Chapter Forty-Four: Battle at Qingtai

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  Chen Xuan did not expect his opponent to be so formidable and didn't want to use a higher level of mystic skill to suppress him, in that case, he could only...

  A cold icy blade, transformed into a dozen or so residual shadows, enveloping Chen Mo inside. If Chen Mo wanted to retreat, he could only jump out of the arena.

  Chen Mo remained unmoved, and his increasingly skilled Thousand Year Old technique was unleashed. Unbeknownst to him, the Thousand Year Old had also reached a minor milestone in its cultivation. If it were to take root in the earth, it would be unshakeable for eternity.

  Clap Clap Clap~

  In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged several moves. With a Golden Vajra Quake Strike, the green stone ground was shattered and flying debris scattered everywhere, his shoulders shook violently like a mountain avalanche, as if a fierce tiger descended from the mountains, swift and merciless, with an aura that spread in all directions.

  Chen Xuan was forced to retreat several steps, his feet tightly gripping the ground, until he collided with the stone lion at the edge of the arena. His face flushed and his breathing quickened.

  "Good." The two elders, Chen Guangbiao, let out a sigh of admiration. It's rare, really rare for Chen Mo to grasp the essence of Jin Gang's fist intent so thoroughly and deeply. Even if he were to use it himself, it would be hard to match Chen Mo's mastery of Jin Gang's intent.

  Witnessing the defeat of their revered young master at the hands of this Chen Mo, a single move that was as solid as gold, made them involuntarily gasp in shock and take in a mouthful of cold air. How could this be possible?

  "It's okay, the young master's true strength hasn't been unleashed yet, he has always been using the ordinary lower-level Wave Palm. I believe the young master will definitely be able to defeat him."

  People who have always lived under the halo of the minority leader, although they were shocked for a moment, quickly recovered and continued to cheer for the minority leader.

  Chen Mo remained calm as still water, looking at Chen Xuan with a light expression.

  "I didn't expect you to make such great progress." Chen Xuan chuckled and patted his sleeve, walking over from the edge of the arena's lock chain. His eyes were filled with suppressed excitement.

  "Chen Xuan, I suggest you'd better not hide your strength." Chen Mo said coldly: "Otherwise, you will lose very badly."

  "Hmm, I originally thought we were of the same generation in the family." Chen Xuan's smile was faint, with a hint of profundity, but his eyes suddenly became sharp as a blade: "I didn't expect you, Chen Mo, to push me to this point. Hmm~"

  A pale blue aura began to fill the entire body, the surrounding air revolved around him, constantly rotating, gradually getting faster and faster, condensing into a green whirlpool. Chen Xuan's body was also spinning in this whirlpool, the surging airflow causing the branches of the trees in the courtyard to shake violently, with dry leaves flying horizontally.

  "Wow!" The crowd in the courtyard couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, never expecting that the young master still had so much strength left.

  "Second Brother!" Seeing Chen Xuan's outburst, He Lian Huo Wu's eyebrows furrowed in concern for Second Brother.

  The gravel around him was sucked into the vortex, instantly crushed to powder. Chen Xuan condensed his strength, his face turned pale, and suddenly he violently kicked the green stone platform, accelerating, a green whirlpool, like a green lightning bolt, rushed towards Chen Mo at high speed, while a loud roar shook the entire arena.

  "What? Wave Dragon Coil? That's a high-ranking mystic technique of the ordinary rank!"

  "He's done for!"

  "He dares to be arrogant and oppose the young master of the clan."

  Chen Xuan was listed by his family as the most talented junior, not only did he have better cultivation resources, but also had a mysterious technique that everyone admired. This move, Wave Dragon Whirl, was personally taught by the patriarch, and after practicing for half a year, he reached the peak of the initial stage. The patriarch was his father, but his talent and diligence were evident to all.

  So being designated as the successor, most people still support him.

  Wave Dragon Whirl, a high-ranking ordinary technique. Chen Xuan's main cultivation technique, after half a year of practice, he had just caught a glimpse of the entrance. If practiced to its peak, what forms that dragon whirl is not airflow, but water flow!

  Chen Mo's specialty was the combat Xuan technique Golden Fist, which belonged to the lower grade of ordinary goods, the lowest level of common goods.

  It is already clear who is stronger and who is weaker.

  This tornado condensed the area of Chen Xuan's one-zhang radius into a huge vortex, carrying extremely destructive power, and approached Chen Mo. Chen Mo had no choice but to grit his teeth and charge forward.

  Chen Xuan may be formidable, but to Chen Mo, who has gone through numerous life-and-death tests, what does this amount to? Life must have goals worth fighting for, even if it's just a breath.

  His eyes blazed with anger, his teeth clenched tightly, a powerful suction force was about to pull him into the vortex. He took a stride with his left leg and stood firmly in a horse stance. Like an ancient green tree, he rooted himself firmly on the bluestone platform.

  Let thunder roll and lightning flash, let torrential rains pour down. I remain unmoved.

  Chen Mo condensed the mysterious energy, as if merging with the earth, and set up a pale green protective shield in front of his body. The fierce vortex slowly devoured this layer of protection, and the two streams of mysterious energy fiercely confronted each other in the air, like two extremely fast opposing air flows, emitting a 'roaring' sound of air vibration.

  Gritting his teeth, he forced all the dark energy in his body into this protective shield.

  Chen Xuan's wave dragon roll was two levels higher than Chen Mo's thousand-year-old green, but relying on Chen Mo's mastery of this move, he still managed to withstand it for a while.

  After all, the gap in their years of cultivation was there, and Chen Mo's Xuan Qi gradually became unsustainable. His face began to turn pale, his breathing became heavy, and sweat started to appear on his forehead, dripping down his cheeks and falling onto the bluestone road with a patter.

  This power is even more advanced than the pinnacle of the High Rank Spirit Master level. Has he already advanced to become a Spirit Grandmaster?

  Chen Mo felt the pressure, the strong airflow had already swallowed his defensive wall bit by bit, and was about to break through it. When it touched his flesh, Chen Xuan let out a series of cold laughs and said: "Heh ~, Chen Mo, you should just admit defeat! You're not my match."

  Chen Mo's teeth were tightly clenched, though he was at a disadvantage, yet he remained silent and unyielding, squeezing out another thread of mysterious energy, firm and unwavering, never compromising.

  "Chen Mo, you've made me look at you in a new light, worthy of respect." Chen Xuan, in the vortex, saw that Chen Mo was already like a strong bowstring, and with just a bit more effort, he would have victory within his grasp. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, and the pale blue mysterious energy filled his entire right arm once again.

  "Frostbite."

  Chen Xuan believed that for Chen Mo, who was already at the end of his strength, this was the last snowflake that would break the camel's back. A hand stretched out from within the whirlwind, its blade shining brightly like a sharp knife edge, and with the force of the rotation, it made a smooth slash from top to bottom, directly shattering the protective shield and slapping Chen Mo squarely in the chest.

  "Ah~" Chen Mo, who had finally reached his limit, suddenly collapsed, and with a "thud thud thud" sound, he continuously retreated backwards. At the same time, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed directly onto the ancient, rustic bluestone bricks on the arena floor. On the ancient and simple bluestone arena, a deep red flower instantly bloomed, emitting an extremely mournful and shrill cry.

  Shaman!

  Chen Mo's pupils constricted, and on Chen Xuan's body, he actually sensed the aura of a Ling Master. The power of that one move was far beyond what a peak Spiritual Disciple could unleash.

  "Zheng Feng, I didn't think you were hiding so deeply." The Great Elder exclaimed: "Xuan Er has actually advanced to a Spiritual Master?"

  "Hehe." Although Chen Zhengfeng was calm, he couldn't help but smile proudly and humbly said: "It's just luck. Xuan Er only advanced a few days ago and is still new to the Spirit Master realm, his foundation isn't stable yet."

  "Even so, it's still more impressive than us old bones." The Second Elder also spoke in praise: "I remember that Xuan Er is only 17 years old this year? Tsk tsk, entering the spiritual realm at 17, his future prospects are boundless. It's not impossible for him to achieve great things in the future."

  "But that Chen Mo is also stunning." The Great Elder's eyes fell on Chen Mo, and he sighed: "I thought he was a congenital leaky body before, but I didn't expect that once he broke through the shackles, he would change suddenly. Zheng Feng, after this battle, you must make up for the grievances he has suffered."

  "The Great Elder said that if he is willing, I will personally instruct him in his cultivation." Chen Zhengfeng nodded solemnly.

  Chen Mo's hands were propped against his knees, and the already somewhat disheveled clothes had a new tear at the chest, which was now soaked with blood. He bent down, panting heavily, his face pale, as drops of blood and sweat fell to the ground, shattered on the stone platform, where they bloomed into flowers of blood.

  "Second Brother!" He Lian Huo Wu's heart ached extremely, but she didn't dare to disturb him, divide his attention, and could only silently pray for him in her heart.

  "Chen Mo, aren't you going to concede yet?" Chen Xuan said with a calm and collected tone.

  Chen Mo slowly raised his waist, his face pale, but his eyes still bright and sharp. He adjusted his breathing. His face was still strong and determined. In this world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, if one cannot be strong, they will eventually be swallowed up.

  What's there to be afraid of if you've been knocked down? Just get back up again.

  Every danger is a kind of growth. Every opponent is one's own whetstone. Growing in struggle. Grinding the mind, firming up faith. And this growth is not something that can be elevated by cultivation.

  Chen Mo's back straightened up like a snow-covered cedar, standing upright under the heavy pressure of thick snow.

  "Please continue to enlighten me, Elder." Chen's pale lips were calm to the extreme, his eyes determined to the utmost. For his older brother, for his family, and for himself. This battle must be fought on.

  What if it's against a Spirit Master?

  "This kid is really asking for trouble."

  "Is it because you took the wrong medicine? You've vomited so much blood, don't you want to live?"

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  "Second Brother?" He Lian Huo's eyes welled up with tears streaming down. She knew how much Second Brother yearned for that 'Nourishing Pulse Pill', even if it meant risking his own life. Now, she only hoped that Second Brother wouldn't get into trouble.

  The elderly men sitting at the edge of the field were deeply impressed by Chen Mo's unyielding character, but they also shook their heads in dismay, thinking that he was being too reckless with his life.

  "Very well, very well. I admire your courage, and to show my respect for you, I will defeat you with the strongest power." Chen Xuan's eyes, warm as jade, burst out with a sharp aura that captivated people's hearts.

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