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"Is the Lan Clan sending Mo Yu again?"
When the crowd saw Mo Yu facing Sun Wuji instead of the anticipated Lan Yingying, their mouths fell open in shock.
Tang Hao's expression darkened as he muttered with concern, "The Lan Clan is actually letting Mo Yu compete again. Could this guy also be a prodigy in weapon refinement?"
Hearing this, the elderly swordsman beside him hesitated briefly before shaking his head. "Rest assured. Nephew Wuji is the personal disciple of the Master Zhu Jian. Among fifth-grade weapon refiners, his skills are outstanding.
"Although Mo Yu defeated Tang San with ease, proving his talent, it doesn't mean he is also a monstrous genius in weapon refinement. Your clan is likely safe in this round."
Tang Hao nodded gravely. Though he doubted Mo Yu could simultaneously excel in both combat and weapon refinement, the calm demeanor of the Lan Clan across the arena left him with an unsettling premonition.
At the center of the arena, Sun Wuji's cold gaze swept over Mo Yu. "Defeating Tang San so effortlessly is indeed impressive. Even in the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, you'd be considered a genius.
"But weapon refinement isn't something that can be won with strength alone. I advise you to let Lan Yingying take your place," Sun Wuji said arrogantly.
Mo Yu merely smiled, ignoring his haughty tone. "I hear you're the disciple of a Master Zhu Jian. Let's see if your skills are as impressive as your mouth."
"My teacher's name is not something you can casually invoke," Sun Wuji snapped, his expression cold. "Rest assured, my master is someone you can only look up to in awe. And you? You'll be defeated by me."
"Let's find out," Mo Yu replied, his tone laced with mockery.
Sun Wuji's face darkened as he sneered, "I was going to teach that disciple of Bing Li a lesson, but since you're so insistent, I'll make sure you regret it."
"Bing Li... Could that be Elder Bing?" Mo Yu murmured, his eyes flickering briefly.
Sun Wuji didn't wait for an answer. A green flame erupted from his hand, transforming into a fiery cyan-blue eagle. The intense heat startled the audience, drawing gasps of awe.
"A beast flame? Not bad," Mo Yu commented as he observed the blazing flame in Sun Wuji's hand.
"This is the Blue Eagle Flame, extracted by my master from a sixth-grade magic beast about to break through to the seventh-grade. It's your honor to be defeated by it," Sun Wuji sneered.
He then summoned a black-and-white cauldron that appeared extraordinary and imposing, instantly capturing the attention of the entire crowd.
The young women in the audience gazed at Sun Wuji with admiration, their eyes filled with stars.
Seeing the cyan-blue beast flame and the majestic cauldron, Mo Yu's evaluation of Sun Wuji rose slightly.
Like alchemists, weapon refiners also relied heavily on external tools like flames and cauldrons. Sun Wuji's arrogance likely stemmed not only from his refinement skills but also from the quality of his tools.
"Big sister, do you think Brother Mo Yu can defeat Sun Wuji?" Lan Bingbing asked nervously, holding her sister Lan Yingying's hand.
"Don't worry. Brother Mo Yu once caused an uproar in the Mu Lan Empire as a teenager and established the Hundred Weapons Hall in the Black-Corner Region, a dominant force in weapon trade across the northwest continent.
"I suspect his refinement skills may already rival those of Senior Brother Feng Mu," Lan Yingying replied with a steady gaze.
"Rival Senior Brother Feng Mu?" Lan Bingbing gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
As her sister, she knew Feng Mu was the eldest disciple of Bing Li, a prominent figure in the Weapon Alliance, who became a sixth-grade weapon refiner in his early thirties with potential to ascend the alliance's hierarchy.
For Lan Yingying to claim that Mo Yu's skills were comparable to Feng Mu's implied that Mo Yu might also be a sixth-grade refiner.
Such an achievement at his age was far more astonishing than his earlier victory over Tang San.
"Just watch. Brother Mo Yu refined many top-quality weapons in the Black-Corner Region, including several high-grade sixth-tier weapons.
"I've never seen any sixth-grade refiner in the Hundred Weapons Hall, so I suspect it was Brother Mo Yu himself who crafted them," Lan Yingying said with a smile.
Lan Bingbing stared at Mo Yu in the arena, her eyes wide with awe.
If Mo Yu were not only a terrifyingly talented Seven-Star Dou Huang but also a sixth-grade refiner, he would be a true monster.
Meanwhile, in the Tang family seats, the elderly swordsman nodded in approval at Sun Wuji's display. "Patriarch Tang, rest assured. With Nephew Wuji competing, victory is assured."
Tang Hao nodded with a smile. Weapon refinement was not as common as Dou Qi cultivation due to its rare inheritance.
The Lan Clan couldn't have produced such a formidable refiner out of nowhere, he thought. But his confidence faltered at the sight of what happened next.
In the arena, Mo Yu glanced at the sneering Sun Wuji and raised his hand. A crimson flame infused with lightning surged forth, transforming into a fiery vermilion that roared at the Blue Eagle Flame.
"Boom!"
Under the phoenix's roar, the Blue Eagle Flame quivered and darted back into Sun Wuji's palm as if fleeing for its life.
The audience gasped in shock, their eyes fixed on the crimson flame in Mo Yu's hand.
The fiery phoenix seemed to terrify the Blue Eagle Flame—what kind of terrifying power was this?
In the Tang family seats, Tang Hao stared at the crimson thunder flame, his face darkening. "That Blue Eagle Flame came from a near-seventh-grade beast, one of the finest beast flames.
"But this Mo Yu's flame—what on earth is it?"
The elderly swordsman's expression turned grim. "A flame intertwined with lightning… Perhaps the Nine Dragons Lightning Flame from the Burning Flame Valley?
"However, this flame seems distinct, with lightning as its core and fire as its supplement. It doesn't match the descriptions.
"The world is vast and full of mysteries. It seems this youth possesses a treasure comparable to an Heavenly Flame."
Hearing this, Tang Hao's heart sank. "Damn it! This boy is hiding so many secrets. Could he actually…"
Before he could finish, the elderly swordsman shook his head. "Even so, refining isn't just about the quality of flames.
"With Nephew Wuji's mastery of the Vajra Rainbow Sword, a peak fifth-grade weapon, victory is still likely."
Hearing this, Tang Hao relaxed slightly.
In the arena, Sun Wuji eyed the vermilion flame with dread before sneering and directing his Blue Eagle Flame into the cauldron. The true battle had just begun.
Although Sun Wuji had lost the flame competition to Mo Yu's Vermilion Burning Sky Thunder, the art of weapon refinement was far more intricate. It required more than just superior flames—it also demanded soul strength, precise control, and refined techniques.
As the disciple of a master swordsmith, Sun Wuji had no doubt that he would surpass Mo Yu, who he regarded as an unknown and unworthy opponent.
Concerned that Mo Yu might interfere with his Blue Eagle Flame, Sun Wuji deliberately positioned himself further away, shrouding his entire body in the protective flames.
In the center of the plaza, wrapped in surging fire, Sun Wuji cast a disdainful glance at Mo Yu. With a smirk, he slowly raised his hand. A torrent of vibrant blue flames erupted from his fingers, surging into the furnace before him.
In an instant, the fire roared within the furnace, burning fiercely.
Fixing his gaze on the flames, Sun Wuji flicked his fingers lightly. The prepared materials—diamond ore and magic rock iron—were deftly tossed into the furnace with measured precision.
The Blue Eagle Flame surged, enveloping the materials and initiating an intense process of incineration and refinement.
Sun Wuji's skill was undeniable. As the beloved apprentice of a renowned Master Zhu Jian, his prowess even exceeded that of Meng Yang, the Hall Master of Mo Yu's Hundred Weapons Hall, particularly in the refinement of materials.
Not only was he significantly faster, but his execution also lacked any trace of hesitation or timidity. Despite his youth, Sun Wuji exuded a calm and collected demeanor that was rarely seen outside of seasoned crafting masters.
Witnessing this, Mo Yu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in acknowledgment. Despite Sun Wuji's arrogance, his weapon-refinement techniques were indeed remarkable.
"As expected of a genius from Central Plains. This is not something the Northwest Continent can compare to. If the Yuan Manor wants to grow stronger, relocating to Central Plains must happen sooner rather than later," Mo Yu thought.
While he contemplated, Sun Wuji continued working diligently. Piece by piece, the refined materials were tossed into the furnace. Guided by his soul control, they gradually merged, forming the embryonic shape of a sword.
"A flying sword?" Mo Yu murmured with a hint of surprise, observing Sun Wuji's intended creation. "Among fifth-grade weapons, it's undoubtedly at the pinnacle. No wonder he's confident he can outperform Lan Yingying. His skill justifies his arrogance."
However, a faint smile tugged at Mo Yu's lips. A fifth-grade flying sword might be extraordinary, but it posed no real threat to him.
With a casual wave, Mo Yu summoned an ordinary furnace before him. As his sleeves swished, the crimson thunder flame in mid-air dived down, disappearing into the furnace. The roaring flames quickly raised its temperature.
When Sun Wuji noticed that Mo Yu was using an ordinary furnace, a sneer of disdain flickered across his face.
Mo Yu, unperturbed, remained focused. In his previous life, he had crafted countless weapons with his bare hands, using his palms as a furnace. Though he could no longer achieve such feats in his current state, even with an ordinary furnace, his skill surpassed most weapon refiners.
He shook his head, ignoring Sun Wuji's reaction, and concentrated fully on his task.
Unlike Sun Wuji's bold and expansive weapon refinement techniques, Mo Yu's methods seemed almost mundane, much like the ordinary furnace he used. At a glance, there was nothing striking about his process.
The only notable detail was Mo Yu's precise handling of each material—every step executed with flawless accuracy. Such perfection required exceptional control over soul power.
Among the spectators, Tang Hao furrowed his brow, sensing something unusual about Mo Yu's method. However, the seemingly ordinary materials and unremarkable techniques soon eased his concerns.
Time passed unnoticed as the two continued their crafting.
"You can't beat me, Mo Yu!"
Sun Wuji abruptly raised his head and let out a deep roar. With a sudden slap on his furnace, the lid shot open, and a surge of brilliant blue flames burst forth.
From the center of the flames, a radiant streak of light emerged, tearing through the Blue Eagle Flame.
Amidst the dazzling glow, a supremely sharp sword slowly rose, its chilling edge exuding a lethal aura. With a gesture, Sun Wuji summoned the weapon to his hand.
"Ha-ha! The Vajra Rainbow sword is complete! This is a fifth-grade pinnacle weapon. Let's see how you can compete with this, Mo Yu!"
Sun Wuji's triumphant laughter echoed through the plaza, silencing the spectators momentarily. Then, heated discussions erupted as all eyes fixed on the sword in his hand.
"The Vajra Rainbow sword... A fifth-grade pinnacle weapon of extraordinary quality. It's said that a Dou Wang from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion once used this sword to slay three opponents of the same rank. Even against a Dou Huang, its wielder would be unmatched."
In the Lan Clan's section, Lan Yuan's face darkened. "I can't believe Sun Wuji managed to refined the Vajra Rainbow sword. This is going to be trouble."
Beside him, Lan Bingbing clenched her fists and said firmly, "Father, Brother Mo Yu won't lose!"
Lan Yuan sighed. "It will be extremely difficult for Mo Yu to win unless…"
His words trailed off as he considered the unlikely possibility. Glancing at Mo Yu, who remained calm and composed, Lan Yuan shook his head with a wry smile.
Meanwhile, Lan Yingying grinned confidently. "Don't worry, Father. Junior Brother Mo Yu might just pull off refining a sixth-grade weapon!"
As her words fell, a sudden change occurred in the plaza.
Mo Yu, who had been quiet, now faced his seemingly ordinary furnace. With a cheerful laugh, his voice rang out across the arena.
"A sixth-grade weapon, the Imperial Soul-Seizing Spear—come forth!"
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