kvmb Chapter 105 Mo Ziyu
Chapter 105 Mo Ziyu
Seeing this situation, Han Feng did not retreat, but instead swung out with a palm.
"Oh!"
Accompanied by a loud bang, Han Feng took a half step back with a serious expression.
As expected of a late Lingxuan realm cultivator, he was much stronger than him. However, he would not admit defeat.
He paused, and was seen holding a long sword in his hand, with his flowing black hair swaying in the wind.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The sound of swords colliding continued in mid-air, and the two men were fighting to the death.
On the other side, Mo Ziyu tightly grasped a dark long sword, his face full of indifference.
"Shen Yifeng, your strength is lower than mine. Either you admit defeat or I beat you down."
"Brother Mo is so arrogant. I, Shen Yifeng, have never admitted defeat. I will only fight once."
"Okay, let's fight."
Along with his voice, a domineering spiritual power surged on the ring.
Shen Yifeng looked nervous, his punch contained spiritual power, and his figure rushed out like the wind.
"Wind and Thunder Fist!"
He shouted loudly, and the power of thunder and lightning surrounded his fist.
"Sky-Splitting Sword Technique!" Relying mainly on spiritual power, the sword energy has the power to sweep across thousands of troops.
"Oh!"
With a loud bang, the sword light and fist light turned into nothingness, Shen Yifeng was knocked away, and blood flowed down from his shoulder.
"So strong!" Shen Yifeng's face changed. He didn't expect that he was so strong.
Yes, this Mo Ziyu is a genius. Although his strength is not high, his aura that can shock people is definitely not low. Long Li's eyes were filled with approval. After watching the game for so long, there is finally a decent one.
Mo Ziyu's eyes turned cold, and in an instant he came to Shen Yifeng's side and swung a sword.
Seeing this, Shen Yifeng slapped out his palm, trying to repel Mo Ziyu's attack.
"Oh!"
With a loud bang, Mo Ziyu waved his hand and slapped Shen Yifeng. Before Shen Yifeng could react, he was slapped away.
"puff!"
Blood was splattering all over the sky and he was spitting blood.
"boom!"
He rolled directly down to the stage.
At the same time, Han Feng was kicked away by Zhang Minghe and fell directly to the ground.
"Zhang Minghe won, Mo Ziyu won, and now they are competing for the last spot to go to the Phoenix Secret Realm."
Mo Yuan flew onto the stage and announced.
"Brother, who do you think will win?"
Long Li raised her eyebrows and smiled. In her opinion, Mo Ziyu would win.
Long Jiuxiao pondered for a moment, "It's hard to say. The two are at the same level. It depends on who has more combat experience, stronger weapons, and more powerful skills."
"But, I think this Mo Ziyu will win."
"Li'er, why do you feel so?"
"Momentum, this Mo Ziyu has a strong momentum, and the determination to never give up is not comparable to Zhang Minghe."
"Senior Brother Mo is the direct disciple of the Great Law Enforcement Elder. He is aloof and arrogant, never getting close to others, and is a weird person."
Long Jiuxiao introduced patiently. Because Lan Yutong was closer to him, he knew a little about Mo Ziyu. The rest of the time, Mo Ziyu was practicing and never interacted with the students in the academy.
Hearing what Long Jiuxiao said, Long Li was filled with curiosity about Mo Ziyu. What had happened that made him so withdrawn? It seemed that he was a man with a story.
On the stage, the battle has already begun.
Mo Ziyu blocked Zhang Minghe's attacks with ease, dealing with each one with ease.
This time, he will look for another opportunity to decide the outcome with one strike.
Both of them are in the late Lingxuan realm. There is no difference in spiritual power. There are only differences in skills and techniques. At this moment, they are testing each other and looking for flaws to defeat each other.
"Senior Brother Mo will win." The disciples below the stage began to cheer for their favorite senior brother.
"Brother Minghe, beat him up."
"What a big mouth! Senior Brother Mo Ziyu will never lose at the same level as us."
A woman, pretty and cute, now had an angry look on her face, standing on the stage with disdain in her eyes.
"Junior sister, what do you mean by this? Senior Brother Minghe is also in the late Lingxuan realm, so why can't he win?"
A male disciple, with a look of disdain on his face, he was Zhang Minghe’s junior fellow apprentice.
"Humph! Just wait and see, Senior Brother Mo will definitely win."
The woman ignored him and sat back in her chair.
On the ring, Zhang Minghe and Mo Ziyu were fighting extremely fiercely. Now it depended on who could fight to the end.
All the elders were watching the game with burning eyes. After all, these two were considered talented figures of the younger generation.
The third elder's eyes were deep. He didn't expect that Mo Ziyu was so strong. If this continued, Ming He would definitely lose.
Ye Min was punished, and now she could only rely on Zhang Minghe to turn things around. A hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the third elder.
He looked at Long Li, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. It was all because of this fool. If she hadn't shown up, Ye Min wouldn't have been punished, and he wouldn't have been embarrassed in public. Now if Ming He lost the game again, how would he keep his face?
Long Li felt the unfriendly gaze but did not look back. She knew it was the Third Elder. This old guy was very gloomy and not a good person. However, she was not afraid of a mere late Spirit Emperor realm.
"Oh!"
There was a loud bang on the stage and Zhang Minghe was knocked out, but Mo Ziyu was wounded by the sword on his shoulder.
Zhang Minghe wanted to keep his body steady, he didn't want to fall off the stage, but then Mo Ziyu's figure was like the wind and he slapped out again.
"boom!"
Zhang Minghe fell off the stage and crashed onto the chairs of his disciples.
"puff!"
Mo Ziyu's face turned pale, with blood flowing out of his clothes and dripping down his arms. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood spilled onto the ring.
The Dean of the Law Enforcement Department, Lan Hao, flew directly onto the stage and carried Mo Ziyu down, his eyes full of heartache.
"You kid, it doesn't matter if you lose, why are you fighting so hard?"
"Master, I'm fine."
Mo Ziyu's face was pale and his clothes were covered in blood.
The third elder also went to check on Zhang Minghe's injuries, but there was no trace of heartache in his eyes, only dissatisfaction after losing.
"Master, I'm sorry, I lost!"
"Hmph! If you are not as skilled as others, go back and practice more."
Mo Yang reached out and helped him up, glanced at everyone, and left.
"If you lose, you lose. Why are you still angry?"
Mo Yuan looked displeased. This third brother was becoming more and more unruly.
"The Great Elder doesn't need to worry. He must be sad because his disciple was seriously injured."
The fourth elder, Han Zhen, stroked his beard and said with a smile in his eyes.
Lan Hao fed Mo Ziyu a first-grade pill, and it was obvious that he loved this disciple very much.
"This elder declares that Mo Ziyu is the winner."
Mo Yuan stood on the stage and said majestically.
"I said Senior Brother Mo would win."
"Really? Why did Senior Brother Mo win? Senior Brother Minghe is the best."
"What do you know? Senior Brother Mo is very hardworking, he will definitely win."
........
Mo Yuan released a little of his pressure and glanced at the disciples who were discussing happily.
"Everyone, be quiet. After the competition in the arena, the disciples who will go to the Phoenix Secret Realm are Bei Ming, Long Jiuxiao, and Mo Ziyu."
The three of them flew onto the stage one by one, and for a moment, many of the disciples below exclaimed in surprise.