"Who would have thought Senior Brother Mo Li had mastered the Three Thousand Sword Rain technique to perfection, capable of splitting into a thousand swords?"
"I heard that during his training three months ago, Senior Brother Mo Li could only split into a bit more than five hundred swords. In just three months, he has advanced to a thousand swords. Senior Brother Mo Li's talent is terrifying!"
"It seems that kid Chen Mo really angered Senior Brother Mo Li, making him use his trump card right away."
Ding! Three Thousand Sword Rain, Intermediate Xuan-level battle technique, can be deeply peeped for 1000 luck points or peeped for 800 luck points.
Chen Mo looked up at the sword formation blocking the sunlight, his expression changing slightly.
This indiscriminate attack left almost nowhere to hide.
"Damn it, once this competition is over, I'll make sure to master the Thousand Thunder Technique," Chen Mo swore.
Without having mastered any battle techniques, Chen Mo could only engage in close combat. Against Mo Li, who was skilled in long-range attacks, he could only take the hits.
"Feeling hopeless?" Mo Li sneered, seeing the change in Chen Mo's expression. "Die!"
With a wave of Mo Li's hand, the sword formation above Chen Mo's head rained down like a storm.
"Hopeless? You've underestimated me," Chen Mo said, stomping his foot as powerful battle energy surged from his palm. "You're not the only one with weapons. Underworld God's Spear!"
A black spear instantly formed in Chen Mo's hand.
As Chen Mo swung it rapidly, the Hell Power summoned by the Divine Elephant's Prison Strength formed a fierce black tornado around him, interspersed with faint purple flames and lightning.
Chen Mo stood in the eye of the tornado, exuding an overwhelming aura.
The aura emanating from Chen Mo was felt by everyone around the plaza, reminiscent of the power he displayed during his personal showcase.
"Battle energy condensation! This is true battle energy condensation," someone exclaimed.
If the giant elephant Chen Mo had shown earlier seemed illusory, the spear now was undeniably real.
"Battle energy condensation is a technique only Dou Ling experts can possess. How is he doing it?"
The disciples were in an uproar, and even the Elders' Council showed signs of surprise.
"A weapon evolved from his cultivation technique?" Alchemy King Gu He's soul power burst from his brow, quickly deciphering the origin of Chen Mo's Underworld God's Spear.
Yun Yun's expression remained unchanged; she had witnessed this power in the Magic Beast Mountain Range.
The black spear in Chen Mo's hand seemed to greatly enhance his power.
"Is this your trump card?" Although Mo Li didn't understand the black spear, he didn't believe Chen Mo had the strength of a Dou Ling. He sneered, "Let's see how you handle my Three Thousand Sword Rain."
The dense rain of swords continuously struck the black tornado.
But the tornado was like an impenetrable fortress, withstanding the relentless assault without breaking.
"He blocked it!"
"Senior Brother Mo Li's Three Thousand Sword Rain was blocked. Isn't that spear made of battle energy? How is it so tough?"
"This black tornado is like a turtle shell."
"Though he blocked it, from the current situation, it seems that Chen Mo has no long-range battle techniques and his movements lack any shadow of footwork," commented Jia Xingtian, a peak Dou Huang expert with rich battle experience and keen insight. He quickly saw Chen Mo's weaknesses.
At this rate, Chen Mo would only be able to defend passively, eventually exhausting his battle energy and losing.
In terms of battle energy reserves, the two-star Dou Shi Chen Mo couldn't compare to the five-star Dou Shi Mo Li.
Mo Li followed Jia Xingtian's assessment, preferring to wear Chen Mo down with long-range attacks rather than risk close combat.
"Damn it," Chen Mo muttered, unable to close in on Mo Li and forced to defend passively. He had a way to deal with Mo Li, but it was his last resort.
The plaza saw a scene where Mo Li used his agility to circle Chen Mo, launching long-range attacks.
Chen Mo could only swing his spear to block and dodge.
It became a battle of endurance.
"Competing in battle energy? You've picked the wrong person," Yun Yun thought, recalling the events of the previous night. Her bright face blushed slightly before she smiled.
Time passed slowly.
Mo Li's stamina was waning, and his battle energy was mostly depleted.
But Chen Mo, despite being drenched in sweat, seemed to grow stronger, his battle energy seemingly endless.
"How is this possible?" Mo Li frowned deeply, wondering what kind of monster Chen Mo was.
Yun Hai was shouting, using terms like "awesome" and "666" from his past life.
The female disciples supporting Mo Li started to feel uneasy.
Mo Li, who had been pressing Chen Mo, was now struggling.
Chen Mo's resilience surprised Jia Xingtian.
No one would have expected a two-star Dou Shi to have more battle energy reserves than a five-star Dou Shi.
Mo Li quickly swallowed a pill to restore the energy needed for his final move and said, "Junior Brother Chen Mo, at this rate, neither of us will benefit. How about we settle this with one final move?"
"Fine," Chen Mo agreed, tired of just defending. The black tornado was strong but suited more for defense, not his style.
"Watch closely, Wind Burst," Mo Li said, stepping forward.
The wind howled, gathering around Mo Li's sword tip, producing a deafening explosion. Even the air rippled with the force.
In an instant, Mo Li closed in on Chen Mo, his sword vibrating with Wind Burst, striking with unstoppable force.
"Bring it on," Chen Mo welcomed the direct confrontation.
The Underworld God's Spear thrust forward, its tip blazing with purple flames and crackling with lightning. The air around Chen Mo turned into a fierce vortex, engulfing Mo Li.
Clang!
The spear clashed with the sword, breaking it. Empowered by the Divine Elephant's strength, the spear continued towards Mo Li's chest.
Startled, Mo Li retreated, feeling the destructive aura from the spear, which even oppressed his soul.
In this overwhelming pressure, Mo Li stumbled and fell.
"I-I surrender!"
As Mo Li's words fell, the spear stopped just short of his chest.
At that moment, the referee's voice rang out, "Chen Mo, victory!"