There was a tearing sound, as if a piece of cloth had been forcefully torn apart.
Under everyone's gaze, Zheng Li seemed to have turned into an extremely ferocious goshawk. His hands had also turned into ferocious and sharp talons, clawing out continuously.
With the same amount of power, Zheng Li's technique was extremely exquisite. As soon as he launched an attack, his opponent could not fight back at all. He could only retreat and defend, but it was all in vain. In just one exchange, Zheng Li's talons broke through his defense. Following a unique trajectory, there was no way for him to dodge. He was continuously struck by the talons, bleeding profusely.
In the end, Zheng Li's talons grabbed his opponent's shoulders and gripped tightly. Even the bones were pierced by his talons. Under the force of his arms, his opponent was torn apart. Blood flowed everywhere, and his organs splattered everywhere. It was extremely bloody.
"An ant is an ant." Zheng Li snorted disdainfully. He shook off the blood on his hands. His ferocious gaze swept past everyone, making them shudder.
"Congratulations, number three. You've received one point," the Holy Spirit said. His tone did not change at all because of Zheng Li's ferocious tearing of his opponent.
Chu Mu thought. He was still replaying Zheng Li's every move in his mind.
Every movement of his, be it his figure or his attack, could be described with one word: direct. It was not flashy, nor was it subtle. It was very direct and very sharp. There were no superfluous movements. It was all for the sake of killing the target in a better and more efficient manner.
As expected of a supreme expert. He had experienced countless battles of life and death. Only after walking out of countless battles of life and death did he know how to best exert his strength in battle, even if his cultivation and power were restricted.
Returning to one's natural state, removing the impurities and preserving the essence!
Zheng Li's style was direct, sharp, and ferocious. Chu Mu analyzed it carefully. He knew that Zheng Li's every attack was not done casually. There was a purpose to it.
If his cultivation and power weren't restricted, he wouldn't need to do this at all. He could kill his opponent with a casual blow. However, with his cultivation and power restricted, it was impossible for him to tear apart the body of a high-level Martial Saint expert. Therefore, he launched a series of attacks first. The landing point of each attack was so that he could better tear his opponent's body apart at the end.
In other words, Zheng Li had the intention of tearing his opponent apart from the very beginning. Therefore, his eagle claw attacks were aimed at destroying his opponent's body in order to complete the final blow.
After understanding this, he had a better understanding of Zheng Li's ruthlessness.
In the first battle, half of Number 18's body was charred black. She looked very miserable, but her injuries were not serious and she would recover soon. But in the second battle, Number 75 was really very miserable. First, he was abused, then his body was torn apart. Even his Primordial Spirit did not escape and was directly torn apart by Zheng Li in the process of tearing his body.
Peerless experts indeed had such means.
The tragic state of Number 75 caused many people to feel distressed, and it had more or less affected them.
However, as the third battle began, everyone adjusted their moods and continued to watch the battles.
This was a good opportunity to watch others fight, especially when their power was restricted. They were basically fighting with their skills and experience. It was easier to broaden their horizons and deepen their understanding of the application of power.
The two sides of the third battle were similar in strength. It was basically the same as the first battle. It was another intense battle.
Battle after battle continued. When someone encountered a peerless expert, they immediately thought of Number 75's miserable state. Most of them directly admitted defeat. There was nothing they could do. They could only sigh at their bad luck.
Chu Mu was Number 63.
He just happened to be chosen for this battle.
As the person with the lowest cultivation out of the hundred, he just happened to be the first person to cross the hundred-thousand-meter-long chasm. Everyone could not help but look at him in a different light.
However, as Chu Mu's opponent, Number 16, who was originally a high-level Martial Saint expert, did not think that Chu Mu would be a match for him.
The others also thought so. It should be known that almost everyone's cultivation and power were restricted. They were at the pinnacle of the Three-star Martial Saint level. What they competed with was skills and experience. Chu Mu's power was only at the beginner level of the Two-star Martial Saint level. Not to mention skills and so on, just in terms of power alone, the others were much stronger than him. He could completely suppress them. Even in terms of experience, everyone present was probably above him.
Therefore, by inference, Chu Mu was the weakest out of the hundred. Picking him as an opponent was equivalent to gaining some points for free.
"Junior, admit defeat yourself," Chu Mu's opponent, Number 16, said to Chu Mu very directly.
"You may not be a match for me," Chu Mu said. He was telling the truth, but to others, it sounded like he was boasting.
"This junior is a little interesting," a peerless expert said with a smile.
"He's just a boastful person," another peerless expert said disdainfully.
"Alright, then let me see how you're going to defeat me." When Chu Mu's opponent heard his words, he was so angry that he laughed. He was very unhappy that a junior at the beginner level of the Two-star Martial Saint level said such things.
"You'll know very soon," Chu Mu said. He stretched out his hand and grasped the void. Under the spreading flames, the Blazing Brilliance Spiritual Sword appeared in his hand.
"Spiritual Sword." His opponent's eyes lit up. He immediately said, "Although the Spiritual Sword is very good, you still need to have sufficient strength to be able to unleash the power of the Spiritual Sword."
Chu Mu did not answer. He had never been good at arguing.
Chu Mu got into a fighting stance and drew his sword. Sword Light streaked across the sky like a meteor and attacked his opponent.
Originally, Chu Mu's sword could be faster, but it was also limited. It was only at the standard of a peak Three-star Martial Saint.
However, he was only at the beginner level of the Two-star Martial Saint level, but his sword speed had reached the peak of the Three-star Martial Saint level. This was indeed surprising, but not too shocking. After all, he was the first person to pass through the hundred-thousand-meter Heavenly Chasm. How could it be possible if he did not have some outstanding ability?
"Is this what you're relying on?" Number 16 snorted coldly. He raised his palm and lightly struck out. The seemingly weak palm strike contained the power of wind and thunder. Its power was astonishing.
With a flick of his wrist, the Sword Light twisted and turned like starlight jumping. It avoided the opponent's palm strike and instantly arrived in front of him.
Number 16's reaction was extremely fast. As a high-level Martial Saint expert, he had countless battle experience and outstanding skills. His body swayed like a pendulum and avoided Chu Mu's Sword Light. He continuously struck out with both hands. His palms were like knives. Green wind blades with golden edges appeared to be incomparably sharp. All of them blasted towards Chu Mu.
As Number 16 attacked, he moved at high speed and distanced himself from Chu Mu. He formed hand seals and cast spells to attack from all directions.
He was an expert who specialized in spells. He also knew how to use his spells to battle. He maintained a certain distance from his opponent so that he could better unleash his spells.
Chu Mu's sword shattered the wind blades one after another. His figure moved around, evading the barrage of spells one after another as he closed in on his opponent.
Battle ability was related to one's battle talent and battle experience. Chu Mu did not lack battle experience. He had experienced many battles, big and small. His battle talent was even more outstanding.
The trajectory of his movements was difficult to predict.
"This junior's battle skills are very good," a peerless expert said.
To be praised by a peerless expert meant that Chu Mu's battle skills were indeed very elementary.
"It's just that his strength is a little low. If he has the strength of a three-star Martial Saint, he should be able to defeat his opponent."
The moment this peerless expert made such a judgment, the battle on the platform changed. Chu Mu closed in on his opponent and displayed extremely pure sword techniques. Under layers of overlapping Sword Light, his opponent could not pull away at all.
It felt like a fish that had fallen into a net. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break out of the net's shackles.
Chu Mu was best at close combat. He was also very powerful. In a situation where his strength was restricted to the same level, it was a battle of skills. His skills were very astonishing.
Before he could cast his spell, it was broken by Chu Mu's sword.
The difference began to show.
Some of the techniques of a high-level Martial Saint expert could only be displayed with sufficient cultivation. In a situation where one's cultivation and strength were restricted, there were some techniques that could not be displayed at all.
On the other hand, Chu Mu was different. His original cultivation was like this. The display of his strength was related to his cultivation. He was not restricted in any way and could display it to his heart's content.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Three Sword Light in a row stabbed in different directions at the same time.
Number 16 tried his best to dodge, but only managed to avoid two of them. He was hit by the third and was immediately injured.
Chu Mu's attacks were endless. Sword Light was like a long river, flowing endlessly. Number 16 had no way to counterattack. He was injured again as he struggled to defend.
"I admit defeat." Unable to counterattack and continuously injured, Number 16 was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "I admit defeat."
As soon as he admitted defeat, Chu Mu withdrew his sword and stopped attacking.
Then, right before Chu Mu's eyes, Number 16's figure quickly faded and disappeared.
"Congratulations, Number 63. You've defeated your opponent and received one point. Now, you have two points," the Sacred Spirit said.
Chu Mu returned to his room and rested.
In the battle just now, he did not use up much of his strength. In a situation where his strength was restricted, he only needed to display the strength of a one-star Martial Saint to reach the peak of the three-star Martial Saint level.
"He actually won."
"This junior cannot be underestimated."
"Interesting. This person is actually a monster." Zheng Li's eyes flashed with a fierce light as they fell on Chu Mu. "In my life, I've killed geniuses of all levels, but I've never killed a monster. I wonder how it feels to kill one?"
Chu Mu felt a chill run down his spine. He followed Zheng Li's gaze and immediately met Zheng Li's fierce gaze.
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