"I never expected Senior Brother Mo Li to master the Three Thousand Sword Rain, a Mystic Middle-Rank Combat Skill, to such a level that he could split it into a thousand swords."
"I heard that during the training three months ago, Senior Brother Mo Li could only split it into a little over five hundred swords. Yet, in just three months, he's managed to double that. His talent is truly terrifying!"
"Chen Mo must have really provoked Senior Brother Mo Li earlier. He immediately used his trump card."
...
"Ding, Three Thousand Sword Rain, Mystic Middle-Rank Combat Skill. Can be deeply Plundered for 1000 Luck Points, or Plundered as a Combat Skill for 800 Luck Points."
Chen Mo looked up at the sword formation that almost blotted out the sunlight, his expression slightly changing.
This kind of indiscriminate attack was nearly impossible to dodge.
"Mmp, once this competition is over, I must succeed in cultivating the Thousand Thunder Incantation no matter what."
Without any Combat Skill, Chen Mo was forced to rely on close combat, making him an easy target for Mo Li, who was like a mage raining down swords.
"Feeling hopeless?" Mo Li sneered as he saw Chen Mo's expression. "Die!"
With a wave of Mo Li's hand, the sword formation above Chen Mo's head rained down like a storm.
"Hopeless? You underestimate me too much."
Chen Mo stomped his foot, and a surge of Dou Qi erupted from his palm. "Weapons? You're not the only one who has them. Nethergod Spear!"
A black spear instantly materialized in Chen Mo's hand.
As Chen Mo swiftly swung it, the Hell Power summoned by the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength surrounded him, forming a fierce black tornado. The tornado was laced with faint traces of Purple Fire Lightning.
Chen Mo stood at the eye of the black tornado.
A powerful aura erupted from him.
The aura emanating from Chen Mo was felt by everyone in the square, reminiscent of the strength he had displayed during his solo performance.
"Dou Aura Solidification, this is indeed Dou Aura Solidification."
If the giant elephant Chen Mo had manifested during his solo performance had seemed somewhat illusory, this spear was undeniably real.
"Dou Aura Solidification is a technique only Dou Spirit experts can possess. How did he achieve it?"
The disciples erupted in murmurs, and even the elders let out a few exclamations of surprise.
"A weapon derived from a Cultivation Method?" Pill King Gu He's soul force burst from his brow, quickly deciphering the origin of Chen Mo's Nethergod Spear.
Yun Yun's expression remained largely unchanged, as she had already witnessed this power in the Magical Beast Mountain Range.
The black spear in Chen Mo's hand seemed to grant him a significant boost.
"Is this your trump card?" Although Mo Li couldn't fully comprehend the black spear, he didn't believe Chen Mo had the strength of a Dou Spirit. He snorted coldly, "Let's see how you block my Three Thousand Sword Rain."
The dense rain of swords continuously slashed at the black tornado.
Yet, the black tornado stood like an impenetrable fortress. No matter how the swords cut, they couldn't break through Chen Mo's defense.
"He actually blocked it."
"Senior Brother Mo Li's Three Thousand Sword Rain was just blocked. Isn't that spear made of Dou Qi? How is it so sturdy?"
"That 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 long-range Dou Skills, and his movements lack any trace of a Movement Technique." As a peak Dou Emperor, Jia Xingtian not only had rich combat experience but also an extremely sharp eye, immediately spotting Chen Mo's shortcomings.
If this continued, Chen Mo could only passively defend, eventually exhausting his Dou Qi and losing the battle.
In terms of Dou Qi reserves, Chen Mo, a two-star Dou Master, couldn't compare to Mo Li, a five-star Dou Master.
Mo Li was following Jia Xingtian's advice. Although he didn't think he would lose to Chen Mo in close combat, why waste energy on a melee when he could wear Chen Mo down from a distance?
"Dammit," Chen Mo indeed couldn't get close to Mo Li and could only defend passively. He had a way to deal with Mo Li, but that was his last trump card.
Thus, a scene unfolded in the square where Mo Li, using his Movement Technique, circled around Chen Mo, continuously launching long-range Dou Skills.
Meanwhile, Chen Mo could only swing his spear, slash, and dodge.
This was a battle of attrition.
"Trying to outlast me in Dou Qi? You've picked the wrong person." Yun Yun recalled the events of the previous night, her fair cheeks first flushing with a hint of red before it faded, and a charming smile curled at the corners of her lips.
Time passed slowly.
Mo Li's stamina was gradually waning, and his Dou Qi was mostly depleted.
Looking at Chen Mo, he was drenched in sweat, but his Dou Qi seemed to grow more turbulent with each passing moment. The earlier consumption seemed like a mere drizzle to him.
"How is this possible?" Mo Li frowned tightly. What kind of monster was this?
Yun Hai's voice cracked as he shouted words akin to "amazing" and "666" from his past life.
The female disciples supporting Mo Li began to look uneasy.
Because Mo Li, who had been dominating Chen Mo earlier, was now struggling.
Chen Mo's condition was beyond Jia Xingtian's expectations.
Indeed, no one would have thought that a two-star Dou Master's Dou Qi reserves could surpass those of a five-star Dou Master.
Mo Li quickly swallowed an Elixir, restoring enough Dou Qi to unleash his final move, and said to Chen Mo, "Junior Brother Chen Mo, if this continues, neither of us will gain anything. How about we decide the outcome with one final move?"
"Agreed," Chen Mo nodded. Although the black tornado was strong, its strength lay in defense. Constantly being forced to defend wasn't in Chen Mo's nature.
"Then watch closely, Junior Brother—Wind Burst!"
Mo Li stepped diagonally.
A fierce wind howled, continuously gathering at the tip of Mo Li's sword. As it gathered, deafening explosive sounds erupted, causing ripples in the air itself.
In that instant, Mo Li closed in on Chen Mo. His sword trembled, carrying the Wind Burst, and he swung it with an unstoppable force.
"Ha!" Mo Li roared.
"Perfect timing," Chen Mo thought. This kind of head-on clash was exactly what he wanted.
The Nethergod Spear thrust forward, its tip ablaze with Purple Flame, crackling with thunder. The air around Chen Mo turned into a fierce vortex, swallowing Mo Li as he approached.
Clang!
The spear and sword collided, and the sword shattered. With the Giant Elephant Strength enhancing the spear's force, it continued its unstoppable thrust toward Mo Li's chest.
Mo Li was startled and kept retreating. He sensed the destructive aura emanating from the black spear, and a surge of energy exerted a pressure on his very soul.
Under this pressure, Mo Li's retreating figure suddenly stumbled and fell.
"I... I admit defeat."
As Mo Li's words fell, the spear that was about to pierce his heart suddenly came to a halt.
At that moment, the referee's voice rang out, "Chen Mo, victory!"
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