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Mo Yang spread out the God-Slaying Manual and focused intently on comprehending it. His eyes swept over the chaotic characters, as if he could see waves of peerless sword energy rushing toward him. The seemingly disordered characters seemed to follow a certain pattern, and as he concentrated, it was as if he could see a figure wielding a sword, slashing and killing.
Gradually, beads of sweat began to form on Mo Yang's forehead. The further he read, the more the chaotic characters seemed to bleed, exuding a terrifying killing intent. In a daze, he felt as if he were witnessing a terrifying powerhouse raising a sword to sweep across the heavens, filling the world with unparalleled sharpness and leaving behind a battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"This sword manual is somewhat eerie. This time, my comprehension is different from before. No wonder that beautiful sister said that how much one comprehends depends entirely on oneself. The same sword manual, in the hands of different people, will inevitably lead to different sword intents. Is it because of the vengeful killing intent hidden deep in my heart? Why do I keep envisioning those scenes of carnage?"
After several hours of contemplation, Mo Yang began to gain some insight. What he felt was an immeasurable aura of slaughter, a sword intent that seemed to thirst for blood.
The night passed in the blink of an eye, and the next day, the central square was still bustling with excitement. Today was the second round of the grand competition.
This round would be even more intense than the first, as according to tradition, all disciples from the four sects would have to face three arena battles, with opponents chosen at random.
As soon as the arena battles began, the crowd erupted in excitement because Mo Yang was the first to take the stage.
"There are three arena battles in the second round. If you can hide your strength, try not to reveal it completely!" The Third Elder reminded Mo Yang. In the first round, Mo Yang had only thrown three punches, so his true combat power was undoubtedly even stronger.
Mo Yang's opponent was a disciple from the Jade Pure Sect. However, when Mo Yang stepped onto the stage, there was no movement from the Jade Pure Sect's side.
The spectators in the stands began to murmur, their gazes turning toward the Jade Pure Sect's area.
Mo Yang was also confused.
What's going on?
Where's my opponent?
"I concede!"
Amid the murmurs, a voice came from the Jade Pure Sect's area.
In an instant, the entire central square erupted like a boiling pot. This kind of thing had happened to Mo Yang repeatedly. In the first round, it had been the same, and now, at the start of the second round, someone had directly conceded.
"What the hell… Is Mo Yang really that terrifying? His opponent didn't even dare to step onto the stage!" one of the spectators exclaimed, dumbfounded.
"That Jade Pure Sect disciple is only at the Third Level of the Spirit Awakening Realm. Even Pang Long was knocked off the stage by Mo Yang with two punches. A Spirit Awakening Realm cultivator going up there would just be asking for trouble. Since they can't win anyway, it's better to concede and save face!" another spectator responded.
"Mo Yang is a bit of an enigma. His cultivation aura can't be detected, and his true strength is still a mystery. Otherwise, the geniuses from the Dragon Pool Pavilion and the Jade Pure Sect wouldn't have remained silent yesterday."
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Amid the discussions, Mo Yang walked off the stage with a sigh.
Next, Qi Heng took the stage, facing Long Wu from the Dragon Pool Pavilion. With a two-realm gap between them, Qi Heng was defeated after just over ten exchanges.
This outcome was expected by everyone, as the difference in strength was simply too great.
"The strength of the Lingxu Sect is still far behind the other three sects. I heard they've been in last place for five consecutive years. This year, Mo Yang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and he seems quite formidable!"
Qi Heng returned to his seat, his face full of disappointment. He glanced at Mo Yang and said in a low voice, "Mo Yang, you're our only hope this time. If you still consider yourself a disciple of the Lingxu Sect, show the other three sects what we're capable of!"
Mo Yang glanced at Qi Heng but said nothing. He found it quite ridiculous. In the grand scheme of things, winning or losing in this competition wouldn't change much. The so-called rankings were just empty titles.
However, he was here to make up for his master's regrets, and this would be a memory he left for the Lingxu Sect before his departure.
"Brother Mo Yang, what's your cultivation level now? Why don't they dare to fight you?" Su Fei'er asked, her eyes filled with admiration.
Even Qi Heng and Xu Xin leaned in to listen. Mo Yang's cultivation level was a mystery to them as well.
"Uh… My cultivation level is nothing special. I'm just really tough!" Mo Yang replied casually. Although he had now broken through to the Heavenly Profound Realm, the appearance of that sixth senior sister had left a deep impression on him. The geniuses from those supreme forces were likely even more terrifying.
Su Fei'er's cheeks turned red, and she whispered shyly, "Brother Mo Yang, you're so bad!"
"Huh?" Mo Yang was confused. How was he bad? He had taken countless Marrow Cleansing Pills and cultivated the Star Emperor Scripture, so his physique was indeed extremely strong. Wasn't that tough?
Xu Xin also snorted coldly, leaving Mo Yang even more puzzled. Wasn't he tough?
Later, the other disciples of the Lingxu Sect took the stage one after another. Su Fei'er faced Pang Long, but after just a few exchanges, she was knocked off the stage by a single punch from Pang Long. It was clear that Pang Long had done it on purpose, trying to regain some face after his earlier defeat.
In the afternoon, Mo Yang had two consecutive matches. In the first, he faced a disciple from the Profound Gate Sect, and the result was the same as before—his opponent couldn't withstand a single punch.
Mo Yang sometimes felt like he was bullying children. After all, he had reached the Heavenly Profound Realm, while his opponents were only at the Third Level of the Spirit Awakening Realm. Facing him, they were no match.
However, in the second match, he encountered Qian Wushuang from the Dragon Pool Pavilion. Qian Wushuang's cultivation was the same as Long Wu's—both at the Third Level of the Earth Profound Realm. The moment the two stepped onto the stage, the entire square erupted in excitement.
Mo Yang had been incredibly lucky so far. His opponents had either been knocked back with a single punch or had conceded outright. Now, he was finally facing a genius from the Dragon Pool Pavilion.
Although Qian Wushuang appeared calm, he had been observing Mo Yang closely.
The spectators were all speculating, and the disciples from the four sects were also watching intently, including those from the Lingxu Sect. The outcome of this battle would largely determine the results of the third round. If Mo Yang could defeat Qian Wushuang, the Lingxu Sect might very well take first place.
After the two calmly exchanged names, the atmosphere grew tense.
"I never expected the Lingxu Sect to have someone like Brother Mo. If I'm not mistaken, Brother Mo must be focused on body refining, and your cultivation has probably reached the Third Level of the Earth Profound Realm, right?" Qian Wushuang didn't rush to attack. After a moment of observation, he spoke up, clearly trying to probe Mo Yang's true strength.
Mo Yang smiled and said, "No matter what my cultivation level is, my goal on this stage is to defeat you. So, Brother Qian, do you want to take one punch or two?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd below the stage erupted in an uproar.
"Holy crap… Mo Yang is way too arrogant! Does he think Qian Wushuang is just some ordinary disciple?"
"Damn it, Qian Wushuang is my idol. This is unbearable. Mo Yang is showing off again…"
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Qian Wushuang's expression darkened, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes. "Even Mu Qiu, recognized as the strongest genius among the four sects, wouldn't dare to speak like this!"
Mo Yang just smiled. He didn't want to argue. Even if Mu Qiu were at the Heavenly Profound Realm, he would still ask the same question. If one punch could solve the problem, why waste time with a second?