Chapter 189: Pipi Xiang and Shadow.
"What a powerful force!"
The next moment, Xuan Mo clenched his right fist and slammed it down onto Jin Sanqian's body, sending him flying.
However, as he sent Jin Sanqian flying, Xuan Mo's expression changed slightly, as he felt himself stagnant, unable to move for a moment.
"What's going on? Could it be..."
A flicker of suspicion crossed Xuan Mo's eyes, and his gaze naturally fell on Jin Sanqian, who had been sent flying.
At this moment, Jin Sanqian, in mid-air, did not fall directly to the ground as he had expected, but continued to spin in mid-air, accelerating.
Then, his only millennium spirit ring attached itself to him, instantly emitting a brilliant purple glow. "Spiral Missile!" Only then did Xuan Mo's expression turn serious, though of course, there was also a subtle hint of excitement and admiration.
"Good!"
Feeling he could move again, his "Taotie Battle Body" instantly activated, enveloping Xuan Mo in a purple-black glow.
Facing the incoming attack from Jin Sanqian, Xuan Mo met it head-on, extending his hands and firmly placing his palms against Jin Sanqian's incoming body.
"What?! My soul power is draining!"
Xuan Mo felt the unstoppable power of Jin Sanqian's third soul skill, and his lips curled slightly at the sound of his voice.
"Sanqian, it looks like our battle is over. But I must say, I'm very pleased with your current strength!"
As Xuan Mo finished his words, Jin Sanqian, who had been held in Xuan Mo's grasp, was instantly thrown into the air.
"Prepare for the fight!"
Xuan Mo's third soul ring illuminated, a powerful force attached to his right fist, and he swung it forward.
"Bang!"
The fist impacted Jin Sanqian, but instead of being knocked to the ground immediately, he remained suspended in mid-air, locked in a stalemate with Xuan Mo's attack. The flesh on Jin Sanqian's stomach rippled from the blow.
In less than three breaths, Xuan Mo's right fist trembled slightly, and a surge of force emanated from it once again.
This time, Jin Sanqian was truly unable to resist. He was knocked unconscious by the force and then slammed into the stone wall outside the ring by Xuan Mo.
"Sanqian, you've been quite impressive in these past seven years..."
At this moment, Xuan Mo didn't look at the figure he had sent flying. Instead, he glanced at his hands, which had just taken Jin Sanqian's attack, causing them to tremble slightly. He clenched his fists and regained his composure.
However, upon seeing Team Barak's next move, his previously calm face furrowed again.
...
At this moment, in Team Barak's stands, seeing Jin Sanqian's collision with the wall and subsequent unconsciousness, the rest of Team Barak, with the exception of Wilda, who already had a close relationship with Jin Sanqian, and Barlotlade, who watched coldly, were all gloating over the misfortune.
However, Lofuki's expression, which had initially gloated, now morphed into something unpleasant.
This wasn't just because Xuan Mo and Jin Sanqian's fight had been significantly longer than his own. It was also because Lofuki himself, having just witnessed Wilda at that moment, was about to move forward to help Jin Sanqian up.
"Wilda! Stop right there!"
Just as Wilda was about to approach Jin Sanqian to help him up, he suddenly heard Lofuki's sarcastic, cold shout from behind, freezing him in place.
Before Wilda could even turn around, Lofuki's voice echoed again, "If you don't go up and fight that traitor, your family will..."
"Damn you!"
Wilda clenched his fists, but then he saw that Jin Sanqian had slowly regained consciousness and was unharmed. This time, he felt relieved. After silently cursing Lofuki, he reluctantly stepped onto the ring.
This time, the referee seemed concerned that Xuan Mo's long conversation would recur, so as soon as Wilda took the stage, he announced the start of the match, giving Wilda no time to prepare.
"That's unnecessary!"
Xuan Mo opened his mouth, but before he could utter a single word, the referee had already announced the start.
"Mozi, my apologies."
As Wilda's spirit possessed him, his figure turned completely black, and then he seemed to vanish from the spot.
"Holy crap, that guy is invisible!?"
Ma Hongjun leaned against the railing, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at Wilda in the ring.
"So, can Brother Mo really fight? After all, he can't see?"
Oscar rested his chin on one hand, a hint of worry in his eyes, but that worry didn't last a second before a slap hit him on the back of the head.
"You idiot, brat! There's a ten-level difference between Mo and that other kid. How could he possibly be defeated?"
Just as Zhao Wuji was lecturing Oscar, Tang San noticed something and pointed at the ring, saying, "Look carefully."
Hearing Tang San's words, the Shrek crowd's attention was immediately drawn, and they all looked over. They saw a dark shadow floating on the ground of the ring.
"What's going on?"
The master pinched his nose and offered his assessment. "This is probably the characteristic of the young man's martial spirit. But since Xuan Mo is his good friend, he should know all this."
...
At the same time, Wilda, possessed by the martial spirit, lurked in the shadows and immediately unleashed his first soul skill, "Shadow Strike."
Wilda knew that Xuan Mo's knowledge of him meant he had no secrets, so sneak attacks and assassinations, as he had always done in battle, were completely ineffective. He had to resort to direct confrontation.
The distance between them, halfway between the two sides, was swiftly closed as Wilda unleashed his first soul skill, and he was instantly in front of Xuan Mo.
The next moment, Wilda flashed behind Xuan Mo, a dark, shimmering light emanating from his body. A shadow blade, seemingly one foot and two inches long, appeared in his hand.
This was the result of his first soul skill, "Shadow Strike."
After slashing out with the shadow blade, Wilda's body completely vanished into the black light. As if body and blade were one, Wilda charged straight for the back of Xuan Mo's neck.
"Well done!"
Lofuki, who was at the back, couldn't help but screamed when he saw that Wilda was about to kill Xuan Mo, "It seems that I have misjudged Wilda. He is not the same kind of person as that traitor."
Then he turned his head to Jin Sanqian, hoping to see fear on his face, but seeing Jin Sanqian's indifferent expression, Lofuki was disappointed.
At the same time, Shrek also became nervous. People like Flanders and Zhao Wuji were ready to go, because they felt from the young man that he had absolutely no reservations in that blow, but was going all out.
At this moment, on the ring, Wilda, who was stabbing Xuan Mo, also tightened his grip, but was not worried at all.
Because Wilda knew that at this angle, he launched his first soul skill, which seemed to be an unavoidable killing move, but for Xuan Mo in front of him, it was not enough.
"Ding..."
With a crisp sound, Wilda's shadow blade had already stabbed Xuan Mo...
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