Li Mo vs. Wang Hao

Clear Abyss Main Peak.

On the mountain path not far from the Council Hall.

"Young Master, Sect Master Shangguan has summoned us for a meeting."

The helmsman lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Clear Abyss Sect, things have really changed..."

The Blood-Clad Young Master of the Red Whale Gang looked down at the vast and misty Clear Abyss Mountain Range and suddenly sighed with emotion.

"Which aspect are you referring to, young master?"

The helmsman was slightly puzzled.

The gang leader only said that this mysterious young master should be treated with the utmost respect, without revealing any further details.

He naturally assumed that the other party was either a young master from a powerful Aristocratic Clan in the Eastern Wasteland or the son of a nobleman from another state.

Judging from their tone, it seems they had already visited Clear Abyss Sect before?

"In every aspect."

The Blood-Clad Young Master walked ahead with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be in a good mood today and was happy to say a few more words.

What do you think of the Red Whale Gang now?

"Our Red Whale Gang has numerous disciples and its eyes and ears are all over Purple Sun Prefecture. Wherever the Red Whale goes, it commands the martial world, and naturally, it is thriving."

The captain's tone couldn't hide a hint of arrogance.

"Oh..."

The Blood-Clad Young Master neither agreed nor disagreed, and then casually said:

"How does that compare to the Clear Abyss Sect now?"

"Not far off."

The leader has a straightforward personality.

In terms of influence in the martial arts world today, the Clear Abyss Sect can't even come close to the Red Whale Gang.

However, seeing the abundance of Nine Peaks Martial Tournament today, he gave them a close assessment; otherwise, it would have been difficult to distinguish between them.

"What if I said that any one peak of the Clear Abyss Sect in the past could have easily crushed the Red Whale Gang?"

"This..."

The helmsman was greatly alarmed.

He had heard of the Clear Abyss Sect's past glory, but he didn't think it had reached this level.

Before he could answer, the Blood-Clad Young Master pointed casually:

"Look at these Nine Peaks of Clear Abyss."

"Weapon forging, elixirs, beast taming, book writing, precepts, commerce, agriculture—everything is available."

"Tell me, which sect in the world has all the essential organs?"

The helmsman seemed to be deep in thought.

Each sect in the world has its own focus.

Those who refine pills are generally known for their alchemy skills, while those who forge weapons make a name for themselves through their craft; each has their own unique expertise.

It is indeed rare to find a sect like Clear Abyss Sect, which has a wide range of expertise.

Is the Blood-Clad Young Master revealing the secret to the Clear Abyss Sect's enduring prosperity?

But then again, it doesn't seem so.

"Your presence is an honor to welcome you; I have failed to greet you properly."

A giant, towering figure stood ahead, bowing respectfully.

It is Futu.

Standing beside him were the Purple Sun Prefecture Master and Elder Yin Huaxuan of Rare Beast Peak.

"It is an honor for the Red Whale Gang to have several people come to greet us. How can you say we are being negligent?" The leader of the Red Whale Gang returned the greeting with a cupped hand.

He was somewhat flattered, but when he saw that the Purple Sun Prefecture Master was also there, he understood.

The group walked together toward the council hall.

Upon entering the main hall, one sees people from all the major and minor sects gathered there.

Shangguan Wencang in the head seat, still dressed as an old farmer. He was puffing on his pipe, his gaze sweeping over everyone through the smoke, exuding an aura of profound composure.

After everyone had arrived, he slowly began to speak:

"You should all be familiar with the Avici Trial of the Drizzle Pavilion."

"Not long ago, one of my disciples went down the mountain on duty and seized a Swallow Before the Hall."

With the sound of the voice.

An Iron Swallow landed on the long table with a crisp clinking sound.

Many people in the hall frowned.

Every Avici Trial inevitably leads to chaos. Although it is an activity for the Drizzle Pavilion to select and train assassins, it always causes quite a bit of trouble.

There are always quite a few people who want to take advantage of a situation.

"This is something I reported."

"The prefectural Prefecture City is the vital passage of the prefecture; it cannot be allowed to fall into disarray. Therefore, we implore you all to lend a helping hand."

The manor lord stood up and announced in a loud voice.

Everyone nodded, all willing to lend a helping hand, and then turned their gaze to the person in the head seat.

Shangguan Wencang tapped his pipe rhythmically and slowly began to speak:

"Our Clear Abyss Sect will send several of our True Disciple and an elder to assist us."

"Isn't this... a bit too few people?"

"Which disciples and elders does Sect Master plan to send?"

The middle-aged man in the scholar's robe from Burning Jade Forest spoke up.

Shangguan Wencang glanced at him:

"As for the disciples, let's choose the top few from the Nine Peaks Martial Tournament. As for the elders..."

"Shang Wu just volunteered to help me."

Hiss...

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

The Purple Sun Prefecture Master froze.

The Shang Wu is far more terrifying than the Avici Trial.

Afternoon.

The Nine Peaks Martial Tournament continued as scheduled.

Li Mo ran into Wang Hao in the cafeteria just now; I won't go into the details, it's a rather typical encounter.

In short:

Have you ever seen Black Hand?

"Don't let me see you on the arena, or I'll tear the Crimson Firmament Sword from your hands!"

That's roughly the gist of it.

Li Mo noticed that Wang Hao seemed quite interested in the Crimson Firmament Sword, but the other party himself didn't seem to be skilled in Swordsmanship.

Guess what happened next?

During the afternoon's lottery, the first two people in the group were matched up.

"inner disciple Wang Hao faces off against Li Mo, True Disciple of Jade Cluster Peak!"

Qian Bufan read aloud the two tokens he held up, his voice exceptionally loud.

Wang Hao is considered the disciple among the top eight who is closest to the highest level of the Nine Peaks Martial Tournament in history, and his realm can be said to be among the highest in the tournament.

Most disciples at the Divine Observation Realm are well past the legal age.

Let alone those at the Divine Observation, even those at the Profound Pill Realm are extremely rare in martial arts competitions.

"Hehe..."

Wang Hao landed heavily on the arena, revealing his Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm, his arrogance soaring.

He stared coldly at Li Mo, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

On the opposite side, Li Mo also walked onto the stage.

The atmosphere in the room became slightly heated.

Seeing Wang Hao's expression, he seemed to want to tear Li Mo to pieces.

This time, connections won't cut it, right?

Disciple Li, whose opponent has conceded defeat three times in a row, has no choice but to make a move this round.

Moreover, from an outsider's perspective...

Wang Hao's Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm.

Li Mo is only at the Blood-Qi Realm.

The difference in their levels is too great.

On the high platform.

The elders also lowered their gazes and pondered for a moment.

They didn't doubt Li Mo's combat strength, but Wang Hao was a full twelve years older than Li Mo.

This is a bit like the older party bullying the younger one.

"It's going to be tough."

"Ying Bing, by activating her extraordinary bloodline, can indeed fight against the Internal Breath Jade Liquid with her perfected Qi and Blood."

While the elders were discussing it.

Shang Wu's gaze fell on Li Mo. For a long time, she hadn't paid attention to her disciple's progress.

But she always had a kind of confidence that she couldn't quite explain, a confidence that came from nowhere, a feeling that...

My precious apprentice has a huge advantage!

"Junior Brother Li is awesome! Keep it up, Junior Brother Li!"

Xiao Qin shouted loudly.

Beside him, Lin Jiang and Murong Xiao looked somewhat embarrassed; Xiao Qin's shout had just made the three of them the target of everyone's criticism.

Xiao Qin even turned around and asked:

Why didn't you shout?

"Brother Li will definitely win, so... we don't need to cheer him on, right?"

Lin Jiang lowered his voice.

"This is too eye-catching."

Murong Xiao wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"But if we don't shout it out, how will everyone know we didn't fix the match?"

Xiao Qin's words were a wake-up call.

The two leaned back slightly, a sudden thought flashing through their minds.

Then.

"Brother Li is mighty!"

"Brother Li will surely win!"

When the three of them shout together, it doesn't seem so shameful anymore.