"Isn't this her ultimate move?" Chen Mo was slightly stunned. He knew that Nalan Yanran had a powerful technique called "Pinnacle of Wind - Sunset Radiance," which she had used against Xiao Yan in the novel.
Could it be that the time hasn't come yet, and she hasn't mastered it?
While Chen Mo was still in shock, several azure Wind Blades had already arrived before his eyes.
Chen Mo's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly raised his spear to defend.
After several consecutive slashes, he barely managed to block all the Wind Blades.
However, Chen Mo was also pushed back several steps by the force of the Wind Blades.
But it wasn't over yet. As soon as Chen Mo blocked the attack, another skill was launched.
"Thousand Wind Force."
At this moment, Chen Mo realized that Nalan Yanran had chained these two Dou Skills together.
Chen Mo was forced to retreat repeatedly, and his Dou Qi Gauze Armor was crisscrossed with cuts from the Wind Blades.
Just as he thought he could catch his breath, Nalan Yanran, taking advantage of her superior Movement Technique, appeared in front of Chen Mo in an instant.
Her five fingers clenched into a fist, and a faint azure Dou Qi surged on her fist. Before Chen Mo could react, she slammed it heavily into his chest.
Chen Mo's body was sent flying like a kicked ball.
Did you think it was over at this point?
No, it had just begun.
Nalan Yanran flashed forward again, appearing behind Chen Mo before he could even hit the ground.
Another heavy punch.
Chen Mo was sent flying in the opposite direction.
This cycle repeated several times. Just as Nalan Yanran thought Chen Mo had no strength left to resist and was about to knock him out of the arena,
Chen Mo's left hand suddenly grabbed Nalan Yanran's wrist.
"Now, it's my turn," Chen Mo said with a slightly swollen face, revealing a somewhat comical smile. "Giant Elephant Strength."
His right fist clenched, and he punched with all his might.
Just as he was about to strike, he noticed the two prominent mounds. His fist hesitated for a brief moment, and then he pulled her wrist toward his left side, redirecting his fist upward to land a solid blow on her back.
"Phew, I almost destroyed that beautiful scenery."
The terrifying force sent Nalan Yanran flying like a kite with its string cut, her delicate body soaring into the air.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd in the square, Chen Mo tightened his grip on his spear, stomped the ground with both feet, and leaped into the air. Purple Flame surged on his spear as he swung it down toward Nalan Yanran's flower-like figure.
The faint azure Dou Qi Gauze Armor on her body was shattered like foam in an instant.
Her delicate body fell like a meteor from the sky.
"Chen Mo, that guy, really doesn't know how to cherish beauty."
"Senior Sister Nalan is so beautiful, yet he could still strike her."
"Isn't this too brutal?"
Below the arena, some disciples criticized Chen Mo as if he had committed some heinous crime.
"It does seem a bit excessive," Chen Mo thought, feeling conflicted about whether he had gone too far.
In the arena, as Nalan Yanran fell like a meteor, her body mysteriously floated just half a meter above the ground before landing safely, completely unharmed.
The disciples who had been criticizing earlier breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
Nalan Yanran frowned slightly, looking at Chen Mo, whose face was no longer handsome, and said coldly, "You held back."
This made Nalan Yanran very unhappy. She hadn't held back against Chen Mo, and she didn't want him to hold back against her either.
"For the sake of my future happiness, how could I hold back?" Chen Mo silently thought, not responding to Nalan Yanran's words.
Instead, he held a spear in one hand and gestured towards Nalan Yanran with the other, his fingers beckoning her.
It was a blatant provocation.
Seeing this, some disciples who secretly admired Nalan Yanran immediately began cursing under their breaths.
"This guy is just asking for a beating."
On the high platform, Yun Yun, who had initially been worried about Chen Mo, felt a surge of irritation upon seeing his cheeky demeanor. She couldn't help but feel the urge to give him a good thrashing.
Nalan Yanran, expressionless, stared at Chen Mo for a long moment before finally making her move.
Her jade-like hands slowly untied the green ribbon that bound her long, flowing hair. With a casual flick, her hair cascaded down like moonlight, reaching all the way to her waist.
As the sun set in the west, casting its golden rays, her actions seemed to herald the end of the battle.
"Senior Sister Nalan, is she about to get serious?" Yun Hai, recognizing the familiar stance, commented.
"Could it be that Yan Ran plans to use that move on Chen Mo?" Yun Yun was momentarily stunned. Just two days ago, she had personally guided Nalan Yanran in refining that Dou Skill, helping her overcome its weaknesses.
"Is she really going to reveal her trump card now? That kid, though talented, is far from being worthy of her using that move," Gu He remarked. In his eyes, Nalan Yanran could easily defeat Chen Mo without resorting to such a powerful technique.
Around them, Fa Ma and the others, overhearing the whispered conversation, looked puzzled, unsure of what they were discussing.
In the center of the square, as Nalan Yanran's hair cascaded down, she slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her hair began to float and dance as if moved by an unseen wind.
Her body, without any visible force, began to levitate.
The energy around her surged violently as she rose, and waves of faint green ripples emanated from her body, spreading outward.
Finally, her sword lowered, pointing diagonally at Chen Mo. At that moment, the sword trembled, and the remaining sunlight seemed to converge onto the blade.
In an instant, the sword blazed with light, resembling a crimson sun.
She looked at Chen Mo, her red lips parting slightly. "As you wish."
Indeed, Nalan Yanan had interpreted Chen Mo's gesture as a sign that he wasn't holding back either.
So, she decided to skip the intermediate moves and directly unleashed her ultimate technique.
"Pinnacle of Wind, Sunset Radiance."
With a fierce shout, the crimson energy on Nalan Yanran's sword erupted violently. A wave of sword energy, capable of incinerating everything in its path, descended from the sky, enveloping Chen Mo.
"So it's the final move of the Pinnacle of Wind," Fa Ma and the others suddenly realized, their expressions filled with shock. "I never expected her to have mastered even this technique."
Mo Li, feeling the immense gap between them, seemed to understand why Nalan Yanran had always been so indifferent towards him.
His resolve grew even stronger.
"Gulp." Yun Hai swallowed hard. Chen Mo was in for a rough time.
Chen Mo stared at the sword energy that covered half the square, his heart filled with awe. Seeing it in person was far more spectacular than any description in a novel.
With such a display, could his final trump card even withstand it?
But there was no choice. For the sake of the mission, he had to give it his all.
Chen Mo gritted his teeth, and a bottle containing Amethyst Origin appeared in his hand. He poured it all into his mouth, and the already surging purple energy around his body flared up once again.
"Thunder Giant Elephant."
With a low roar, Chen Mo channeled all his energy into the Nethergod Spear in his hand. The spear trembled violently, to the point where even Chen Mo himself could barely hold onto it.
He then hurled it with all his might towards the sword energy above.
"Boom."
An ancient giant elephant materialized on the spear, its body entwined with Purple Flame, accompanied by overwhelming thunder. Beneath its feet, it trampled an endless hell, where demons howled and devils roared in fury.
This move was the Hell-Suppressing Might that he had almost mastered that day in the back mountain.
Now, Chen Mo had just begun to grasp its essence.
(End of Chapter)