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Chapter 148

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Then, the battles on the Group Five Battle Platform continued.

On the spectator stand, Elder Wei wore a faint smile.

Although it was not a good thing for Su Mo to be the Sky Alliance's enemy, he was very satisfied with Su Mo's strength.

In less than a year, he had obtained such strength. Even if his talent was not as good as Duan Jingtian's, it was not far behind.

In the second group's arena.

The battles went on one after another. The first round of ten battles ended, and soon, the second round began.

In the first round, Su Mo, He Yangjun, and Fei Kuang easily defeated their opponents.

Everyone gets one point.

In the second round, Su Mo entered the arena again.

This time, his opponent was a very sturdy young man with a long sword hanging from his waist.

In the ring, the sturdy young man looked at Su Mo with a grave expression.

"It's Huang Feiyang, the Ultimate Shadow Swordsman. I wonder if he can defeat Su Mo!"

"Maybe it's possible. Huang Feiyang's Absolute Shadow Sword Art is so fast that he can disappear without a trace. He is definitely an expert second only to the top ten outer disciples."

Below the stage, many disciples were discussing spiritedly.

"Su Mo, although you're very strong, it's impossible for you to defeat me!"

The muscular youth, Huang Feiyang, was expressionless as he said in a deep voice, "Then let me see just how powerful your strength is!"

"Draw your sword!"

Su Mo said with a smile.

Huang Feiyang nodded and immediately released his Martial Soul.

His Martial Soul was a long silver sword of the Rank 8 Human Class.

Clang!

As the sword was unsheathed and his Martial Spirit was released, the aura on Huang Feiyang's body instantly became extremely sharp.

After a few breaths, when Huang Feiyang's aura reached its peak, he struck out with his sword.

"Xiu!"

Huang Feiyang shook his hand, and an almost undetectable sword light flashed.

In the next instant, a twisted sword radiance suddenly appeared beside Su Mo and slashed at his waist.

Whoosh!

Su Mo moved a few meters to avoid the sword radiance with a gust of wind under his feet.

Xiu Xiu Xiu!

As soon as Su Mo steadied himself, another three sharp sword radiances came at him.

The sword radiance was as thin as a strand of hair and as fast as lightning. It was hidden in the void. If Su Mo did not have sharp senses, he would not have noticed it.

Chi!

The sword radiance cut through Su Mo's figure and it instantly shattered.

It was an afterimage!

Then, Su Mo's figure appeared a dozen meters away from them.

"What a fast movement technique!"

Huang Feiyang was secretly shocked.

There were very few people in the same realm who could dodge his sword technique.

Generally, he only needed one sword strike to deal with martial artists whose strength was lower than his.

"Su Mo is really powerful. His body movement is so extraordinary!"

"Yeah! He's almost as fast as Senior Ling Muchen! "

"…"

The disciples below the ring were also amazed by Su Mo's speed.

On the stage.

"Let's see how you're going to dodge this."

Huang Feiyang bellowed angrily. The long sword in his hand trembled continuously, and his arm turned into countless afterimages.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh ~ ~ ~

Sword light flashed and Sword Qi shot out. Fine and sharp Sword Qi slashed horizontally and vertically, forming a large net that swept across the entire fighting ring.

Whoosh ~

Su Mo was like a willow catkin, shuttling and floating among the sword Qi with ease.

"How … how is this possible?"

Huang Feiyang could not hide the shock on his face.

"Your sword technique is not bad, but your attack power is too weak!"

Su Mo said in a faint voice, "I'm going after you. Using brute force to defeat all techniques, and using brute force to break all techniques."

In the next moment, Su Mo's figure suddenly stopped and he stopped dodging.

Roar!

A tiger's roar resounded. Su Mo's fists were like a ferocious tiger, constantly bombarding.

Boom!

The ferocious tiger roared, and the fist force rushed. In the blink of an eye, all the sword Qi was destroyed.

"Dragon Conquering the World!"

With Su Mo's shout, a huge fist shadow pierced through the void.

Roar!

There was a divine dragon shadow on the fist shadow, and the dragon's roar shook people's hearts.

"Break!"

Huang Feiyang's face became extremely serious. He held his sword with both hands and slashed at the fist shadow like lightning.

Boom!

As the two attacks collided, the whistling fist shadow was like a ferocious beast. Huang Feiyang's figure was instantly pushed back dozens of meters and directly fell off the fighting ring.

"Thank you for letting me win!"

Su Mo nodded to his opponent and then walked off the fighting ring.

Huang Feiyang stood below the fighting ring, and his face changed. Finally, he sighed helplessly.

Su Mo's strength far surpassed his, and he had already shown mercy.

Su Mo's strength once again gave the crowd a new understanding.

The strength that he had displayed now was already qualified to compete with the bottom few of the top 10 Outer Disciples.

"Humph!"

He Yangjun snorted coldly, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"The higher you climb, the harder you will fall later!"

The competition continued.

However, the second group that Su Mo was in could no longer fight in pairs because one person had died.

Therefore, the last person was free to choose his opponent.

Su Mo won the next three rounds of battles easily and effortlessly.

He had already won five points.

During this period, he also met another Sky Alliance disciple.

However, that person's face changed for a while, and he did not dare to go up to the fighting ring, and decisively admitted defeat.

Oh!

At this moment, there was a burst of excited shouts around the fourth fighting ring.

Su Mo turned his head and saw that it was Nangong Linjue who was fighting against Mei Ling, who was ranked eighth among the top 10 Outer Disciples.

Mei Ling was a tall and lithe lady.

Although she was not as pretty as Duan Bingye, she was still very pretty.

"Senior Brother Nangong, I won't let you win so easily!"

In the fighting ring, Mei Ling held a long sword and looked serious.

"One stroke!"

Nangong Linjue said flatly, carrying a shiny long saber on his back.

Normally, Nangong Linjue would still be in the mood to play with Mei Ling, but now, he was enraged by Su Mo.

He was no longer in the mood to play.

"One stroke?"

Mei Ling's pretty face turned cold.

"Isn't he too arrogant?"

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't defeat me with one stroke!"

"Take this!"

Nangong Linjue did not want to waste any more time. He unsheathed his long saber and pointed it at the ground.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, Nangong Linjue shot up to the sky and slashed down with his saber.

"Cloud-breaking Cut!"

Nangong Linjue shouted, and then a 10-meter-long white saber Qi tore through the air and slashed down.

This stroke was extremely powerful, and the saber Qi was as fast as lightning. It could destroy everything and was unstoppable.

"What?"

Mei Ling's face turned pale.

This stroke was too powerful and fast. She could not block it at all.

Boom!

As expected, Mei Ling was sent flying with just one slash and landed far below the fighting ring.

Mei Ling's mouth was bleeding, and her robe was torn by the saber Qi, revealing her delicate skin.

After defeating Mei Ling with one stroke, Nangong Linjue turned around and walked off the fighting ring.

"He's so powerful!"

"He's so powerful. He defeated Mei Ling, who is also one of the top 10 Outer Disciples, with just one stroke."

The crowd was shocked.

Nangong Linjue was indeed the number one in the Outer Gate. His strength was terrifying.

In the previous competitions, most of the disciples who met Nangong Linjue directly admitted defeat.

The few disciples who did not admit defeat were also defeated by Nangong Linjue. No one could force him to show his true strength.

Now, facing Mei Ling, who was ranked number eight in the Outer Gate, Nangong Linjue's strength was beyond imagination.

Su Mo looked at Nangong Linjue's back and squinted his eyes.

"This guy is indeed not weak!"

At this moment, even on another mountain.

Duan Jingtian, who was watching the competition, had a rare smile on his face.

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