"I never expected that Senior Brother Mo Li would actually cultivate the Three Thousand Sword Rain, a mid-level Xuan-rank combat skill, to such a high level that he could create a thousand longswords."
"I heard that three months ago during the training, Senior Brother Mo Li only managed to create a little over five hundred swords. Only three months later, he's already created a thousand! Senior Brother Mo Li's talent is truly terrifying!"
"That kid Chen Mo probably angered Senior Brother Mo Li just now, and he directly used his trump card."
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"Ding, Three Thousand Sword Rain, mid-level Xuan-rank combat skill, can be deeply explored for 1000 Luck Points, or explored for 800 Luck Points."
Chen Mo looked at the sword formation in the sky that almost blocked out the sunlight, his expression slightly changing.
This indiscriminate attack left almost nowhere to hide.
"Damn it, after this competition ends, I absolutely have to master the Thousand Thunder Technique."
Without any combat skills, Chen Mo could only resort to melee combat, and against a sword-wielding grand mage like Mo Li, he could only take the beating.
"Despairing?" Mo Li looked at Chen Mo's face and smiled coldly. "Die!"
With a wave of Mo Li's hand, the sword array hanging above Chen Mo's head rained down like bullets.
"Despairing? You underestimate me."
Chen Mo stomped his foot, and powerful battle qi surged from his palm. "Weapons aren't just yours, the Spear of the Underworld God."
A black spear instantly materialized in Chen Mo's hand.
As Chen Mo wielded it at high speed, the hellish power communicated by the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force was summoned around him, forming a fierce black tornado, with only subtle purple flames and lightning interspersed on it.
And Chen Mo was right in the eye of this black tornado.
A powerful aura erupted.
The aura emanating from Chen Mo was felt by everyone around the plaza, the same power Chen Mo had displayed in his solo performance.
"Battle Qi Condensed into Form, this is indeed Battle Qi Condensed into Form."
If the giant elephant Chen Mo displayed in his previous solo performance was somewhat illusory, this spear was undeniably a real object.
"Battle Qi Condensed into Form, that's a technique only a Battle Spirit level expert can possess! How did he do that?"
A murmur of surprise rippled through the disciples, even among the elders.
"A weapon evolved from a cultivation technique?" Dan Wang Gu He's soul power burst forth from between his brows, quickly discerning the origin of Chen Mo's Netherworld Spear.
Yun Yun's expression remained largely unchanged, as she had witnessed this power in the Monster Mountain Range.
This black spear, held in Chen Mo's hand, seemed to possess a significant amplification.
"Is this your trump card?" Although Mo Li couldn't understand the black spear either, he didn't believe Chen Mo possessed Battle Spirit level strength, and immediately sneered, "I'd like to see how you withstand my Three Thousand Sword Rain."
Dense sword rain relentlessly slashed at the black tornado.
The black tornado was like an impenetrable wall, and no matter how the sword rain cut through it, it couldn't break through Chen Mo's defense.
"It actually blocked it."
"Senior Brother Mo Li's three thousand sword rain was blocked just like that? Wasn't that spear made of battle qi? How can it be so hard?"
"This black tornado is like a tortoise shell."
"Although it was blocked, judging from the current situation, if I'm not mistaken, Chen Mo doesn't have any ranged attack techniques, and his movements show no trace of footwork." As a peak Dou Huang expert, Jia Xingtian not only had rich combat experience but also extremely sharp eyes, and he saw Chen Mo's weakness at a glance.
If this continued, Chen Mo could only passively defend, and eventually he would be defeated when his battle qi was exhausted.
In terms of battle qi reserves, Chen Mo, a two-star Dou Shi, was no match for Mo Li, a five-star Dou Shi.
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Mo Li was doing as Jia Xingtian had instructed. Although he didn't think he would lose to Chen Mo in close combat, he figured a ranged fight would be more exhausting, so why waste his energy on melee?
"Damn it." Chen Mo couldn't get close to Mo Li and could only defend passively. He had ways to deal with Mo Li, but that was his last resort.
So, a scene unfolded on the plaza: Mo Li used his movement techniques to circle around Chen Mo, constantly unleashing ranged attacks.
Chen Mo could only swing his spear, slash, and dodge.
It was a war of attrition.
"Fighting with battle qi? You've picked the wrong person." Yun Yun remembered what had happened the night before. A blush rose on her bright face, then faded, leaving a captivating smile.
Time slowly passed.
Mo Li's stamina began to wane, and his battle qi was mostly depleted.
Chen Mo, on the other hand, was drenched in sweat, but his battle qi surged even stronger with each battle. The previous exertion seemed like a mere drizzle to him.
"How is this possible?" Mo Li frowned deeply. What kind of monster was this?
Yun Hai's voice cracked as he shouted phrases like "Awesome!" and "666!" from his past life.
The female disciples supporting Mo Li looked uneasy.
Mo Li, who had been dominating Chen Mo, was starting to falter.
Chen Mo's condition was beyond Jia Xingtian's expectations.
Indeed, no one would have imagined that a two-star Dou Qi master's Dou Qi reserves were greater than a five-star Dou Qi master's.
Mo Li quickly swallowed a pill to restore his Dou Qi enough to unleash that move. He then said to Chen Mo, "Junior Brother Chen Mo, if this continues, neither of us will gain an advantage. How about we settle this with one move?"
"Okay." Chen Mo nodded. The black tornado was strong, but its strength lay in its defense. Constantly suppressing his defense wasn't Chen Mo's style.
"Then watch closely, Junior Brother, Wind Blast!"
Mo Li took a step to the side.
A howling wind gathered relentlessly at the tip of Mo Li's sword, producing deafening, explosive sounds that rippled through the air.
In that instant, Mo Li closed in on Chen Mo, his longsword trembling, carrying a gust of wind, and swung out with unparalleled force.
"Hah!" Mo Li roared.
"Perfect timing." This head-on confrontation was exactly what Chen Mo wanted.
The Spear of the Underworld thrust out, its tip blazing with purple flames, crackling with lightning. The air around Chen Mo transformed into a ferocious vortex, swallowing the approaching Mo Li.
Clang!
Spear and sword clashed, the longsword shattering, but amplified by the power of the giant elephant, it continued its charge towards Mo Li's chest.
Mo Li was startled, retreating rapidly. He felt the destructive aura emanating from the black spear, an energy that seemed to oppress even his soul.
Under this pressure, Mo Li staggered and fell while retreating.
"I...I concede."
As Mo Li finished speaking, the spear that was about to pierce his heart suddenly stopped.
Just then, the referee's voice rang out, "Chen Mo wins!" (