Chapter 190: Barlotreid Takes Action.
"It didn't even hurt him!"
Just as Wilda's shadow blade pierced Xuan Mo's neck, the same purple-black light that had appeared before enveloped Xuan Mo's entire body again, causing him to only spark.
"Huh! Luckily, Brother Mo has excellent defense, otherwise..."
Ma Hongjun in the stands wiped away the cold sweat dripping from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiao Ao, didn't you say that guy was Lao Mo's good friend? Then why would he kill Lao Mo!?"
Seeing that Xuan Mo was safe, Dai Mubai, the most impatient of the group, immediately set his sights on Oscar, who had just recovered, and questioned him.
"This... I..."
Oscar faltered, but Tang San's words immediately broke him out. "I don't think that Soul Master intended to kill Brother Mo."
"Xiao San, what do you mean?"
Seeing Tang San speak for a Soul Master he'd never met before immediately drew a sliver of displeasure from Dai Mubai. Just as he was about to complain about Tang San, Liu Erlong interrupted him.
"Because that Soul Master had no killing intent."
Liu Erlong looked at the arena. "He must have been very confident in his attack just now."
"Confident about what?"
"Of course he couldn't hurt that Xuan Mo brat."
Meanwhile, compared to the situation on Shrek's side, Lovki's expression was even less cheerful . "Damn it! Is Wilda trying to be a traitor too? How could he fail?"
A hoarse quack emanated from Lovki's mouth, his face ferocious, revealing his madness. Even his three lackeys retreated in fear at his appearance.
Jin Sanqian, however, remained expressionless, yet deep within him was a deep disdain for Lovki's demeanor.
"Wilda, your attack still isn't working."
Xuan Mo rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Wilda, who had fallen in front of him. "Since you've already attacked me, you must prepare for a crushing defeat."
"Then please teach me."
Wilda bowed slightly to Xuan Mo, his eyes flashing with unprecedented seriousness and caution. Only after spending time with Xuan Mo back then could one truly understand his terrifying nature and the shadow he cast on both of them.
The next moment, Xuan Mo's figure vanished from the spot, then suddenly appeared behind Wilda, his legs raised high, slashing down like a battle axe.
For Wilda, who had been prepared, dodging Xuan Mo's attack wasn't difficult. The real challenge lay in how to withstand the next attack.
As Xuan Mo's leg struck down fiercely, Wilda's second soul ring illuminated, switching positions with his own shadow. The final strike from Xuan Mo's leg was caused by Wilda transforming his body into a shadow, passing through it.
However, Xuan Mo didn't stop his attack, knowing that no other spirit skill could be so abnormal, and that Wilda's second spirit skill must have a flaw.
As expected, with a cold sneer on his lips, Xuan Mo raised his fist and struck down again.
This time, however, it wasn't the illusory shadow he struck, but Wilda, who had just transformed from his spirit "shadow" into his original form.
Immediately afterwards, an illusory figure flew backwards, floating ten meters away.
As it flew backward, it could be seen that the illusory form gradually became a solid object. The person who was sent flying was undoubtedly Wilda.
However, Wilda didn't stop his movements, demonstrating his true ability to adapt to the circumstances of an unpredictable battle.
As Xuan Mo noticed, Wilda's entire body suddenly floated in the air and began to expand.
"Mozi, my second soul skill isn't that simple."
As Wilda's voice rang out, his swollen body instantly swapped places with his shadow. The shadow beneath Wilda twisted and lifted off the ground, forming a shadow body identical to Wilda himself. It then rapidly distanced itself from the original form.
This was Wilda's true second soul skill, Shadow Clone. This clone, created from Wilda's own shadow, was not only immune to damage but also capable of attacking.
Wilda could even swap positions with any part of his original form, or even his entire body.
Wilda's second soul skill, Shadow Clone, seemed like child's play to Xuan Mo, who had seen Zhu Zhuqing's fourth soul skill.
"Wilda, have you forgotten my first soul skill?"
Before Wilda could fully react, Xuan Mo raised his eyes slightly. Under the influence of the "Power of the Earth," the rock and earth gradually enveloped his body, rapidly rising until he stopped five meters, gazing down at Wilda and his shadow.
"Oh no! I was careless!"
"You'll pay the price for your carelessness."
"Whoosh!"
Xuan Mo swung the giant's arm, the powerful force directly driving the surrounding wind. Despite the huge size of the rock giant, its speed was not slow at all.
"Bang!"
Xuan Mo's two huge fists smashed down, completely negating the distance Wilda had just opened.
Xuan Mo's fist then landed on both Wilda's body and shadow just as Wilda reacted.
In fact, as long as Wilda's body and shadow clone were attacked simultaneously, no matter how quickly he shifted the positions of his body and shadow, it would all be in vain.
"Bang!"
With a roar, Wilda was directly punched back by Xuan Mo's rock fist, flying out of the ring.
Just as Wilda, like Jin Sanqian, was about to crash into the stand wall, a blood-red figure leaped down from the Barak Academy stands and caught Wilda.
"Senior..."
"Go down and rest first. His next opponent will be me." Barlotlade looked at Xuan Mo on the ring, who had freed the rock giant, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Alright." Falling to the ground, Wilda struggled to his feet. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd and as the referee announced the result, he saluted Xuan Mo. "Mozi, thank you so much for this fight. I've gained quite a bit."
Xuan Mo waved at Wilda, but his attention remained fixed on Barlot Rider.
"Rider! Beat up that traitorous fellow, and then avenge my extinction!"
"Shut up!"
Rider, slowly approaching the ring, suddenly turned upon hearing Lovki's words and interrupted him with a stern rebuke.
Clearly, to Rider, academy status was of little importance. His primary reason for participating in the tournament was simply to fulfill his bet with Xuan Mo and fight him again. Therefore, Lovki was completely unimportant to him.
"I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon," Rider's lips curled slightly. His hand slid across the storage soul guide, and a sharp blade suddenly appeared in his palm.
"What's he going to do? Hasn't this round of competition started yet? Is he planning to start early?"
"That's not right. Aren't other weapons prohibited in competition?"
Under everyone's surprised gaze, Reid slowly raised the blade in his hand...
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