Chapter 421: Seventh on the Xuanlei Ranking, Identity Exposed
"How is this possible? It's actually a Three-Color Weapon Thunder!"
Qiu Yuanqiao's face turned ashen as he stared at the five-colored thunderclouds in the sky. His gaze quickly shifted to Mo Yu, filled with icy malice, and his fists clenched tightly, producing a grinding sound.
Victory, which had been within his grasp, was utterly shattered by the other party. How could this not enrage him?
The moment the three-colored thunderclouds appeared, Qiu Yuanqiao realized that the champion's position had slipped away from him.
"Huff, huff..."
Heavy breaths escaped from Qiu Yuanqiao's nose. His gaze toward Mo Yu radiated with even more intense killing intent.
However, just as his killing intent reached its peak, a cold gaze suddenly swept over him, causing his intent to collapse instantly. He shifted his gaze and saw Old Bing on the high platform, staring at him icily.
Qiu Yuanqiao's lips twitched slightly, and he quickly regained his composure, suppressing the killing intent in his heart. He knew that if he had dared to attack Mo Yu earlier, the members of the Weapon Alliance would have surely killed him on the spot!
"Boy, don't get too cocky. The weapon-forging tournament isn't over yet. You think you can withstand the Three-Color Weapon Thunder with your strength? That's just wishful thinking!"
Qiu Yuanqiao, being a cunning individual, suppressed his fury and glanced at the enormous three-colored thunderclouds in the sky before sneering.
Enduring the Weapon Thunder was also considered a part of the tournament. An eighth-tier weapon was immensely powerful, triggering the forces of heaven and earth to destroy it. If the weapon forger couldn't protect their weapon, it would be destroyed. Thus, enduring the Weapon Thunder and preserving the weapon was also a final test.
The strength of the Weapon Thunder increased with the quality of the weapon. Even powerful warriors wouldn't take the Three-Color Weapon Thunder lightly.
From Qiu Yuanqiao's perspective, Mo Yu was only at the Douzong (Battle Sect) level. Although he had many techniques, withstanding the Weapon Thunder was no easy feat.
If Mo Yu failed and his weapon was destroyed by the thunder, he wouldn't only lose the champion title but would also be disqualified from the tournament. After all, how could he compete without a weapon?
Hearing Qiu Yuanqiao's mocking words, the noisy crowd quieted down slightly. They realized that Mo Yu's true strength was only at the Douzong level. Although impressive, it seemed lacking in the face of the powerful Three-Color Weapon Thunder.
Many exchanged concerned glances. Could it be that after overcoming so many challenges, Mo Yu would be forced to his demise at this crucial moment?
"This guy still won't give up," Lan Yingying muttered, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Although she had faith in Mo Yu, the power of the Three-Color Weapon Thunder was undeniably immense. She couldn't help but feel worried that one misstep could lead to disaster in these final moments.
Amid the concerned gazes of the crowd, Mo Yu merely smiled. He looked up at the three-colored thunderclouds in the sky, and the smile on his lips deepened.
For other weapon forgers, this might be a catastrophic event requiring a lot of help to endure.
But for Mo Yu, it was more like a rare, nourishing medicine.
"This small matter doesn't need your concern," Mo Yu said calmly.
Seeing Mo Yu's composed demeanor, Qiu Yuanqiao assumed he was bluffing. The sneer on his face grew colder as he said, "Very well. I'll watch closely to see how you handle the Three-Color Weapon Thunder with your strength today!"
Mo Yu smiled and lifted his head, staring at the surging thunderclouds, which occasionally crackled with radiant lightning, illuminating the world like daylight.
Judging by the intensity of the thunder, the Three-Color Weapon Thunder was indeed terrifying. No wonder Qiu Yuanqiao was so eager to watch him fail.
But, what Qiu Yuanqiao didn't know was that Mo Yu was born to control lightning!
With a chuckle, Mo Yu leaped into the air, and with a swift motion, the newly upgraded Divine Might Black Thunder Spear appeared in his hand.
At this moment, the spear seemed like a weapon forged from a pool of lightning, shrouded in a faint mist of spiritual energy. It even faintly took the form of a black thunder dragon.
The black thunder dragon, full of vitality, let out a deafening roar as dazzling lightning exploded like a sun in the sky.
Countless gazes turned toward Mo Yu, staring at the terrifyingly powerful Divine Might Black Thunder Spear with a fiery glint in their eyes.
The difference between a seventh-tier and an eighth-tier weapon was like night and day. Even those unfamiliar with weapon forging could easily discern the gap—this difference was the weapon's spirit.
Weapons below the seventh tier, though powerful, were lifeless. But eighth-tier weapons possessed their own spirit, earning the name "spirit weapons."
The Divine Might Black Thunder Spear had clearly developed its spirit after advancing to the eighth tier.
Holding the spear, Mo Yu felt an overwhelming surge of confidence, like an unstoppable river flowing through him.
Mo Yu's sudden movement immediately attracted the attention of the crowd. However, when they saw that he intended to face the thunderclouds alone, their initial excitement quickly turned to disappointment. Did he really expect to handle the terrifying Three-Color Weapon Thunder by himself?
Qiu Yuanqiao's face showed a sneer of disdain. "How could this boy, with his mere Douzong strength, possibly withstand the Three-Color Weapon Thunder?"
Ignoring the ridicule, Mo Yu smiled coldly and gently stroked the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear. At the same time, he seemed to summon something deep within him.
"This time, I'll rely on you."
Having prepared, Mo Yu looked up again and, with a booming laugh, shouted at the roaring thunderclouds, "Come at me!"
As if responding to Mo Yu's laugh, the thunderclouds surged even more violently. The deafening rumble of thunder filled the sky as massive bolts of lightning danced within the clouds.
Suddenly, the thunderclouds shrank, and a three-colored lightning bolt shot out like a giant serpent, tearing through the sky with a terrifying crackling sound, heading straight for Mo Yu.
"Bring it on!"
Mo Yu smiled as the thunder finally struck. Holding his black dragon-shaped spear, he raised it high, piercing toward the sky as if aiming to tear the heavens apart.
In the next instant, Mo Yu, spear in hand, charged headfirst into the powerful lightning, shocking everyone present.
"Sigh..."
A wave of sighs swept through the crowd.
"Foolish boy," Qiu Yuanqiao mocked with a sinister laugh. However, before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly changed.
To his shock, Mo Yu, after being struck by the three-colored lightning, showed no signs of serious injury. Instead, as the lightning crackled around him, his aura began to grow stronger!
"He's absorbing the power of the lightning?!"
Qiu Yuanqiao's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Mo Yu's strange behavior. This was unlike anything he had ever heard of!
"No wonder he was so confident—this boy has some strange ability. Who exactly is he?!"
Qiu Yuanqiao's expression turned dark with confusion. The Weapon Alliance didn't have the same deep foundations as the Pill Tower, so when had such a monstrous genius emerged from their ranks?
While Qiu Yuanqiao was left bewildered, Lan Yingying and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't understand how Mo Yu could possess such an ability, it was clear that he had passed the final test. The title of champion now belonged to him.
On the high platform, a beautiful woman smiled and softly said, "This young man certainly has a lot of tricks. He can absorb the power of thunder. Bing Lao, where did you find such a disciple?"
The dark-skinned elder let out a chuckle. "Qiu Yuanqiao must be fuming now. If it hadn't been for Mo Yu's intervention, the champion title would've gone to that old scoundrel, and the reputation of the Weapon Alliance would've taken a huge hit."
Old Bing smiled meaningfully and nodded. "Young man, I owe you one for this."
In contrast to the joy of many, a master swordsmith in the crowd watched Mo Yu's thunder-imbued form with an increasingly cold expression. His old eyes flashed with a dangerous glint...
Meanwhile, the thunderbolts continued to strike Mo Yu's body, flooding him with dazzling silver lightning. The countless tiny serpents of electricity snaked over his skin and burrowed into his body.
The overwhelming power of the thunder surged into a specific part of Mo Yu's body, causing him to radiate with strength.
From a distance, Mo Yu appeared like a god of thunder, suspended in the air. Within a ten-meter radius, lightning crackled and flashed, making those watching feel chills run down their spines.
"This Weapon Thunder is indeed a form of heavenly lightning. Perfect nourishment for the 'Nine Heavens Thunder,' ranked seventh on the Xuanlei Ranking!"
Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back, allowing the Nine Heavens Thunder within him to absorb most of the three-colored lightning. With his powerful body, the supposedly devastating Weapon Thunder was hardly a challenge for him.
The moment Mo Yu faced the Three-Color Weapon Thunder, he had already formulated a plan—to use his Nine Heavens Thunder to counter it.
The Nine Heavens Thunder, born from the skies after absorbing countless bolts of heavenly lightning, was ranked seventh on the Xuanlei (Mystic Thunder) Ranking. It possessed a terrifying, unpredictable power as vast as nature itself.
Since the Weapon Thunder was a form of heavenly lightning, Mo Yu realized it was the perfect opportunity.
Not only could he withstand the Weapon Thunder, but he could also use it to enhance the Nine Heavens Thunder. A win-win situation!
In the sky, the thunder roared continuously as the three-colored thunderclouds spewed increasingly powerful bolts of lightning, all striking Mo Yu.
For a full ten minutes, the terrifying thunderbolts rained down, but fortunately, they caused no harm to Mo Yu. Instead, they strengthened his aura.
The Weapon Thunder raged for ten minutes before it finally began to subside. The energy within the clouds slowly faded, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the dense thunderclouds gradually dispersed.
As the fearsome Weapon Thunder retreated, Mo Yu realized, to his satisfaction, that the Nine Heavens Thunder within him had grown at an astonishing rate.
"No wonder the Three-Color Weapon Thunder is so powerful. The Nine Heavens Thunder has already reached maturity!"
Feeling the greatly enhanced Mystic Thunder within him, Mo Yu was momentarily taken aback before a smile of joy appeared on his face.
The energy contained within the Three-Color Weapon Thunder was terrifying. Even a Dou Zun (Battle Venerate) warrior might be killed by absorbing it.
But Mo Yu, with the Mystic Thunder inside him, not only withstood the thunder but absorbed it as well—something that would be unthinkable to most!
In fact, Mo Yu was even eager for more Weapon Thunder to descend.
If an even stronger Weapon Thunder appeared, perhaps he could push the Nine Heavens Thunder to its peak!
However, Mo Yu quickly dismissed the thought. The Three-Color Weapon Thunder alone wasn't enough to fully enhance the Nine Heavens Thunder. He estimated that he would need a Seven-Color Weapon Thunder for that.
As Mo Yu calculated the energy needed to further boost the Nine Heavens Thunder, on the high platform, Old Bing smiled and stepped forward.
He slowly scanned the sky and then fixed his gaze on the slim figure.
Seeing this, the audience realized what was happening. The weapon-forging tournament's champion had been decided. All eyes were on Mo Yu, burning with anticipation.
"Damn it!"
The angriest of all was, of course, Qiu Yuanqiao. The champion title had slipped from his grasp, and he had been mocked by a mere youngster. How could the famous master of both alchemy and weaponry in Central State not be infuriated?
However, despite his rage, there was nothing he could do. All he could do was watch as the highest honor—the champion title—firmly landed on Mo Yu's head.
"Spiritual weapons reign supreme. Now, the strongest weapon in this tournament has been born, and its master is the champion of this year's tournament. He is…"
Old Bing smiled as he looked at Mo Yu. Just as he was about to announce the winner, a cold voice interrupted him.
"Wait!"
A figure stepped forward. It was the master swordsmith, pointing a trembling, aged hand at Mo Yu. His eyes were filled with cold, murderous intent as he declared:
"The one responsible for my apprentice's death has no right to be crowned the champion of this tournament!"
(End of the Chapter)
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