Chapter 81
A swirl of dust erupted around the two figures at the center.
One shadow staggered backward, leaving a series of deep impressions in the ground.
When the crowd finally recognized who was retreating, they stood frozen in shock, as if they had seen a ghost.
It was Wang Hao!
At that moment, Wang Hao's face was pale, his smile frozen at the corners of his mouth.
The arm he had just used to clash trembled uncontrollably.
He had never trained his body, but that didn’t mean his physical condition was poor.
Moreover, he had just tapped into his internal energy.
How could Li Mo possess such strength?
Before he could finish that thought, the figure of the young man across from him vanished from sight.
Of course, he didn’t disappear into thin air.
It was the Wind Shadow Step.
Wang Hao also employed his footwork.
However, Li Mo’s figure swept in like a raging wind, relentless and unyielding.
What was little Li thinking right now?
Hmm... On the arena, intentional killing was not allowed. He was pondering whether it would be too much to beat his opponent to death.
Forget about pulling out a hammer.
Even using a sword, the sharpness of the Chixiao, combined with the martial arts insights he had gained while maneuvering between Bing Tuozi and Jiang Chuchong, would be far beyond what Wang Hao could withstand.
And there was more.
He also wanted to test just how far this body, which couldn’t even break through the internal energy realm with its ultimate techniques, could go.
In an instant.
Li Mo appeared right in front of Wang Hao.
The two locked eyes for a brief moment.
Under the gaze of those fiery-colored pupils, Wang Hao felt a chill run down his spine, swallowing hard.
But soon, a surge of shameful anger welled up within him.
In the history of the Jiufeng Martial Arts Conference, no one in the Internal Energy realm had ever looked so pathetic in front of someone in the Blood Qi realm.
He was furious, but it was of no use.
A sharp pain shot through his lower back, momentarily robbing him of his ability to think.
“Inner Armor?”
“So, you can take a hit, huh?”
Li Mo frowned.
When he had just thrown that punch, it hadn’t felt like he had struck the opponent’s body.
“Wait...”
A bad premonition rose in Wang Hao’s heart, but he didn’t have time to finish his sentence.
“Li Zhenchuan got close to Wang Hao?”
“No, it’s Wang Hao who got close to Li Zhenchuan!”
Once again, the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Fist collided with an ordinary punch.
Crack—
The fist guard was dented.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Mo took advantage of Wang Hao’s disorientation, delivering a brutal elbow strike to his chest.
The seamless flow of the Six Harmonies Fist was unleashed in one continuous motion.
Fist, elbow, knee...
Bang bang bang—
Wang Hao, clad in inner armor, was pinned to the arena floor and mercilessly beaten by Li Mo. His liquefied internal energy had no chance to be utilized, only serving to protect his vital points.
He had tried to fight back.
But... it was utterly futile!
“Wait... wait...”
Bang bang bang bang—
“I... I admit...”
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The bluestone floor was now riddled with spiderweb-like cracks.
Rather than a duel between masters, it resembled a street brawl.
And it was a one-sided affair, with an adult beating a child.
The scene was brutally intense.
“Gulp... oh my god...”
“This Li Zhenchuan... is he even human?”
“Thank goodness he advised me not to relieve myself in public last time. I agreed, or who knows if I would have lost control now...”
“Li Zhenchuan usually seems so gentle and refined, like a good-natured person. How can he be so terrifying when he fights?”
“Don’t forget who his master is...”
...
Many eyes now found it hard to bear watching the stage.
Especially when they saw Wang Hao trying to crawl off the arena to concede, only to have a hand grip his ankle and drag him back, leaving ten scratch marks on the ground. Everyone couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.
It was too brutal.
Those with families quickly covered their children’s eyes.
“Phew, I’m glad I didn’t fight Li brother...”
Xiao Qin sighed deeply.
To be fair, Wang Hao was currently stronger than him. If he faced off against him, without his master’s help, he wouldn’t even have a one in ten chance of winning.
“Master, is this what you meant by the advantages of the Blood Qi realm being stronger than ordinary people?”
“Were you this strong in the Blood Qi realm back in your day?”
The inexperienced old Xiao asked.
“Uh... yeah, more or less.”
Qianxing Wuzun’s voice was a bit ethereal.
“Master, why does your voice sound so weak?”
Xiao Qin was puzzled. Hadn’t his master recovered quite a bit after using the Soul Nourishing Wood?
“Cough cough, oh, this Li young friend is a bit beyond my expectations.”
“And the effects of the Soul Nourishing Wood don’t show up that quickly.”
Qianxing Wuzun’s aged voice had yet to regain its former depth and mystery.
He was also bewildered.
What kind of talent did this kid possess?
Had he misjudged him?
“Living is truly wonderful...”
Lin Jiang swallowed hard, his palms sweating as he wiped them on his clothes.
Even though Li brother’s fists hadn’t landed on him, just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.
“Yeah, yeah!”
Murong Xiao nodded vigorously.
Thank goodness he had reacted quickly back then; looking back, that was undoubtedly the wisest decision of his life.
At this moment, the gazes around them held no doubt, only admiration and praise.
They weren’t throwing a fake match.
This was foresight!
On the high platform.
Shang Wu waved her delicate fists, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with delight. Her precious disciple had indeed not been a wrong choice.
Suddenly, she stood up, her gaze sweeping over the many dazed elders.
She took a deep breath:
“Hey, everyone, listen up!”
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Chapter 78: The Decisive Round Left Everyone Speechless
As the elders fell silent, they could see the horror in each other’s eyes.
Having a natural-born fighting body like Shang Wu emerge from Qingyuan Sect was already overwhelming.
If a second one appeared...
Hiss...
The elders leaned back in shock.
The only consolation was that, although Li Mo was fierce in battle, he usually had a great temperament and was kind to others. His heavy-handedness this time was provoked by Wang Hao first.
“Old Xue, this child is your disciple’s grandson, right?”
Qian Bufan said solemnly.
“Yeah... Li Dalong was once my direct disciple,” Xue Jing replied, his expression complex. “But he got injured later and requested to return home.”
“Then you should visit Qiushui Pavilion more often.”
“Indeed, the ideological education of disciples is particularly important.”
The elders had already begun to draft a moral education course for Li Mo.
“That’s my disciple!”
Shang Wu sniffed, huffing, “A bunch of old geezers, just a moment ago you were questioning my teaching skills.”
The elders: “...”
His body refinement techniques and swordsmanship had nothing to do with you at all.
That was purely his own innate talent!
Hmm.
To reach such a level under Shang Wu’s guidance only highlighted that Li Mo was a gem in the rough.
It was a pity that Li Mo’s talent had posed quite a challenge for them back then.
They couldn’t help but wonder if becoming Shang Wu’s disciple had inadvertently set him on the right path...
“He has the Chixiao, so his swordsmanship must be formidable as well.”
“If he has the level of body refinement... then he and Xiao Bing’er might really give us a thrilling showdown.”
“Hahaha, our Qingyuan Sect has produced a true phoenix, and now we’re about to see a hidden dragon.”
Just based on the level Li Mo displayed on the arena.
At sixteen years old.
If he also had a high level of swordsmanship, he would undoubtedly belong to the ranks of prodigies!
The elders looked at the representatives of various sects with a smirk.
Think Qingyuan Sect has fallen?
Want to test our sect’s foundation?
Sweat pouring down your back, huh?
“By the way, Old Qian, why don’t you go up and call it off?”
“Oh, I was just thinking that. I’m getting old and forgetful.”
...
The match came to an end.
The result was needless to say, and it was extremely memorable, especially since this was the first time in this year’s Jiufeng Martial Arts Conference that someone had to be carried off on a stretcher.
If Wang Hao hadn’t been convulsing when they carried him off, everyone would have thought he was dead.
Many people looked at Ying Bing.
But the girl was still sipping her tea, looking unfazed.
She had taught Li Mo swordsmanship, so she naturally understood.
For Li Mo’s swordsmanship, body refinement was merely the icing on the cake.
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