On the battlefield, Mo Wen and Tongming fought very quickly. In a few breaths, they had exchanged more than 100 blows. In the eyes of an ordinary person, they had just picked up a teacup and taken a few sips of tea before the battle was over.
Tongming and Mo Wen stood ten meters apart. Compared to before the battle, the two of them did not seem to have changed much. However, Tongming looked at Mo Wen with a rather complicated gaze.
"Benefactor Mo, I am convinced."
Tongming put his palms together and bowed deeply. Then, he slowly retreated. Only he knew what had happened in the battle between the two of them just now. He had never imagined that Mo Wen could be so powerful. Even if it was just his flesh, it could be so powerful.
He vaguely felt that no one in the Golden Buddha Sect's "Tong" generation could compare to Mo Wen. Even the strongest Senior Brother Tong Hui might not be able to defeat this youth.
"To be able to witness a young hero like Benefactor Mo in this year's Martial Arts Circle Convention, this trip has not been in vain. I have no other requests. I will take my leave now."
After retreating from the battlefield, Tongming bowed towards the rostrum and the audience. Then, he led the Golden Buddha Sect disciples out of the Divine Dragon Nest. They did not even want to fight for the sect's ranking.
Originally, the Golden Buddha Sect had lost to Mo Wen and had no chance of first or second place. However, they could still fight for third place.
However, from the looks of it now, the Golden Buddha Sect was clearly not interested.
On the Sinister Wind Sect's team, Hu Shuo's expression was extremely ugly. Tongming had actually lost to Mo Wen in a competition of pure body-refining techniques. Even though he did not know the specifics, he could tell that Tongming had indeed lost to Mo Wen. That youth was not very old, but he had such terrifying attainments in body-refining techniques.
From the battle between him and Tongming, Hu Shuo could see that the lad's use of power was rather shocking. Even though he had not reached the level of Tongming's Thirteen Layered Waves, he was still at the level of Five Layered Waves. Otherwise, he would not have been able to return to his natural state. Also, Mo Wen's physical body was definitely stronger than Tongming's. Otherwise, he would not have been able to defeat Tongming.
"The more terrifying you are, the more uneasy I feel. It is as if there is a fishbone stuck in my throat. No matter what, I must get rid of you. "
Hu Shuo took a deep breath and retreated from the battlefield with a dark expression. Then, he cupped his fists at the presidium. "The Sinister Wind Sect retreats. We will no longer compete with the other sects."
As he spoke, Hu Shuo led the group of Sinister Wind Sect ancient martial art practitioners out of the Divine Dragon Nest. When he passed by Mo Wen, he paused for a moment and gave him a meaningful look before turning to leave.
The Golden Buddha Sect did not fight for a ranking in the Martial Arts Circle Convention, and the Sinister Wind Sect was not interested either. That was because one person, one youth, had suppressed their entire sect. They did not have the face to fight for this ranking. Moreover, the sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm did not care much about this ranking. Otherwise, they would have participated in more than a dozen Martial Arts Circles in a row.
This time, he came out because of the temptation of the Goddess's World. Secondly, there were already sects from the Peng Lai Immortal Realm participating, so a few sects from other sects came to join in the fun. They had never imagined that they would encounter a freak like Mo Wen, who would challenge their entire sect single-handedly.
Hu Shuo knew very well that he was no match for Mo Wen. Perhaps he was slightly stronger than Tongming, but there was definitely a limit. Rather than being defeated by Mo Wen alone, he might as well not participate. It would not be too embarrassing. Moreover, compared to the Martial Arts Circle Convention, there was an even more important matter. He had to quickly return to his sect and report the news of Mo Wen's appearance. Then, he had to come up with a plan to deal with this brat.
With the Golden Buddha Sect and the Sinister Wind Sect retreating, the other sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm also did not have the face to continue. One by one, they chose to withdraw. In the blink of an eye, the eight major sects of the Immortal Realm had all withdrawn from the competition. Even the Goddess Cult was no exception. Not a single one was left.
On the grandstand, everyone was dumbfounded. The dignified eight major sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm had all chosen to withdraw. In an instant, among the top eight sects, other than the Blood Evil Temple that had been eliminated midway, only the Dafang Sect was left.
In an instant, everyone looked at the youth in the center of the battlefield. Everyone knew that the eight major sects of the Immortal Realm had withdrawn because of this youth. With the power of one person, he had forced the eight major sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm to retreat. How impressive was this? At this moment, the figure of this youth was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.
Mo Wen's expression was also very strange. He did not expect the withdrawal of the Golden Buddha Sect to cause such a reaction. The sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm had all left.
However, he also knew that the sects probably also understood that even if they attacked together, they would not be a match for him. Hence, they had chosen to withdraw. Not fighting would at least preserve a sense of mystery. Right now, he had more or less underestimated his own strength. The ancient martial art practitioners of the sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm might not be a match for him even if they all attacked together.
In a sense, the infinite powerhouses of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm were already on a different level from him. His growth in the primeval space this time had far exceeded his expectations.
Of course, he did not look down on the sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. Some of the sects even had absolute strong practitioners of the Tide Changing Realm. One could imagine how deep their foundations were. The people who had come to participate in the Martial Arts Circle Convention were probably just sent out for show. They were not the strongest group of people below the Primordial Soul Realm ancient martial art practitioners.
Gu Jingman stood quietly beside Mo Wen, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Those people were cheering and screaming for her brother … She enjoyed this feeling very much. She hoped that Mo Wen would always be this dazzling. She only wanted to stand beside him and be his foil. From the beginning to the end, she had not made a move, nor had she displayed any of her strength. She only stayed by his side quietly. As long as her brother was around, she would rather be a quiet kitten.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible …" Lord Merciless's eyes were filled with madness and disbelief.
Lord Merciless's eyes were filled with madness and disbelief. He could not believe it. He could not believe that all of this was real. Why! Why was it Mo Wen? Why could he not be so glorious? Moreover, that damned Mo Wen had been inferior to him in the past. He felt like he was about to go crazy. A raging fire rose in his heart. It was the fire of jealousy. This fire could almost burn him to ashes and burn away his rationality.
Yang Zonglin, who was standing beside Lord Merciless, also had a rather ugly expression. His entire face seemed to be twisted together. Given time, that Mo Wen would most likely be a threat to the Blood Evil Temple. If this person had a future, he would definitely be their nightmare.
"Calm down."
Yang Zonglin suddenly noticed that Lord Merciless's expression was ferocious. His eyes were bloodshot, and the light in his eyes was getting crazier and crazier. This was a sign of Qi deviation. If he was not careful, he could very well die at the hands of his own inner demons. Slap! He slapped Lord Merciless unconscious, then quickly carried him out of the Divine Dragon Nest. This was not a place to stay for long.
Wang Yinru's eyes were full of excitement. She had never thought that the Dafang Sect would have such an awe-inspiring day. With just one person and one sword, they had scared off the eight major sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. Such fame was far greater than that of the Martial Arts Circle Convention's sect champion. After this, all the ancient martial art practitioners in the world, including those from the Peng Lai Immortal Realm, would most likely know of the Dafang Sect.
Ling Feng, Tan Qiyue, and the others also looked at each other, speechless for a while. That was their sect leader? And he was a young youth!
"Big Brother Mo is mighty!"
Su Wan 'er raised her arms and shouted. Her face was red. In her eyes, Mo Wen was a hero, a great hero who saved people from suffering. The hero in her heart displayed his might. She was so excited that she could not speak. It seemed that she was even more excited than herself.
Wang Qian was also so excited that she gripped the corner of her clothes tightly. Her small hands were slightly pale from the force she was exerting. She had come to Dragon City to see the world's heroes, but she had never thought that the most dazzling one would be by her side. Moreover, they had gone out to gather medicinal herbs together, sat down to eat together, and … and she had cooked rice and porridge for him.
Thinking of this, Wang Qian felt dizzy. It was as though she was dreaming.
"Interesting!"
Yao Yu had a mink coat draped over her shoulders. She wore a black, tight-fitting gown inside, revealing her exquisite curves to the fullest. Her thighs were long and slender, and she wore a pair of blood-red stilettos. Her entire person emanated an incomparably enchanting aura. What was most eye-catching was that under this enchanting aura, there was actually a noble and dignified charm. The two were mixed together and did not clash at all.
"Young mistress, this person should be comparable to an ordinary sacred level practitioner." Beside Yao Yu was an old man dressed in an ancient gentleman's attire. This person had a head of white hair and looked old, but his eyes were very spirited. He was like a servant, bowing humbly. His face was full of humility.
However, if anyone recognized this old man, they would certainly turn pale with fright. This was because this person was a powerful sacred level practitioner in the Demon Gods Alliance, and he was not an ordinary sacred level practitioner. However, this person lived in seclusion and devoted himself to cultivation. He did not care about the affairs of the world. Very few people knew him.
But no one would have imagined that such a person would actually be as humble as a servant in front of Yao Yu.
"This is also what interests me. At first, I really did not take this little fellow seriously. If he had not provoked me first, I most likely would not have taken a second look at him."
Yao Yu looked at Mo Wen with interest. Her wager with Mo Wen was merely a trap that she had deliberately set up. She did not take it to heart. If this lad and his female companion had not echoed each other and provoked her, she would not have bothered to lower herself to the level of a youth.
However, she did not expect this youth to be somewhat extraordinary.
"I did not expect him to grow to such a stage in such a short time. Could it be that he has also received some ancient inheritance from the Hua Xia world?"
Stunning Snow exclaimed on the other side. Half a year ago, when she met Mo Wen in Fu Sang Country, he was still very weak. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he had become so powerful. He had almost caught up to her, a Sacred Maiden candidate who had received an ancient inheritance from the Gods Alliance.
"However, with his current ability, he does not seem to be able to defeat Yao Yu. He most likely still has a long way to go. However, I am increasingly looking forward to his battle with Yao Yu. "
Stunning Snow pursed her lips and smiled. Originally, she did not think that Mo Wen had the ability to challenge Yao Yu. But now, it seemed that he was not completely unqualified. Although the possibility of Mo Wen defeating Yao Yu was still close to zero, at least it would not be too bad. Also, the contents of their wager were very interesting. (To be continued.)
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