Three Thousand Sword Rain

Chen Mo's Personal Show won him the approval of most of the disciples. Even the Elder Council, who had previously opposed him, now held a very favorable impression of Chen Mo.

After all, Chen Mo's talent, in a sense, also represented the future of the Misty Cloud Sect.

The Elder Council would not deliberately suppress such a talented disciple simply because of their previous impression of Chen Mo.

On the contrary, they would focus on nurturing him and help him become a pillar of the Misty Cloud Sect as soon as possible.

Therefore, the Elder Council did not rig Chen Mo and Mo Li's match.

"You seem to harbor a great deal of hostility toward me?" Chen Mo said blandly.

Mo Li's gaze narrowed as he smiled. "Junior Brother, you jest. Your performance just now truly surprised me. Since we happen to be matched against each other, I must properly seek some guidance from you."

The faintly sarcastic tone made Chen Mo very uncomfortable. Based on the experience he had picked up from all sorts of TV dramas in his previous life, people who spoke like this were usually smiling tigers.

Chen Mo casually adjusted his robes. "Then come on!"

"Junior Brother, please go first." Mo Li maintained the persona of a refined young gentleman at all times.

As they spoke, the referee shouted sharply, "Begin!"

Chen Mo did not stand on ceremony. Dou Qi surged from his body and enveloped him. With a loud explosion beneath his feet, his body abruptly turned into a dark blur and charged fiercely at Mo Li.

"Blind Random Strike."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since he had come to this world, he had to follow the mainstream and call out his moves. For his very first attack, Chen Mo used a Divine Skill from his previous life.

"Blind... Strike? What kind of Dou Technique is that?"

Hearing Chen Mo's low shout, Mo Li was filled with confusion. As he watched the charging figure, he thought, Why does this Dou Technique have so many openings?

Mo Li did not dare lower his guard. He prepared to use his extensive experience to neutralize this completely incomprehensible Dou Technique, using soft force to dissolve its seemingly fierce power.

Spotting one of its openings, he extended both hands, intending to seize that incoming fist with his palm and pull it to the side.

Bang!

Fist and palm collided.

Chen Mo's first move was easily blocked by Mo Li.

The square suddenly fell silent, as though a flock of crows had flown over everyone's heads. Nearly every face bore the same expression.

That was it? That was it?

"Ahem." Chen Mo coughed awkwardly.

Damn it, that was humiliating.

But Chen Mo had no choice.

Up to this point, he had only learned one Dou Technique, Underworld God's Spear. He had specifically saved it to deal with Nalan Yanran.

Mo Li also looked incredulous. That opening really was an opening.

Although Mo Li could not understand how he had resolved it so easily, he was excellent at seizing opportunities.

He gripped Chen Mo's wrist and twisted it backward, yanking him toward himself. His other hand clenched into a fist and smashed heavily toward Chen Mo.

He did not hold back with this punch. The full power of a Five-star Dou Master erupted, Dou Qi coiling around the surface of his fist.

He wanted to knock Chen Mo down with a single punch.

The people around the square could not bear to watch and covered their eyes. If that punch landed, Chen Mo would not only lose, but suffer severe injuries and be unable to participate in the later matches.

The Round of 16 had narrowed down to eight, and there were still two spots left in the Top Ten.

Based on the strength Chen Mo had displayed in his Personal Show, he had stood a very good chance of reaching the Top Ten. But if he suffered serious injuries now, there would definitely be no hope afterward.

Mo Li wanted Chen Mo to miss the Top Ten.

"How ruthless." Yun Hai could not help crying out.

Chen Mo could keenly sense that Mo Li's punch was aimed directly at his lower abdomen, at his Dantian. In front of so many people, Mo Li would not destroy his Dantian, but causing the Dou Qi within it to become chaotic and making him unable to compete afterward would not be difficult at all.

As his fist drew closer and closer to its target, a smug smile appeared at the corner of Mo Li's lips.

However, that smile abruptly froze in the next instant.

With a whoosh, a mass of scorching Purple Fire burst from all over Chen Mo's body, instantly wrapping him within it.

"So hot!" Mo Li hurriedly released the hand gripping Chen Mo's wrist.

"This is..." Mo Li's expression changed. Before he could even process the scorching heat, his opponent had already launched a counterattack.

"Divine Skill, Groin Kick."

Even though Mo Li had released his wrist, Chen Mo had no time to dodge at such close range. He could only counterattack. His leg shot out in an instant, fierce wind accompanying it, Purple Fire wrapped around his foot as it flew directly toward the space between Mo Li's legs.

If that kick landed, even if the force did not cripple him, the Purple Fire wrapped around it would burn it off.

This was a desperate one-for-one exchange!

If you refuse to pull back—

I might be seriously injured, but your little brother will definitely be crippled.

"Despicable!"

Mo Li's face turned pale with shock. Gritting his teeth, he endured the backlash from forcibly retracting his punch and used his movement technique. Being wind-attributed, he instantly pulled away from Chen Mo.

"Pfft!" Mo Li spat out a mouthful of blood, his gaze toward Chen Mo filled with killing intent.

The people around the square stared at the scene in stunned silence.

"I originally thought Senior Brother Mo Li was ruthless. I never expected Junior Brother Chen Mo to be even more ruthless."

"I don't know why, but I feel chilly between my legs."

"Chen Mo is so despicable! Senior Brother Mo Li, beat him to death!"

"Senior Brother Mo Li coughed up blood! Chen Mo, how could you do that?"

A large group of female disciples began voicing their support for Mo Li.

"This guy..." Yun Yun rubbed her forehead. She was both delighted that Chen Mo had resolved the crisis and helpless over the way he had handled it.

"Was that a Heavenly Flame?" Teng Shan of the Mittel Clan was somewhat uncertain.

"No, that was not a Heavenly Flame. It seemed more like a powerful Beast Flame." Fa Ma spoke in surprise. In truth, he had noticed the Purple Fire during Chen Mo's Personal Show; now, he was merely confirming it.

Although it was not a Heavenly Flame, alchemists possessed an innate fascination with this kind of fire.

"Although Beast Flames are not as difficult to refine as Heavenly Flames, the process is still extremely complicated." Pill King Gu He smiled. "Interesting."

"This kid has some tricks up his sleeve." Mu Chen muttered. Then he turned to Nalan Su and said, "Nalan Su, I think this kid is quite a good match for your daughter."

Nalan Su smiled calmly, but his gaze remained fixed on Nalan Yanran, whose eyes had never left Chen Mo.

"You've angered me."

Mo Li drew a three-foot-long sword from his Storage Ring. A crimson gleam flashed past, and a Third Rank magical beast core was embedded in the sword's hilt.

"Three Thousand Sword Rain."

Mo Li tossed the sword into the air. The sword, which should have obeyed Newton's laws and fallen, instead remained suspended in midair.

With a hum, the sword trembled, splitting from one into two, then four, then eight...

A full thousand longswords stood above Chen Mo's head.

"Senior Brother Mo Li's signature Dou Technique, Three Thousand Sword Rain."