After hearing the cultivation levels of the two of them, the surrounding crowd let out a soft murmur, but they weren't too surprised.
In Middle-Earth Nine Provinces, as long as the difference between their cultivation levels didn't exceed three minor levels, the battle could be carried out.
It wasn't possible to go any higher because there was no need for any techniques. Just the raw strength brought about by one's cultivation level was enough to suppress those with lower cultivation levels.
Zeng Jun was confident to begin with. Now that he heard that Sun Mo was at the first level of the blood-ignition realm, he felt even more at ease. He assumed the posture of an expert and flicked his blade at Sun Mo.
"Teacher Sun, I'll let you attack first!"
Xuanyuan Po was very interested in combat. Moreover, after hearing Sun Mo's name, he immediately squeezed his way into the crowd.
"You can go first!"
Sun Mo modestly declined, mentally musing that Zeng Jun knew how to be a good person. The data from Divine Sight showed that Zeng Jun cultivated the Soul Shattering Blade Art and was proficient in defense.
This meant that Zeng Jun's battle strategy was to defend and counterattack. Now that Sun Mo let him attack first, it was exactly what Zeng Jun wanted.
"Sun Mo, my cultivation level is higher than yours. I'll let you attack first."
Zeng Jun chuckled, appearing magnanimous.
"Forget it, I won't tell others that you are proficient in defense."
Sun Mo spoke bluntly.
The noise rang out again.
The smile on Zeng Jun's face froze as he felt shocked in his heart. How did this brat know what he was proficient in? It couldn't be that Sun Mo knew his actual strength just from a few glances, right?
Sun Mo wasn't a great teacher, so how could he have such judgment ability?
Just when Zeng Jun was thinking about how to refute Sun Mo and whether he should take the initiative to attack, Sun Mo attacked like a sharp arrow.
Ding!
The black sandalwood blade collided with the swift blade.
"Cunning!"
Gu Xiuxun's lips twitched. She could tell from Zeng Jun's expression that Sun Mo wasn't wrong. However, this fellow clearly didn't care about attacking first and then attacking later. In that case, he just wanted to divert Zeng Jun's attention and launch a sneak attack.
"Tsk, small tricks!"
Gao Ben felt disdain.
Zhang Lan was still expressionless.
After his attack succeeded, Sun Mo flipped his wooden blade and slashed out a series of blade shadows, enveloping Zeng Jun.
His main body had been cultivating the Overflow Rain Sword for about seven years. It had already fused with his instincts, so Sun Mo was able to use it naturally.
Zeng Jun had lost the initiative and was a little nervous. But after receiving a few moves, he felt at ease. Sun Mo's attacks were so weak!
He could win!
Zeng Jun was instantly filled with confidence. He wasn't in a hurry to retaliate and was silently waiting for the best opportunity. He wanted to insta-kill Sun Mo and obtain a beautiful victory.
Yes, not only did he have to win, but he also had to win beautifully so that everyone would cheer for him.
Most of the students were just there to watch the show, but with the school leaders' eyesight, they had already determined the winner and loser, so their expressions were all different.
"You shouted quite fiercely, but it turns out to be trash!"
Feng Zewen didn't expect Sun Mo to be so weak. His mastery of the Overflow Rain Sword wasn't bad, but it was far from enough if he wanted to win.
Zhang Hanfu crossed his arms before his chest and was already waiting for Sun Mo to be defeated. He understood Zeng Jun's thoughts, but his appreciation wasn't so cheap unless he crippled Sun Mo's limbs.
However, there was an 80 to 90% chance that An Xinhui would act!
Zhang Hanfu's attention then turned to An Xinhui. He would stop her. In any case, Sun Mo had to be crippled at the very least. Only then would he be able to vent his anger.
For over three years, no one had dared to be so arrogant to him. Sun Mo had to pay the price for his arrogance.
Lian Zheng shook his head imperceptibly. He wouldn't be able to win!
Honestly speaking, Xuanyuan Po felt a little disappointed when he saw this situation. No matter how imposing Sun Mo's aura was, if he wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't be able to win.
An Xinhui didn't say anything. No one knew what she was thinking about.
The spectators didn't say anything. Only the sounds of weapons clashing could be heard.
"Is this the feeling of battle?"
Sun Mo's heart pounded uncontrollably. He felt a sense of excitement growing in his body and spreading out, causing him to feel like roaring.
As a man, how could he not love battle?
In the past, Sun Mo could only enjoy the joy of battle in the game or in the cinema. But now, he could personally display it.
The sharp blade slashed past the tip of his nose, bringing with it the aura of death. The sound of metal clashing blasted his eardrums, causing his adrenaline to gush out like a volcano.
Yes, this was the feeling!
There was no need to care about the scheming in the workplace. There was no need to work hard to maintain interpersonal relationships. He just needed to battle!
Simple!
Pure!
He could live freely!
At this moment, Sun Mo experienced an unprecedented freedom.
The wooden blade in his hand and the ultimate skills he had were Sun Mo's capital. Not convinced? Then I'll beat you up!
After a short moment of distraction, Sun Mo's attention was pulled back. He looked at Zeng Jun's black-haired face and smiled.
His eight spotlessly white teeth were enough to dazzle Zeng Jun's eyes.
"What the hell are you smiling for?!"
Zeng Jun was angered. (Given your standard, I can fight three of you!)
This smile also agitated Zeng Jun. He decided not to wait any longer. But just when he was about to retaliate, Sun Mo's attack suddenly changed.
Beauty Yu!
Water Dragon Roar!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Sun Mo's body suddenly became light and smooth, drifting erratically. The wooden blade slashed out again, bringing along a series of sharp whistles like the cries of a ferocious bird.
Eighteen Words Order!
Pak! Pak! Pak!
The sandalwood blade slashed out faster and faster, blasting toward Zeng Jun.
Zeng Jun immediately felt the pressure on him increase greatly. He couldn't retaliate at all.
"What?"
The school leaders were the first to react. Feng Zewen and Lian Zheng's eyes widened as they stared at Sun Mo.
"What cultivation art is this?"
Zhang Hanfu frowned.
An Xinhui was also puzzled. Her childhood sweetheart knew this? However, she was filled with admiration. Right now, Sun Mo was wielding his blade and attacking repeatedly. He was like a great calligrapher brandishing his brush and splashing ink. His posture was carefree and unrestrained.
The light blue long robes he was wearing fluttered in the wind, exuding an immortal aura.
"Eh?"
Gu Xiuxun and Zhang Lan both let out a cry of surprise. Why did Sun Mo suddenly become so powerful? Compared to his earlier attacks, it was like he was a different person.
The spectators saw Sun Mo attacking Zeng Jun. But in Sun Mo's eyes, it was a different scene.
As long as the wooden blade hit Zeng Jun's body, his head would emit a 'pa' sound and golden light would radiate in all directions. At the same time, a golden page would pop up.
These few pages floated in the air like soft feathers.
"Amazing, my divine skill!"
Sun Mo praised in his heart. This was Immemorial Vairocana, a cultivation art unique to Sun Mo that was defined as an ultimate skill by the system.
After being hit by this divine skill, a page would fly out from the target's hair. On it, the cultivation art that the target had learned would be recorded.
Because it was an elementary-grade cultivation art, the content recorded on each page was very little. Moreover, they weren't the same cultivation art. But even so, Sun Mo didn't care. Right now, he only cared about enjoying the thrill of combat.
Zeng Jun wanted to retaliate, but he couldn't find a chance. Sun Mo's attacks were too concentrated. There was no solution to it and he could only continue to defend.
"How do you feel?"
After Sun Mo asked, his wrist trembled. The wooden blade was like a venomous snake, drawing out a strange arc and suddenly stabbing toward Zeng Jun's mouth.
Crimson Lips!
Swish!
Looking at the rapidly approaching blade tip, Zeng Jun was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat. He could only stomp on the ground and rapidly retreat, increasing the distance between them.
Sun Mo leaped like a ferocious bird, sweeping up the dust on the ground and pressing down on Zeng Jun.
Crow Cries at Night!
Colors of Autumn!
Swish!
The wooden blade slashed out, drawing out a huge arc. In that instant, in Zeng Jun's vision, the black-colored wooden blade brought about a sky full of darkness, covering his entire world.
Then, at the next instant, he was flung through the air. An intense pain gushed up from his chest.
Bang!
Zeng Jun fell to the ground and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
The entire small square fell silent. Let alone the students, even the teachers didn't expect Sun Mo to win so easily!
"How is this possible?"
Ludi was dumbfounded. Sun Mo actually won?
"What cultivation art is that? It's so powerful! "
"I've never seen it before. Has Teacher Liu seen it before?"
"Nope!"
The teachers didn't care about the outcome of the competition. Instead, they were curious about the cultivation art Sun Mo used. This was definitely the foundation of his victory.
"Who is that teacher?"
Some students who came later didn't know Sun Mo and asked.
"Sun Mo, Teacher Sun!"
After someone replied, several gazes landed on Sun Mo.
An Xinhui applauded, revealing a surprised and gratified smile. This childhood sweetheart had once again caused her to look at him in a different light.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from An Xinhui + 1.
Prestige connection with An Xinhui: Neutral (3,100).
Upon hearing the notification, Sun Mo threw a glance at An Xinhui. Very good, the other party was expressionless and only nodded. However, this notification wasn't as cold as she seemed.
"Could it be that An Xinhui is a tsundere?"
Sun Mo guessed.
"I lost? I lost so easily? "
Zeng Jun fell to the ground, his face filled with disbelief. He hadn't even performed his ultimate move, so how did he lose? What did Sun Mo do? He didn't see it clearly at all!
Sun Mo drew a flower with the blade and sheathed the black sandalwood blade back to his waist.
"Thanks for letting me win!"
These two words instantly caused Zeng Jun's face to turn pale. Even his black hair turned pale.
Zeng Jun's lips trembled as he looked toward Zhang Hanfu. Sadly, he only saw Zhang Hanfu's back view as he left. After that, he felt despair.
He knew that he was finished. He had planned to cripple Sun Mo as a sign of loyalty and gain Zhang Hanfu's appreciation. However, he had lost the battle.
"I'm clearly at the second level of the blood-ignition realm, one level higher than you. Why did I lose?"
Zeng Jun roared in rage. He truly couldn't understand. He felt that he hadn't even performed his ultimate move. It was simply too unjust to lose.
Sun Mo naturally wouldn't reply. He casually waved his hand and some golden pages flew over, combining them into a book.
"What does Sun Mo's action mean?"
Zhang Lan didn't understand.
"I don't know. Maybe it's some kind of ritual?"
Gu Xiuxun guessed.
"Impressive, my teacher!"
Xuanyuan Po was surprised. As a man who loved to fight, he instinctively felt that the ultimate move Sun Mo used was very powerful.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Xuanyuan Po + 1.
Prestige connection with Xuanyuan Po unlocked. Current state: Neutral (1,100).
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