All Within My Calculations

The veins on Chen Mobai's forehead bulged, and his hands trembled.

He never imagined that once the power of this Talisman was unleashed to its fullest extent, it would be so difficult to control.

If it weren't for his diligent practice of the "Nurturing Thought God Forging Technique" during this period, which resulted in the development of his Spiritual Sense, he probably wouldn't have been able to grasp this Purple Flame Sword Qi long ago.

Even so, he still felt that the purple flames that were constantly leaping and burning between his ten fingers seemed to have a self-awareness, surging and emitting waves of restlessness and rage, trying to break free from his Spiritual Sense control.

"It's over. With this one strike, you are doomed to defeat!"

At this moment, Yan Feng also completed his fourth sword strike.

The "Heavenly Heart Sword Talisman" transformed into a terrifying, five- or six-meter-long beam of dark light at his fingertips, carrying a terrifying pressure that stagnated the airflow, and slashed down towards Chen Mobai.

"Perfect timing, my Crimson Flame Three Sword Talisman is now complete."

Chen Mobai exclaimed inwardly, "Perfect timing!" The purple flame between his ten fingers instantly ignited into a dazzling and brilliant light.

He released his grip on the Purple Flame Sword Qi and, with Spiritual Sense difficulty, guided and controlled the flames to aim at Yan Feng's Tianhai Sword Qi that was slashing at him.

A purple light, a ghostly glow!

The two sword energies collided under everyone's watchful eyes. After a moment of silence, they erupted into ring-shaped shockwaves that spread outwards in all directions from the arena.

Wherever it passed, the arena rocks cracked, the air burned, and the rubble was directly crushed into powder.

Amidst gasps of surprise, just as the hundreds of spectators closest to the arena were about to be affected, figures suddenly descended, their hands forming a massive cube-shaped light shield that sealed off all sides.

It was the Student Union members of the Vermillion Cinnabar Academy who had been on standby, led by the Student Union whom Chen Mobai knew very well, who contained all the aftershocks of the two sword energies colliding within the arena.

But this made Chen Mobai and Yan Feng uncomfortable.

At this moment, both of them felt that they could no longer control the sword energy they were unleashing. They could only passively supply the spiritual power and essence within their bodies to become the source of power for the rampant and soaring sword energy.

Because of his low cultivation level, Chen Mobai could only wait for the outcome after releasing the restraint of the Purple Flame Sword Qi.

The moment that Purple Flame Sword Qi was unleashed, all that remained was to leave it to fate.

Because he had no spiritual power left in his body; it had all been injected into the sword energy beforehand.

Yan Feng, however, still had half a percent remaining, because he felt that once he unleashed his "Heavenly Heart Sword Talisman," the Tianhai Fourth Sword would be enough to completely defeat Chen Mobai and achieve victory.

But things took an unexpected turn.

His fourth sword strike, which he forcibly unleashed with the "Heavenly Heart Sword Talisman," was suppressed by the Purple Flame Sword Qi in the very first moment.

Yan Feng couldn't accept it. His face flushed red, and he unleashed all the remaining spiritual power in his body to enhance the power of his fourth sword.

The power of the "Heavenly Heart Sword Talisman" depends on the user and can be upgraded to a maximum of Third Grade.

Yan Feng was at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer. It was already extremely rare for him to use this precious Talisman to forcibly break through the Major Realm Foundation Establishment level of the Tianhai Sword Qi. Even if he squeezed his dantian dry, he could only improve it slightly.

However, adding this half-point of spiritual power caused the power of the two sword energies to begin to balance out.

"Damn it, I was just a little bit short. If I had just a little more spiritual power, I could have overwhelmed this Purple Fire Sword Qi."

At this moment, Yan Feng began to regret why he had wasted his spiritual energy using the Flight Talisman to get up here.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the two sword energies collided and exploded, the aftershocks constantly forcing him back.

"No, I have to hold on."

Yan Feng planted his feet firmly on the ground, trying to stay on the ring.

Opposite him, Chen Mobai was also pale-faced, being pushed back step by step by the aftershocks of the sword energy.

The two will see who leaves the ring first.

"I'm in the center of the ring, I have more room to retreat than him, I can win."

Yan Feng used his divine sense to estimate the distance between himself and Chen Mobai, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

However, just as hope appeared on his face, Chen Mobai smiled at him and then lay down. In this position, the speed of his retreat actually slowed down.

Yan Feng was taken aback, but he sneered and followed suit, lying down as well.

"I can accept victory and let it go."

Silently chanting in his heart, Yan Feng gripped the arena with both hands and feet, and was pushed off the arena step by step by the aftershocks of the sword energy.

But he was excited because Chen Mobai would definitely leave the ring before him.

Nearly five minutes later, the power of the two sword energies finally dissipated completely, Yan Feng struggled to his feet, eager to celebrate his victory.

But he discovered that Chen Mobai was not below the arena.

Moreover, the audience looked at him with pity.

Where are the others?

Yan Feng looked around, but couldn't see Chen Mobai anywhere, neither on nor off the stage. He suppressed the dryness in his throat and asked the referee who had walked onto the stage in a hoarse voice.

"Here."

The referee walked to a pit in the arena and reached out to pull Chen Mobai out of the quicksand.

The latter had long since run out of strength and, after being pulled out, lay on the ring, breathing heavily.

"The winner is Chen Mobai!"

Upon hearing these six words, Yan Feng froze below the arena.

Looking at his opponent lying on the stage, he felt a sense of resentment for the first time.

He should have won.

Furthermore, they even used the "Heavenly Heart Sword Talisman" passed down from their ancestors...

Chen Mobai was completely unaware of his opponent's emotions, because joy and satisfaction filled his entire chest.

We won!

As expected, even though I, a cultivator honed through life-and-death battles, am inferior in cultivation level, I am still the one who ultimately triumphs in this childish Spell Duel.

It was with this belief that Chen Mobai did not lose his composure when facing Yan Feng's "Heavenly Heart Sword Talisman," but calmly searched for everything he could to seek the Dawn of victory.

He accurately grasped the pit that he had created with the Quicksand Talisman.

[If anyone interviews me later, I will definitely say that this was a tactical foreshadowing I had laid in advance, and that all of Yan Feng's responses were within my calculations...]

As Chen Mobai was thinking this, he suddenly felt his body fly up.

He turned his head with difficulty and found himself being lifted up by Lu Hongsheng and other classmates, who were celebrating wildly.

Honestly, they've only made it to the finals; they haven't even won the championship yet.

Chen Mobai couldn't help but roll his eyes at his classmates' celebration of the semi-finals.

But he was completely exhausted and could only let them lift him up.