared not be careless and prepared to use his rich experience to neutralize this completely incomprehensible fighting technique, using soft force to neutralize this seemingly fierce power.
Spotting one of the flaws, he stretched out his hands, preparing to grab the fist with his palms, and then pull it aside.
Bang!
Fist and palm collided.
Chen Mo's first move was easily blocked by Mo Li.
The square suddenly fell silent, as if a flock of crows had flown over everyone's heads, and almost everyone's face showed the same expression.
That's it, that's it.
"Cough." Chen Mo coughed dryly.
Damn it, he'd lost face big time.
But Chen Mo had no choice.
But so far, Chen Mo had only learned the Netherworld Spear fighting technique, which he had specifically used to deal with Nalan Yanran.
Mo Li was also incredulous; this flaw was indeed a flaw.
Although Mo Li couldn't figure out how he had neutralized it so easily, he was very good at seizing opportunities.
He grabbed Chen Mo's wrist and twisted it in the opposite direction, pulling it towards his own body, while his other hand clenched its five fingers and punched Chen Mo hard.
He didn't hold back with this punch; the power of a five-star Dou Shi was fully displayed, and Dou Qi swirled around the surface of his fist.
He wanted to knock Chen Mo down with one punch.
The crowd around the plaza couldn't help but shield their eyes in dismay. If that punch landed, Chen Mo would not only lose but also suffer serious injuries, ruling him out of the later matches.
There were still two spots left in the top ten of the sixteen-to-eight round.
Based on the strength Chen Mo had displayed in his individual performance, making it into the top ten was highly probable, but if he suffered serious injury now, his chances of advancing would be gone.
Mo Li wanted Chen Mo to fail to reach the top ten.
"So ruthless!" Yun Hai couldn't help but exclaim.
Chen Mo could keenly sense that his punch was aimed directly at his lower abdomen, his dantian. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he wouldn't destroy his dantian, but causing internal qi disorder would undoubtedly disqualify him from the later matches.
As the fist drew closer to its target, a smug smile appeared on Mo Li's lips.
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However, his smile froze abruptly the next moment.
With a whoosh, a burst of scorching purple flames erupted from Chen Mo's body, instantly enveloping him.
"So hot." Mo Li quickly released his grip on Chen Mo's wrist.
"What is this?" Mo Li's expression changed. Before he could even feel the intense heat, his opponent had already launched a counterattack.
"Divine technique, groin kick."
Even with his wrist released, Chen Mo was too close to dodge and could only retaliate, unleashing a powerful kick with purple flames coiled around his foot, aimed directly at the center of Mo Li's legs.
If this kick landed, even if he wasn't crippled by the force of the kick, he would be burned by the purple flames.
This was a one-for-one trade!
If you don't stop,
I might be seriously injured, but your little brother will definitely be crippled.
"Despicable!"
Mo Li's face turned horrified. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the backlash from his fist, and used his movement technique—being a wind-attribute user—to instantly create distance between himself and Chen Mo.
"Pfft!" Mo Li spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with killing intent as he looked at Chen Mo.
The crowd around the plaza stared in disbelief at this scene.
"I originally thought Senior Brother Mo Li was ruthless, but I didn't expect Junior Brother Chen Mo to be even more ruthless."
"I don't know why, but I feel a chill between my legs."
"Chen Mo is so despicable! Senior Brother Mo Li, let's beat him to death!
" "Senior Brother Mo Li is spitting blood! Chen Mo, how could you do this?"
A large group of female disciples began to cheer for Mo Li.
"This guy." Yun Yun patted her forehead, feeling both surprised and helpless at Chen Mo's way of dealing with the crisis.
"Is that a strange fire?" Mittel Tengshan was a little unsure.
"No, that's not a strange fire; it looks more like a powerful beast fire." Fa Ma said in surprise. In fact, he had noticed the purple fire during Chen Mo's solo performance, and now he had just confirmed it.
For alchemists, although this wasn't a strange fire, they still had an innate fascination with it.
"Beast fire, while not as difficult to refine as strange fire, is still extremely complex," Pill King Guhe smiled. "Interesting."
"This kid's got some skills," Mu Chen muttered, then turned to Nalan Su, saying, "Nalan Su, I think this kid and your girl are quite a good match."
Nalan Su smiled calmly, his gaze fixed on Nalan Yanran, whose eyes remained fixed on Chen Mo.
"You've angered me."
Mo Li summoned a three-foot-long sword from his storage ring. A flash of red light appeared, and at the hilt of the sword was a third-tier magical beast's core.
"Three Thousand Sword Rain!"
Mo Li tossed the sword into the air. Instead of falling, which should have conformed to Newton's laws, the sword remained suspended in mid-air.
With a resounding hum, the longsword trembled, splitting from one into two, four, eight…
a full thousand longswords, standing atop Chen Mo's head.
"Senior Brother Mo Li's signature fighting technique, Three Thousand Sword Rain."
(End of Chapter)