Many people did not want Mo Wen to win. To be precise, more than 90% of the people in the Blood Battle Palace did not want Mo Wen to win.
This was no longer a matter of regional honor, but one's own personal interests.
If Mo Wen won, then those who bet on Mo Wen to lose would all lose all their money. However, there were some crazy gamblers who, from the beginning, had thought that it was a sure win and no loss deal, so they had bet almost all of their assets on it.
1: 10000. How did such a terrifying and unbelievable ratio come out? All of them were the result of those people throwing out their wealth and 'contributions'.
If Mo Wen won this battle, the Blood Battle Palace would have their share of the shocking gambling stake deducted, and the rest would be divided among those who had bet on Mo Wen's victory.
How many people had bet on Mo Wen winning? Not many of them could be found!
Mo Wen's five billion bet seemed to have taken up more than 95% of the profits.
The entire Battle Blood Palace was in an uproar. Everyone was looking at the central battlefield in horror, at Mo Wen, who was still holding on.
The time of their death seemed to be getting closer and closer …
"Can Mo Wen really win?"
Ji Tong looked at her father. She had not expected that just now, they had been saying that Mo Wen would lose without a doubt. In the end, not long after, the possibility of Mo Wen winning had become greater and greater. Was that Li Feng really about to run out of fuel?
Ji Yue looked at the central battlefield in shock. When he saw his daughter looking at him, he took a deep breath and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to win."
Hu Luxue, Zaguli, and the other members of the alliance were overjoyed when they heard this. Comparatively speaking, they clearly hoped that Mo Wen would win.
"It's already impressive that the caster can persist for more than 150 breaths in this terrifying Transmigration Sword Formation. At the very least, more than 90% of Supreme Profundity Late-stage Immortal Cultivators would not be able to persevere for such a long time. It's even to the extent that with my cultivation, I'll only be able to persist for 150 to 180 breaths of time. "
Ji Yue sighed with emotion. The Soul-Devouring Samsara Sword Array consumed a terrifying amount of spiritual energy with every breath. That was already something that an ordinary Supreme Profundity Realm later stage immortal cultivator could not do. Li Feng, an immortal cultivator in the Supreme Profundity Realm middle stage, could actually persevere for such a long time. It was already somewhat shocking. The spiritual power in his body. Whether in terms of quantity or quality, they would not be inferior to late Supreme Profundity Immortal cultivators.
"Who told him to display such a sword array? He deserves to run out of spiritual energy."
Ji Tong was secretly excited. Because Mo Wen had given her some cultivation insights before he left, she now had a good impression of Mo Wen.
Ji Yue glanced at his daughter and said with a wry smile, "The reason isn't the sword array. It's Mo Wen … I can't see through Mo Wen. I can't see through him at all … "
Ji Yue kept shaking his head. He realized more and more that Mo Wen was unfathomable. He was even more unfathomable than the Phoenix Clan's high ambassador.
The consumption of the Lustful Reincarnation Sword Formation was indeed great, but the consumption of the people trapped in the sword formation was even greater in order to resist the attacks of the sword formation. Far more powerful than the spellcaster.
At the very least, if he were to fall into such a sword array and remain in a stalemate for such a long time, the spiritual power in his body would have long been exhausted.
At that time, even if he could defeat Li Feng, he would still lose to him.
Normally, the way to deal with the Lustful Samsara Sword Formation was to use absolute strength to forcefully tear a hole in the sword formation and charge out.
Unless his Cultivation was far higher than Li Feng's, delaying tactics like Mo Wen's could only be used when his Cultivation was far higher than Li Feng's. It could withstand the consumption. But the reality was that Mo Wen's cultivation was three ranks lower than Li Feng's.
On the other side, the Lady Poison's gaze was especially surprised. She looked at Mo Wen without blinking. He could actually withstand the consumption for so long in the Lustful Reincarnation Sword Formation. How did he do it?
If it were her, with her cultivation, she would have no problem withstanding the consumption. But her cultivation was at the pinnacle of Supreme Profundity Great Perfection. She was also once a famous Blood Gladiator of the Blood Battle Palace. She could easily tear apart the Lustful Reincarnation Sword Formation or endure it for a long time.
But Mo Wen was just an immortal cultivator at the later stage of the Tide Changing Realm. How did he do it?
She had personally tested him just now. Mo Wen's realm was indeed only at the later stage of the Tide Changing Realm. Because he cultivated Yin Yang Qi, his energy was especially concentrated. His cultivation at the later stage of the Tide Changing Realm was almost comparable to that of an immortal cultivator at the beginning stage of the Supreme Profundity Realm. But that was all. An ordinary cultivator at the beginning stage of the Supreme Profundity Realm would most likely not even last a breath in the sword formation. They would be killed instantly.
"This young man is quite interesting." The Lady Poison smiled charmingly.
Nie Junxue clenched her fists nervously. Her palms were sweaty. The closer it was to the end and the more crucial it was, the more nervous she became.
Could Mo Wen really win?
Zhuang Qixian and the others stared blankly at the battlefield. The expressions on their faces kept changing.
Wei Dahai swallowed. He could not suppress the jealousy in his eyes. If Mo Wen won, then his reward …
Zhong Quanjing was also jealous.
Zhuang Qixian was the same. He pursed his lips tightly.
"Useless!"
Red-eyebrowed Freak cursed. His face was cold, but he did not look flustered and exasperated because he was about to lose.
The Lady Poison glanced at Red-eyebrowed Freak. Her eyes were thoughtful.
…
In the center of the battlefield, Li Feng's face was getting paler and paler. His breathing was chaotic. He was indeed on the verge of collapsing.
"How did you do it?" He gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Wen with a dumbfounded expression. Even in his dreams, he did not expect that Mo Wen's cultivation was lower than his. Instead, Mo Wen had almost exhausted him.
He was indeed dumbfounded. Who was it that was fighting three ranks higher? Who was it?
"Guess."
Mo Wen chuckled. Blood kept seeping out of the Melding Hook Battle Armor, but he did not care at all. This kind of ordinary blood could be produced in large amounts with just a thought. A broken arm or an amputated arm could grow back very quickly.
If Mo Wen could not injure his core, he would not have the power to live.
"I guess your sister."
Li Feng's expression was extremely ugly. He immediately cursed. He had actually failed. He had lost to an immortal cultivator at the later stage of the Tide Changing Realm. Reality had proven that he could not defeat this preliminary cultivator with his own strength.
"Pay attention to your character. Even in the face of failure, as a man, you cannot lose your composure. You must remain calm and accept the fact of your failure with a broad mind. You must know that failure is the mother of success … "
It was easy for Mo Wen to talk while standing. He rambled on.
"Broad-minded my ass."
Li Feng was so angry that his face turned red. But very quickly, he laughed coldly. "Do you think you have won? Stop dreaming. "
As he spoke … He slowly took out an item from his sleeve and pressed it on his face.
It was a silver half-mask. It shone with silver light and was inlaid with blue gems. It was beautiful. It was like a starry sky. A simple and holy aura emanated from the mask, and Li Feng's entire person instantly became ethereal and ethereal.
A beam of hazy starlight shone down from the mask and enveloped Li Feng's body.
The next moment, his aura continued to rise. The spiritual power in his body increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. Almost in an instant, his spiritual power had recovered to its peak state.
"Starry Mask." Mo Wen's expression turned serious. He did not expect that the Starry Mask would appear in Li Feng's hands. Obviously, the old man with the red eyebrows could not afford to lose and had given his sacred treasure to him.
Once the Starry Mask appeared. Outside the arena, there was a commotion.
"Starry Mask! Isn't that one of the top five sacred treasures in Moyang City? It is said that this item is quite extraordinary. In terms of uniqueness, even the number one sacred treasure cannot compare to it. "
"Starry Mask! Haha, how shameless is the old man with the red eyebrows? He actually lent such a precious treasure to his fighter. But I like it. Haha, I finally don't have to lose my 30 million Primordial Stones. "
"The red eyebrows old man is too f * cking despicable. I said that this person is sneaky. He is not a good person at first glance. He is full of evil tricks. But I f * cking like you like this. Haha … "
"Haha, finally I don't have to lose. I said, how could the red eyebrows old man lose to a mere preliminary cultivator so easily? "
"I bet 40 million Primordial Stones just because of the Red-eyebrowed Old Monster's reputation. That's all I have. He is indeed an old monster in the Divine Illusionary Realm. He is indeed trustworthy. "
…
In the audience seats, everyone was extremely excited. This underground fight could be said to be full of twists and turns. It was full of twists and turns.
However, the red eyebrows old man's Starry Mask had appeared. It was impossible for him to lose again. It was impossible for him to lose again!
If he lost again, Li Feng could go to hell. Living was a waste of food.
Unlike most of the audience, the expressions of the 72 Tribes Alliance, Nie Junxue, and the others changed drastically. Because of the bet, they had also heard some information about the Starry Mask. They did not expect it to appear in Li Feng's hands!
Zhuang Qixian and Wei Dahai looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths curled up into a smile.
"Cheating, this is cheating!" Nie Junxue protested, glaring at the red eyebrows old man.
"Little girl, what are you glaring at? Are your eyes big?" The red eyebrows old man glanced at Nie Junxue. He was obviously in a good mood as he looked at Mo Wen on the battlefield. Humph, you are still too young to fight with me.
"You cheated." Nie Junxue gritted her teeth.
"Cheated? There is no rule in the Battle Blood Palace that one cannot use a sacred treasure. If you are not satisfied, you can go to the Battle Blood Palace Tribunal to complain about me. "
The red eyebrows old man smiled coldly.
Indeed, there was no rule in the Battle Blood Palace that one could not use a sacred treasure in an underground fight. There was also no rule against using someone else's sacred treasure in an underground fight. Everyone knew that the red eyebrows old man was being a little too despicable. Since he had already used a sacred treasure, why didn't he just do it himself? Wouldn't it be faster to win?
However, no one could find any fault with this matter.
"Little girl, in the history of the Battle Blood Palace, you have never dared to bet with a senior in the Divine Illusionary Realm at the later stage of the Tide Changing Realm."
The Lady Venom shook her head. Her meaning was clear. Even if Mo Wen lost, he could only blame himself for being too reckless and overconfident.
…
"Hehe, show me how arrogant you can be. Aren't you very arrogant? Aren't you very good at exhausting me? Continue exhausting me. How many times can you exhaust my spiritual power? Once? Twice? Ten times? A hundred times?"
Li Feng laughed strangely. His eyes were full of pride. A sacred treasure! He had never touched one in his life. He did not expect to have the chance to use one in his lifetime. He had to thank this arrogant and conceited Trial Taker.
With the Starry Mask, his spiritual power would constantly recover. It was impossible for him to exhaust it again.
And how long could Mo Wen last?
As time passed, he would die under his own sword matrix sooner or later.
With the instant recovery of his spiritual power, the power of the sword matrix also increased sharply, reaching its strongest state.
Beams of sword light bombarded the matrix madly. The whole sword matrix was filled with murderous intent.
Mo Wen frowned. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said calmly, "Since you called me arrogant, I will show you how arrogant I am."
(To be continued.)
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