The Roaring Sky Wolf Tribe members were enraged. Su Mo was so ruthless. Mo Lang would not be able to participate in the fight meet anymore.
However, they couldn't say anything. After all, as long as no one was killed, it wasn't against the rules.
"You Lang, you should know what to do in the next round right?"
Sage-to-be Sen Lang, the leader of the Roaring Sky Wolf Tribe, asked You Lang, who was covered in silver fur.
"Rest assured uncle, I will defeat Su Mo and make him lose miserably!" You Lang said in a deep voice. He had to defeat Su Mo. Firstly, it was to avenge Mo Lang and secondly, it was to win back the pride of the Roaring Sky Wolf Tribe.
After all, the top genius of the tribe had been defeated by Su Mo in an instant. This was a disgrace to the Roaring Sky Wolf Tribe.
"Mm!" Sage-to-be Sen Lang nodded his head.
At that point, the battle between Su Mo and Mo Lang had already ended and the fights on the fighting platform had started.
However, the entire fighting ground was still noisy. A large number of people were still discussing Su Mo, his strength, and his background.
Su Mo's performance was simply too shocking. Everyone was in disbelief.
However, although Su Mo was strong, he seemed to be relying on a strange ability. His true cultivation rank was still to be seen.
On the stands.
Su Mo quietly watched the fight. He could feel numerous eyes sizing him up.
There were people from the Sun Moon Tribe, the other six superpowers, and the disciples of the True Path Sect.
Lu Gang, Lin Huang, Tang Gu, and the other True Path Sect disciples all had complicated looks on their faces. The True Path Sect had been humiliated previously and they didn't expect a Rank 8 Martial Emperor Realm martial artist to help them regain their pride.
Su Mo sat still as Feng Guang's nagging voice filled his ears.
"Su Mo, how did you defeat Mo Lang just now? Is that purple mist a Fighting Soul? What kind of Fighting Soul is that? It is so strange! " Feng Guang's eyes brightened as his face filled with curiosity. Saliva flew out of his mouth as he asked Su Mo questions one after another.
"Elder Feng, you have so many questions, how do you expect me to answer them?" Su Mo asked.
"Hehe, then tell me, what is that purple mist of yours?" Elder Feng Guang laughed. He was really curious. At the same time, he guessed that no wonder Holy Elder Zhen Xian had a close relationship with Su Mo. Su Mo was a godly talent. It seemed that Elder Zhen Xian valued Su Mo's talent.
"This is a Dream Realm Fighting Soul!" Su Mo said softly, not hiding anything.
"Dream Realm Fighting Soul?"
Feng Guang was not the only one who heard it. The surrounding True Path Sect Elders and disciples also heard it. They all thought to themselves, what kind of Fighting Soul is that? Could it be related to dreams?
"What abilities does the Dream Realm Fighting Soul have?" Feng Guang's eyes widened like a curious baby as he continued to ask.
"Elder Feng, let's talk about this after the martial arts competition!" Su Mo shook his head. He did not want to discuss this matter with Elder Feng.
"Alright, let's go back and talk!" Feng Guang nodded helplessly.
At this moment, a monstrous genius appeared on the battle platform. It was the monstrous genius of the Imperial Sword Valley, Zhuo Jian Hao.
Zhuo Jian Hao carried a large, black sword on his back. He wore a brocade robe and his body was tall and straight. His eyes were sharp and his appearance was handsome. He was comparable to Yang Tiancheng, but his aura was completely different from Yang Tiancheng's. He gave off an invisible aura.
His opponent was a genius of the Shining Spiritual Tribe named Ling Hua. Although he was not as strong as Ling Feng, he was still one of the top three geniuses of the Shining Spiritual Tribe.
This person was extremely skinny and he was less than four feet tall. He looked like a ten-year-old child.
On the battle platform.
Zhuo Jian Hao carried a long sword on his back and stood opposite Ling Hua, looking indifferent.
"Zhuo Jianhao, let me experience your Natal Sword Formation!" Ling Hua said with a serious face. Although he was strong and had the ability to teleport, he did not dare to belittle Zhuo Jian Hao.
"You are not qualified to experience my Natal Sword Array!" Zhuo Jian Hao lightly said.
"Is that so? Then who is qualified? " Ling Hua's eyes narrowed. Zhuo Jian Hao was really arrogant. Was he not even qualified to experience his Natal Sword Array?
"Other than Ling Feng, Yan Lantian, Yang Tiancheng, You Lang and Lei Yunhao, among the seven superpowers, no one else has the right to make me use my Natal Sword Array!" Zhuo Jian Hao's eyes flashed with confidence.
This was the confidence of a godly genius, a kind of invincible confidence.
Many of the spectators nodded their heads in agreement. Zhuo Jian Hao's strength was undeniable. Among the seven superpowers, only the other five godly geniuses could compete with him.
As for Su Mo, he was indeed strong and his techniques were strange. However, his true strength would not be able to compete with Zhuo Jian Hao and the other godly geniuses.
After all, Su Mo was only a Rank 8 Martial Emperor.
"Arrogant!" Ling Hua coldly laughed. Suddenly, his body disappeared and when he reappeared, he was already behind Zhuo Jian Hao.
Shoosh!
A cold light flashed as a short spear appeared in Ling Hua's hand. The short spear pierced through the sky and the tip of the spear instantly neared Zhuo Jian Hao's back.
"So fast!" Su Mo's eyes narrowed. Ling Hua's teleportation speed and the speed of his attack were much faster than the other Shining Spiritual Tribesmen.
Just as the short spear was about to pierce through Zhuo Jian Hao's back, Zhuo Jian Hao twisted his body slightly and instantly dodged the short spear.
In the next instant.
Clang!
A sharp sword cry pierced through the sky and a dazzling sword radiance shot up to the sky. Zhuo Jian Hao had struck with his sword.
The speed of his sword was so fast that no one could see it clearly. All they could see was a cold flash of light as the space split apart and the dazzling cold light shot towards Ling Hua.
"Not good!" Ling Hua's face instantly changed. He immediately used his teleportation again and with a swoosh, his body instantly appeared a hundred miles away.
After dodging Zhuo Jian Hao's sword, Ling Hua lowered his head to look at his shoulder. He saw a shallow sword wound on his shoulder and a trace of blood flowed out.
He had still been hit by the sharp blade.
Thinking back to Zhuo Jian Hao's previous attack, his heart palpitated. Fast, what a fast sword! Furthermore, it was extremely powerful.
"What a terrifying sword!"
"Too fast!"
"I can't even see how he attacked with his sword!"
"He is indeed a gifted swordsman, a demonic genius!"
The crowd was also shocked. Was Zhuo Jian Hao finally starting to show his true strength? Furthermore, this was just an ordinary sword attack. No one knew how powerful his sword formation was!
Su Mo was also very surprised. Compared to Zhuo Jian Hao, his attainments in swordsmanship were really too low.
To him, the sword was just a weapon, a simple weapon. But to a sword master, it was a cultivation orthodoxy.
Zhuo Jian Hao's attainments in swordsmanship were definitely not ordinary. Su Mo was also very curious about how powerful Zhuo Jian Hao's Natal Sword Formation was. He would like to spar with him later.
On the fighting ring, after Zhuo Jian Hao forced Ling Hua back with his sword, a sharp sword force rose from his body.
"Teleportation is useless against me!"
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