Since he had defeated Wang Yinru previously, Mo Wen's popularity had increased greatly. Now that he was in the eighth match, no one dared to challenge him for a long time. After all, Mo Wen's ability was there for all to see. How would an average person dare to challenge him casually?
The challenge fee for the eighth round was eight thousand contribution points. Who would be willing to give so many contribution points away?
However, Mo Wen was happy to take a break. Just now, when he was fighting with Wang Yinru, he had used up too much of his Inner Qi. Now, while his opponent had yet to go on stage, he was circulating his martial arts to recover a portion of his Inner Qi and adjust his condition.
Regardless of whether it was the Nine Yang Divine Technique or the Nine Yin Divine Technique, they were both top-notch techniques in the world. Their ability to recover Inner Qi naturally far exceeded that of ordinary techniques. In just a short while, Mo Wen had recovered quite a bit of his Inner Qi. Although he was unable to reach his peak condition in such a short period of time, he was still able to maintain a decent fighting condition.
In the Challenge Hall, it was not easy to become the King of the Arena. Only those who had completed ten consecutive challenges could be called the King of the Arena.
If he was knocked out of the ring by someone else in the tenth round, then he would not be able to become the King of the Ring.
However, those who participated in the tenth challenge, won the challenge, and continued on to the tenth challenge, winning the battle, but they could not be called kings of the ring.
This was because they had appeared out of nowhere and had not won ten matches in a row.
The difference was that the more battles he fought, the more his inner Qi was consumed, and his strength was steadily declining. By the time he reached the ninth and tenth match, his inner Qi would start to run out, and it would be difficult for him to defeat stronger and stronger opponents.
Moreover, if a very strong opponent appeared in the earlier battles, there was a possibility that he would be injured. Once he was injured, the later battles would be even more difficult.
The standard of the King of the Ring was to win ten matches consecutively. In reality, Mo Wen had only entered the arena after the sixth match. Even if he had completed the challenge of the tenth match, strictly speaking, he was not the King of the Ring. However, to be able to last from the sixth to the tenth match, there was almost no difference between him and the King of the Ring. After all, the later matches were the real battles.
After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, someone finally entered the arena. Wrapped in a blue light, a petite woman appeared in the arena.
She held a dagger in her hand. Her appearance was not outstanding, but her eyes were full of spirit. She had short hair and was dressed in martial attire. Everything about her was simple and capable.
"You are very strong."
Once she got on stage, she said these three words to Mo Wen, then fell silent.
Mo Wen looked at the woman in surprise. Based on his Qi, this woman seemed to be less of a threat to him than Wang Yinru. Why did she dare to challenge him?
"Don't be surprised. If you can beat me, then you've won the eighth round. Let's fight."
The short-haired woman seemed to have seen through Mo Wen's doubts. After she said that expressionlessly, she suddenly attacked without any hesitation.
She did not use any techniques. Instead, she jogged towards Mo Wen. Her speed was not fast, but her footwork was very strange. It was as though there was no trace of her next step.
For a moment, Mo Wen was a little puzzled. He began to feel a little uncertain about the woman's position. Although he was running forward, he couldn't tell where she would appear in the next moment.
However, he was sure that it wasn't that this woman didn't use her movement technique. It was just that her movement technique was different from usual. It wasn't in terms of speed, but in terms of direction.
When you can't determine the opponent's position, it's almost impossible to hit her.
"That's Chen Zi. What is she doing up there?" Below the stage, there were still sounds of discussion.
"Chen Zi's ability shouldn't be as good as Wang Yinru's. Isn't she just looking for trouble by challenging that youth?"
"That's right. The last time she challenged Wang Yinru, she didn't even last for fifteen minutes and lost. Her ability is at most a little stronger than Zheng Fangyu."
"That's because you guys don't understand. Chen Zi is a very strange person. Many times she challenged someone, she knew that she would lose, but she still dared to go up. That time when she fought with Wang Yinru, everyone knew that she couldn't possibly win, but she still went up. She didn't seem to be doing it for the reward of the challenge, but to practice a technique. That technique seems like it can only be comprehended under great pressure. "
"That's not a secret anymore. You don't have to tell me. I know the technique that she is practicing. It's called the Intentionless Knife Technique. There's only one knife, but she still hasn't mastered it. Initially, she wanted to challenge Invisible Sabre Demon, hoping to comprehend the Intentionless Knife through the knife fight. However, it's a pity that Sabre Demon didn't care about her at all.
"You said that she is practicing the knife? Bullsh * t! It's not that it doesn't exist to comprehend martial arts during a fight, but that thing can't be forced. It's only possible when one's thoughts are clear, and it's something that can only be encountered, not sought. Forcefully pursuing it will have the opposite effect. "
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Mo Wen looked at Chen Zi, who was getting closer, and his lips curled up slightly. Although this type of martial art technique was rare, he had seen it before. The reason why this type of martial art technique was rare was because this type of martial art technique had very high requirements, so very few people could create it.
Moreover, this type of martial art technique was very difficult to practice. It required continuous training, repeated over and over again, year after year, to have a small success. Just like an oil seller pouring oil, one could only grasp the rhythm after years of training.
Many ancient martial art practitioners didn't have enough patience, so they wouldn't practice such a boring type of martial art technique. Hence, this type of martial art technique was rarely practiced by people. It wasn't popular, so this type of martial art technique was rare.
Although this type of martial art technique was difficult to practice, once it was successfully practiced, the rewards would be huge. Compared to normal martial art techniques, this type of martial art technique had a huge advantage, not in terms of speed, but in terms of rhythm and control.
Once it was successfully practiced, the control of one's body would be perfect, and in actual combat, it would have an unimaginable effect.
A natural battle master was someone who had a perfect grasp of the rhythm and rules of a battle. Normally, when fighting with an enemy, it was very easy to drag the opponent into the rhythm that he had created, and then follow his rhythm. Once the opponent's rhythm was controlled, he would completely lose the battle.
Mo Wen immediately judged that this was a woman with very exquisite fighting techniques, and she had a lot of perseverance.
The two of them were 150 meters apart, and in a short while, the short-haired woman had run in front of Mo Wen.
When she was still 10 meters away from Mo Wen, her speed suddenly increased by 10 times. Her silhouette drew an arc in the air, and flashed past Mo Wen's left rib cage.
At the same time, a cold light flashed, and a sharp blade instantly appeared in front of Mo Wen's chest.
The moment she passed by Mo Wen, it was the moment that the short blade sliced Mo Wen's body.
The angle of Chen Zi's attack was very tricky, so tricky that Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, because if he were to attack Chen Zi now, he would definitely not be able to predict the short blade, and the short blade would give him a fatal blow.
But if he were to block the short blade, the woman would definitely pass by him in an instant, and then continue to adjust her condition to launch the next wave of attacks, substituting the rhythm of the battle into her rhythm.
"Interesting."
Mo Wen's lips curled into a smile. Fighting with a person who had such exquisite control of the battle was indeed very tiring.
Chen Zi's advantage was no longer in terms of how high her Cultivation was, or how powerful the martial arts she practiced was, but in the battle, her calculations in every second, and her precise calculations and experience to defeat a strong opponent.
This was not the first time that Mo Wen had met such an opponent. He had met them before, and they were the type of people who treated fighting as an art. Their battles were an art, a meticulous setup and planning.
In reality, although Mo Wen had the experience of two lifetimes and had battled many times, his control of the battle was still not as good as this type of ancient martial arts practitioner. They had been training specifically for this. They had been calculating accurately at all times, and after a long time, it had become a habit.
But Mo Wen was not like that. His experience was more on the practice, and not on how to fight.
A person's energy was limited, and it was impossible to take care of everything. If he spent so much time studying these, then his Cultivation would definitely be dragged down, and it would be impossible for him to have the achievements he had now.
For ancient martial arts practitioners, the level of Cultivation was the king. The higher the Cultivation, the absolute advantage. Others could simply smash a small mountain into pieces with a palm, and they could send you flying with just the pressure of the air. No matter how precise your control of the battle was, what was the use?
This type of practice was mostly unorthodox, and not the main path. Most of the time, it was those ancient martial arts practitioners who were not very talented, and were unable to have any further breakthroughs in their Cultivation. In order to increase their abilities, they would specially practice this type of ability.
The woman in front of him was in line with this point. Her Cultivation was indeed not high, only in the later stage of the Qi Nucleation realm, which was not even as good as Zheng Fangyu.
But her ability was definitely above Zheng Fangyu's. Although Zheng Fangyu's Cultivation was higher than hers, her higher Cultivation was unable to achieve the level of suppression. Once she was unable to defeat Chen Zi in a short period of time, she would fall into Chen Zi's battle rhythm, and then be restrained at every turn, eventually losing.
Zheng Fangyu's ability was unable to achieve the level of suppression of Chen Zi, but Mo Wen could. Although his Cultivation was not necessarily higher than Zheng Fangyu's, his ability was far from what she could compare to.
So, in the instant that Chen Zi was exchanging blows with him, Mo Wen did not intend to fall into her battle rhythm. Instead, he did not want to waste time with her, and wanted to end the battle in the shortest time possible.
A shapeless ripple, with Mo Wen as the epicenter, instantly spread out. In the instant that the two of them crossed, it enveloped Chen Zi completely.
That ripple was like a force field, pulling Chen Zi's body outwards fiercely, directly dragging her more than a meter away. The silhouette that was supposed to cross each other once again appeared in front of Mo Wen, rudely changing her trajectory.
That sharp dagger had also pulled a distance away from Mo Wen.
Originally, Chen Zi, who had calculated accurately and knew her next move, suddenly had a change of expression.
As a fighting master, she was naturally very sensitive to battles. Just now, she was the one who had created the rhythm and held the initiative, but her body was being pulled by a shapeless force. After forcefully changing her position, all her attack rhythm had completely collapsed, and her subsequent strategy could no longer be carried out.
Moreover, that shapeless force's interference was definitely something that the opponent thought was created. That meant that not only had she lost all the rhythm of the battle, but she had also fallen into someone else's rhythm.
She understood very clearly that once she fell into someone else's battle rhythm, it would be a very scary thing. (To be continued.)
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