Ye Mo was not pleased with himself just because he barely managed to tie with Xiao Feng. Instead, he was thinking about the pros and cons of this battle. Ye Mo was not a Spirit Cultivating Realm martial artist, so he could not use his techniques as fast as he wanted.
"Not bad. Looks like your senses are strong, but your speed can't keep up, but it's not your fault," Xiao Feng said.
"I'll try to open a Mortal Gate in my legs before the match," Ye Mo said.
"The two people on the second floor are both in the Spirit Cultivating Second Realm. You have to work hard. The young lady still thinks highly of you," Xiao Feng said and left the Martial Pavilion.
Ye Mo familiarized himself with the Heaven-Piercing Finger again and left the Xiao Clan. He had promised to meet Ye Ming in the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain tonight. Although Ye Mo knew that Ye Ming would be prepared, it was time to end things.
As the sky gradually darkened, Ye Mo finished his dinner and reminded Uncle Fu not to go out at night. He walked towards the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain after reminding Uncle Fu not to go out at night.
When Ye Mo arrived at the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain, he did not see anyone. The bamboo forest was a bit gloomy, as if a sleeping lion was about to open its mouth at any time. Ye Mo did not dare to be careless.
"Could it be that Ye Ming is bluffing?" Ye Mo wondered. He looked around and saw a flash of cold light. A flying knife was shot out from the bamboo forest.
Ye Mo was shocked. Opening his pores, the Dragon Power in his Energy Center began to surge. He tilted his body and dodged the flying dagger. The flying dagger missed its target and sliced the bamboo behind Ye Mo in half, causing it to fall in a row.
"It's a Mortal Weapon!"
Before Ye Mo could react, ten Mortal Weapons lined up in a row, forming an inverted line, and shot towards Ye Mo.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! The flying knife from before still had red Yuanli on its surface. The red Yuanli was like a thin mist, but the Yuanli was not fully formed yet. This was a flying knife thrown by a Spirit Cultivating Realm martial artist.
If these ten knives landed on Ye Mo's body, he would definitely be riddled with holes. Ye Mo immediately channeled a stream of Dragon Energy into his mind's Mortal Gate, instantly doubling his reflexes. The ten daggers flying towards Ye Mo's face seemed to slow down in his eyes, allowing him to dodge them easily.
However, Ye Mo did not dodge. Instead, he reached out with one hand, and like a snake, his right arm caught all ten flying daggers flying towards him. The fiery red mist dissipated, and a Dragon Power began to roar. Like an ancient beast, Ye Mo swung his arm towards the flying daggers.
"Dong, dong, dong, dong." The bamboo in the distance was all cut down and fell to the ground.
"If you want to fight, then fight. Why do you have to be so sneaky?" Ye Mo said disdainfully.
"I didn't expect you to be able to dodge these flying knives." A mocking voice came from the bamboo forest. Ye Ming walked out of the forest with his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking at Ye Mo with interest.
Ye Mo looked around and did not see anyone else. He said coldly, "You dare to fight me alone?"
"Now that I've successfully opened my mind's Mortal Gate and reached the Spirit Cultivating First Realm, do I need anyone else to beat you up?" Ye Ming sneered and shot towards Ye Mo.
In the Spirit Cultivating First Realm, one could release their Yuanli and practice their heart techniques to add attributes to their Yuanli, increasing the speed at which they could absorb the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth. Only when one reached the Spirit Cultivating First Realm could one be considered a true martial artist.
Ye Mo looked at Ye Ming, chuckled, and reached out with his Spirit Serpent Palm.
"Spirit Serpent Palm? Taste my Merciful Palm! "
Ye Ming looked at Ye Mo's Spirit Serpent Palm, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. Red Yuanli gathered in his right hand, and with a push of his palm, a strong gust of wind blew the bamboo behind Ye Mo.
The Merciful Palm was the famous martial technique of the Ye Clan, a High-grade Spiritual Level martial technique. Ye Mo had always wanted to learn this martial technique, but he never had the chance to do so, as this martial technique could only be learned by the prodigies of the Ye Clan.
"Let's see if your Merciful Palm or my Heaven-Piercing Finger is stronger." Ye Mo looked at the strong gust of wind that was blowing towards him, and his face was almost cut by the wind. Ye Mo did not dodge, and a stream of Dragon Energy instantly rushed towards the Mortal Gate on his right hand. Ye Mo stretched out two fingers and stabbed towards Ye Ming's Merciful Palm.
Whoosh!
Ye Mo's finger seemed to be able to pierce through the air. With the black stream of Dragon Energy, Ye Mo's attack was comparable to a Spirit Cultivating First Realm martial artist. The Heaven-Piercing Finger and the Merciful Palm collided. Both were High-grade Spiritual Level martial techniques, but it was up to the user to decide who was stronger.
"Merciful Palm!"
"Heaven-Piercing Finger!"
Bang!
Ye Mo's two fingertips landed on Ye Ming's palm, and the force of the impact blew away the surrounding bamboo leaves. Both of them took six steps back, but Ye Ming's palm had already been pierced by Ye Mo's attack.
Ye Mo used a stream of Dragon Energy to break through Ye Ming's palm, and this time, he still had the upper hand. The power of the Dragon Energy was not something that the Merciful Palm could compete with. The dragon was an ancient beast that could fight against the heavens, and was the ancestor of all beasts.
"How can this Ye Mo be so strong?"
Ye Ming, who had entered the Spirit Cultivating First Realm, was full of confidence, but he was already at a disadvantage in the first exchange of blows. Ye Ming's confidence was greatly affected. After shouting angrily, he dashed towards Ye Mo, and it was as if his legs had become one with the wind.
Windward Dash!
Ye Mo kept track of Ye Ming's running path, and Ye Ming's figure kept appearing in his eyes.
"Left!" Ye Mo took a few steps back, and Ye Ming, who had appeared on Ye Mo's right, was already in mid-air, and he attacked Ye Mo with both of his legs.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Ye Mo kept blocking Ye Ming's attacks with his right hand.
"Die!" Ye Ming sent Ye Mo flying with a kick. Another flying dagger appeared in his hand. This one was different from the previous ones. The surface of this flying dagger was imbued with a strong wave of Yuanli.
Whoosh!
The flying knife pierced through the air and flew towards the retreating Ye Mo. It was so fast that Ye Mo, who was using a stream of Dragon Energy, could not react in time.
Pfft! The flying knife pierced through Ye Mo's chest, and blood splattered everywhere. After the flying knife pierced through Ye Mo's chest, it strangely turned around and flew towards Ye Mo again.
Ye Mo's heart sank, and the third stream of Dragon Energy went straight to his right hand, and he grabbed the flying knife with one hand.
"You're asking for it. You think you can just grab a flying knife from a Magic Weapon?" Ye Ming sneered at Ye Mo. Although there was only a rank difference between a Magic Weapon and a Mortal Weapon, a Magic Weapon could be infused with Yuanli, and once infused with Yuanli, it would be able to cut through hair and cut through iron like it was mud.
A Spirit Cultivating First Realm martial artist with a Magic Weapon could even take on a Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist.
Ye Mo grabbed the flying knife that was flying towards him, and the knife seemed to be on the verge of falling out of his hand. Two streams of Dragon Energy burst out at the same time. Ye Mo grabbed the flying knife and waved his arm, releasing the Yuanli infused into the knife. A red stream of Yuanli shot out in the direction of Ye Mo's swing, cutting down a row of bamboo in the distance.
Seeing this, Ye Ming's sneer suddenly froze. How did Ye Mo catch a Magic Weapon? Even a Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist would not dare to catch a Magic Weapon barehanded.
Then, Ye Ming remembered that his Magic Weapon was still in Ye Mo's hands, and he immediately became angry. "Ye Mo, give me back the flying knife, and I'll spare your life."
"You hurt me, and you still want the flying knife?" Ye Mo sneered. The Magic Weapon Flying Knife was expensive, powerful, and could be used for sneak attacks.
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