Looking at Ji Juechen's soaring fighting spirit, Chen Mo thought, He really does deserve to be called the academy's undisputed battle maniac!
He took out an antiquated-looking book with a blue cover.
"Fighting like this all the time gets rather dull," he said in a low voice. "How about this? Not long ago, I happened to obtain a cultivation manual called Sword Art. Let's put it up as the prize. If you beat me today, I'll give it to you. What do you say?"
"Sword Art?"
"Even without that manual, I would still give this fight my all!"
Ji Juechen's expression grew solemn.
He tightened his grip on his sword.
Six Soul Rings drifted up from beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and two black!
His Soul Emperor aura erupted without restraint.
Then he pointed his sword at Chen Mo and said solemnly, "Chen Mo, out of respect for this battle, I hope you'll give it your all too. Only then can I discover what I've always been searching for through fighting you!"
"Of course!"
Chen Mo nodded.
Although Ji Juechen came looking for a fight every few days,
which irritated him to no end,
he had to admit that he, too, gained insights from their battles.
The spectator stands were already packed.
To ensure the spectators' safety, the academy had specifically installed a Protective Barrier around the stands.
It kept the spectators from being injured by stray attacks.
It also allowed those engaged in Soul Fighting to unleash their full strength without holding back or worrying too much.
Meng Hongchen, Ye Guyi, and Di Qiu'er stood at the front.
They shouted in unison, "Go, Xiao Mo!"
"Ji Juechen will win!"
On the other side,
Jing Ziyan was cheering for her archrival, Ji Juechen.
Among the crowd,
the Shrek group