A commotion immediately erupted below the arena.
A look of utter disbelief and shock appeared in everyone's eyes as they stared in astonishment at Qu Youmeng and that purple figure. For a moment, there was complete silence.
No one expected that Qu Youmeng would be so bold as to directly challenge Mo Yao!
"Has she... has she gone mad?"
Below the arena, someone couldn't help but murmur.
As soon as these words were spoken, although no one around said anything, the look in many people's eyes revealed their agreement.
yes.
Has Qu Youmeng gone mad?
Otherwise, does she really know what she's saying?
Challenge Mo Yao?
Yes, that's right. They had all witnessed it before; Qu Youmeng's strength was indeed considerable.
However, even if she wasn't bad, they didn't believe that Qu Youmeng could compare to Mo Yao!
Her arrogant words were clearly intended to provoke Mo Yao.
But why?
Could it be because he injured one of her fellow disciples?
this...
This is truly unbelievable.
Among the Ten Great Saint Heavens, the camaraderie among fellow Holy Heaven in any of them is not particularly deep.
This is thanks to the unique structure of the Holy Heaven.
Holy Heaven is not a sect, and it never cultivates students' feelings for Holy Heaven, nor does it care about things like gratitude or teacher's ethics.
For many people, Holy Heaven is simply a place to learn.
The Holy Master is just a Holy Master, not a true Master.
There will be no special bond between the Holy Master and the students. The saying "a teacher for a day is a father for life" will never appear in the Holy Heaven.
On a more ruthless level, infighting among fellow disciples is commonplace.
As long as no one dies, the Holy Heaven encourages all conflict.
This is the Holy Heaven.
Furthermore, Qu Youmeng remained silent in the face of Mo Yao's provocation that day, leading them to believe that the matter was over and done with.
Those who understand the times are wise.
Faced with the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven and Mo Yao, Qu Youmeng chose to back down and endure, which, in their eyes, was perfectly normal.
Therefore, they never expected that Qu Youmeng had no intention of enduring at all, but instead took action instead of waiting until today, intending to end everything with her sword.
"What courage!"
"What backbone!"
Having figured everything out, someone couldn't help but let out a low exclamation, their eyes filled with nothing but admiration.
But after praising it, he couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a bit regretful.
Having courage and integrity is a good thing, but it also depends on one's ability...
Mo Yao of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven was even more surprised.
Although he thought Qu Youmeng wasn't a coward when he looked at her that day, he still didn't expect her to actually dare to stand in front of him and challenge him.
Especially...
With that tone and attitude of leaving no way out.
interesting.
Mo Yao curled her lips into a cruel smile.
He stepped onto the arena with his long boots, his dark eyebrows slightly downturned, looking down at Qu Youmeng with a disdainful attitude, his words cold and sarcastic.
"Over the years, I've encountered many people seeking revenge against me, but someone as eager to die as you is truly rare."
"The difference between us is like a firefly and the bright moon. It's a pity you can't see it. You have a lot of talent, but it's completely useless."
"However, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura surged, his Saint Art activated, and his killing intent soared, like a tiger descending a mountain, pouncing towards Qu Youmeng who was standing opposite him.
His expression was ferocious, insane, and filled with fierce fighting spirit, living up to his reputation as Battle Maniac.
Many onlookers couldn't help but sigh, feeling quite sorry for the scene, and turned their heads away, not wanting to see the bleak scene that was about to unfold.
Mo Yao is not only the fifth-ranked figure in the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven.
In the last Ten Institutes Grand Competition, he even achieved a top-ten ranking.
Its actual strength is quite terrifying and formidable.
Many other geniuses from the Holy Heaven, even those with greater talent, did not possess his terrifying explosive power.
His explosive power is terrifying, but his endurance is unmatched.
Those who are more enduring than him, none possess his unparalleled natural talent and formidable fighting prowess...
This person might not be as formidable in other places, but in a fair one-on-one arena, he's an absolute force capable of overwhelming everything.
Apart from a few truly terrifying prodigies, basically no one can rival his Saint Art!
No matter how powerful Qu Youmeng's Sword Intent, she can't possibly win.
On the arena, watching Mo Yao charging menacingly towards her, Qu Youmeng pursed her lips and remained silent.
That single command seemed to have exhausted all her words.
Now, everything she wanted to say was condensed into her sword.
His Swordsmanship was as swift as the wind, and his aura as majestic as a mountain.
The sword tip sliced through the air like a crescent moon, like a startled swan.
For a fleeting moment, the wind stopped.
then...
boom!!
A violent explosion erupted on the arena, and the surging tide of Spiritual Power formed a hurricane that swept towards the surrounding formations, leaving the others below the arena stunned and causing the referee elder's expression to change.
To prevent a repeat of what happened to Mo Yao in the second round, the number of referees for the third round was increased to two, who were almost completely focused on the arena, just in case someone actually lost their life.
Fortunately, before the referee elder could rush onto the stage, a figure fell off the stage and crashed to the ground, instantly dispelling the formation on the entire stage.
With the referee elder's cultivation level, he could easily determine that the person who had fallen was still alive.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, steadied himself, and calmly looked at the person.
As long as you're alive, it doesn't matter, and the Holy Heaven Association has nothing to do with it.
The others' gazes also fell on the person who had been thrown off the stage.
The man's body was half-shattered, his limbs were broken, and he was covered in blood; he was in a truly wretched state.
Although he was seriously injured, he was not dead yet and was still conscious.
Now, lying on the ground, feeling waves of intense pain coursing through his body, he could not help but groan in agony, his breath coming in short gasps, as if he would die at any moment.
After seeing the person's face clearly, countless people's expressions changed.
Mo Yao!
How could it be Mo Yao!
Mo Yao actually... lost!?
On the arena, Qu Youmeng looked down at the audience with a cold expression.
She slowly sheathed her sword, raised her hand to tidy the stray hairs that had been ruffled by her ear, her pale pink lips pursed, and suddenly a chilling, sarcastic smile appeared on her face.
Don't let me run into you.
All the people heard was that slow, deliberate voice repeating a very familiar phrase, word by word.
"Ah... you're right about one thing."
"The difference between you and me is indeed like that between a firefly and the bright moon. However, who is the firefly, and who is the bright moon? The difference in their abilities has already been determined."