Decisive Battle, Prison Suppressing Might (Second Update)

"Wasn't that supposed to be her ultimate move?" Chen Mo was slightly taken aback. He knew Nalan Yanran had an ultimate technique called Extreme Wind - Sunset Radiance, which she had used against Xiao Yan in the novel.

Could it be that the time hasn't come yet? Has she not mastered it?

As Chen Mo stood there in surprise, several cyan wind blades arrived before him.

Chen Mo's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly raised his spear to meet them.

Only after several consecutive slashes did he barely manage to block all the wind blades.

Yet pushed by the force of the wind blades, Chen Mo was forced several steps back.

It was not over yet. Just as Chen Mo had taken the attack, another technique was unleashed from the other side.

"Thousand Wind Aura."

Only then did Chen Mo realize that Nalan Yanran had turned these two Dou Techniques into a combo.

Chen Mo was driven back again and again, while the Dou Qi Gauze Robe around his body was carved with crisscrossing cuts by the wind blades.

Just when he thought he could catch his breath, Nalan Yanran relied on her movement technique's advantage and appeared before Chen Mo in an instant.

Her five fingers curled into a fist, pale cyan Dou Qi surging over it. Before Chen Mo could react, she slammed it heavily into his chest.

Chen Mo flew backward like a ball that had been swatted away.

Did you think it was about to end now?

No, it had only just begun.

Nalan Yanran flashed after him. Before Chen Mo could hit the ground, she instantly appeared behind him.

Another heavy punch.

Chen Mo was sent flying again in the opposite direction.

After several such cycles, just when Nalan Yanran believed Chen Mo no longer had the strength to resist and prepared to knock him out of the arena—

Chen Mo's left hand seized Nalan Yanran's wrist.

"Now it's my turn." A slightly comical smile appeared on Chen Mo's swollen face. "Giant Elephant Strength."

His right hand clenched into a fist and punched out with all his strength.

Just as it was about to strike down, he saw the two prominent curves and halted his fist. After a brief hesitation, he pulled the hand gripping her wrist toward his left side, then swung his fist upward and struck her solidly in the back.

"Whew, I almost ruined this beautiful scenery."

The terrifying force sent Nalan Yanran flying upward like a kite with its string cut.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone in the plaza, Chen Mo gripped his spear tightly, stomped both feet against the ground, and shot into the air. Purple Fire rose along the spear as he brought it down upon Nalan Yanran's flower-like body.

The pale cyan Dou Qi Gauze Robe around her body burst apart instantly like foam.

Her delicate body fell from the sky like a meteor.

"Chen Mo is really not showing any tenderness toward women."

"Senior Sister Nalan is so beautiful, yet he can still bring himself to hit her."

"Isn't this too violent?"

Below the arena, some disciples denounced Chen Mo as though he had committed some unforgivable evil.

"Maybe that was a little too much." Just as Chen Mo was wondering whether he had gone overboard—

Nalan Yanran, who had been falling like a meteor, strangely floated in midair when she was still half a meter above the ground. She landed lightly, entirely unscathed.

The disciples who had been denouncing him breathed a sigh of relief at the sight.

Nalan Yanran's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Looking at Chen Mo, whose face was no longer handsome, she said coldly, "You held back."

This made Nalan Yanran very unhappy. She had not held back against Chen Mo, nor did she want him to hold back against her.

This is for the sake of my future happiness. How could I not hold back? Chen Mo thought silently, but he gave no answer to Nalan Yanran's words.

Instead, he held his spear in one hand and curled the fingers of his other hand at Nalan Yanran.

A provocation—a blatant provocation.

Seeing this, disciples below the arena who secretly admired Nalan Yanran immediately began cursing.

"He's begging for a beating."

On the high platform, Yun Yun had initially been full of concern for Chen Mo. But seeing his smug, irritating expression, she too felt the urge to give him a fierce beating.

Nalan Yanran stared expressionlessly at Chen Mo. After a long moment, she finally moved.

Her jade-like hand slowly pulled away the green ribbon binding her three thousand strands of black hair. With a casual flick, her hair spilled down like moonlight, reaching all the way to her waist.

As the sun set, accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun, her actions seemed to play the prelude to the battle's conclusion.

"Senior Sister Nalan is going to get serious?" Yun Hai said as he watched the familiar opening stance.

"Could Yan Ran be planning to use that move on Chen Mo?" Yun Yun froze. The day before yesterday, she had guided Nalan Yanran through this Dou Technique and helped her correct its flaws.

"She's bringing out her trump card already? That kid may be talented, but he's still far from worthy of making you use this move." In Gu He's view, Nalan Yanran could easily defeat Chen Mo even without using it.

Fa Ma and the others nearby wore strange expressions as they listened to the group's whispers, having no idea what they were talking about.

In the center of the plaza, as her three thousand strands of hair fell loose, Nalan Yanran slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her hair began to move despite the absence of wind, fluttering around her.

Without relying on any jumping force, her body began to float upward.

The energy around her also erupted as her body rose. Rings of tangible pale cyan ripples continuously spread from within her body.

Finally, she lowered her longsword and pointed it diagonally at Chen Mo. At a certain moment, the sword trembled, and the lingering glow of the setting sun suddenly gathered toward it.

In the blink of an eye, the sword shone brilliantly, like a blazing crimson sun.

Then she looked at Chen Mo, her red lips parting slightly. "As you wish."

That was right. Nalan Yanran had understood Chen Mo's response as meaning that he did not want her to hold back either.

So, she simply skipped the few techniques she had planned to use in between and directly unleashed her ultimate move.

"Extreme Wind, Sunset Radiance."

With Nalan Yanran's explosive shout, the Red Sun energy upon her longsword finally erupted. A sword aura capable of incinerating everything descended from the sky, enveloping Chen Mo.

"So it's the final move of Extreme Wind." Fa Ma and the others finally understood, then said in shock, "I didn't expect she had even mastered this move."

Mo Li was stunned inwardly. Feeling the enormous gap between them, he seemed to understand why Nalan Yanran had always treated him so coldly.

The thoughts in his heart became even firmer.

"Gulp." Yun Hai swallowed. Chen Mo was in trouble.

Chen Mo stared at the sword aura that covered half the plaza, deeply shaken. Seeing it with his own eyes was far more spectacular than anything described in the novel.

Can my final trump card withstand something like this?

There was no other way. For the mission, he had to go all out.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth. A bottle containing Accompanying Purple Crystal Source appeared in his hand, and he poured its entire contents into his mouth. The purple aura around his already swollen body surged once more.

"Thunder Giant Elephant."

With a low roar, Chen Mo gathered all the energy in his body into the Underworld God's Spear in his hand. When the spear shaft began to tremble so violently that even Chen Mo could barely hold it—

He hurled it fiercely at the sword aura above.

"Roar!"

An ancient giant elephant emerged from the spear, its body wrapped in Purple Fire. Accompanied by towering lightning, it trampled beneath its feet an endless hell, where demons howled and fiendish gods roared in fury.

This was the Prison Suppressing Might that had fallen just short of completion on the Back Mountain that day.

Now, Chen Mo had only just grasped its basics.