After exchanging over 1,000 blows with Su Mo, Liu Canyang's aura became weaker and weaker.
Liu Canyang was already very thin. Now, he had lost even more weight. He was as thin as a stick.
He had lost almost half of his Qi and blood.
Liu Canyang was secretly anxious, and his forehead was already dripping with sweat.
He knew that if he could not kill Su Mo as soon as possible, he would definitely lose!
"Snake-like Sword Art!"
Liu Canyang roared and attacked Su Mo even more fiercely. His long sword flashed as he attacked Su Mo crazily.
"Hehe! Has he gone mad? "
Su Mo sneered, but he did not want to fight head-on with his opponent. He used his body movement to the extreme, leaving a series of afterimages as he dodged the attacks.
Now that he had devoured a large portion of the other party's true qi and blood qi, the other party was getting weaker and weaker, and he was gaining the upper hand.
Under such circumstances, only a fool would fight him head-on.
As long as he relied on the speed of his movement technique to tangle with his opponent for a while, there would be no suspense in his victory.
At that time, Liu Canyang's Genuine Qi would be exhausted, and his Qi and blood would dry up. He would be like a fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
Xiu Xiu Xiu!
Liu Canyang's attack was extremely fierce. His sword was like a venomous snake sticking out its tongue. It was cunning and ruthless, but it was obvious that it was not strong enough. His speed began to decrease.
Su Mo's footwork was mysterious and his body kept flashing to avoid his opponent's attacks. His entire body was like a breeze, unusually ethereal and difficult to track down.
"Swallow the Whale and Devour the Snake!"
The long sword in Liu Canyang's hand moved rapidly and formed a huge circle. It was like a python opening its bloody mouth and trying to bite Su Mo.
Whoosh!
Su Mo quickly retreated and distanced himself from his opponent.
However, what Liu Canyang did next shocked Su Mo.
After forcing Su Mo back with one move, Liu Canyang suddenly turned around and flew off the fighting ring.
Liu Canyang was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had left the fighting ring and arrived at the exit of the seventh zone.
"F * ck …!"
Su Mo could not help cursing.
Liu Canyang was running away!
Su Mo did not expect Liu Canyang to escape so suddenly. Even if he wanted to chase him, it was too late!
The spectator stands were also in an uproar!
Liu Canyang had actually escaped from the arena. Had he escaped?
Liu Canyang, the Devil Swordsman with a cultivation of Lv 8 Spiritual Martial Realm, was still no match for Su Mo, so he decisively chose to escape!
In the fighting ring, Su Mo sighed inwardly. He did not chase after him. If he escaped, so be it! If there was a chance in the future, he would kill this person.
Since the battle was over, Su Mo did not want to continue. He looked at the supervisor and said, "I've exhausted myself and can't fight anymore. Let's call it a day!"
As soon as Su Mo's voice fell, the crowd burst into an uproar.
"Su Mo's record is finally set!"
"Yeah! One hundred and fifty-one matches has already broken the record of the past two hundred years. Just two more matches and we'll catch up to the highest record in history! "
"I thought he wanted to continue fighting!"
"He has already reached his limit. After so many battles, he no longer has the strength to fight anymore!"
The spectator stands were full of discussions. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the tall and straight young man on the fighting ring.
Su Mo was the center of attention!
At the management stand, the supervisors were slightly relieved when they heard Su Mo's words. They were really afraid that Su Mo would continue fighting.
However, when they thought of Su Mo's record and the rewards that the fighting ring would give out, their faces could not stop twitching.
"Your record is one hundred and fifty-one matches!"
One of the supervisors stood up, thought for a moment, and continued, "As for your reward …!"
At this point, the steward suddenly paused. This number was simply too terrifying. For a moment, he really couldn't say it out loud.
Not to mention the reward for the first 100 matches, just the bonus of 500 Lower Spiritual Stones for the next 51 matches would mean that Su Mo would get more than 20,000 Lower Spiritual Stones for every match he won!
Dozens of matches added together was an astronomical number.
"How much is the reward?"
Su Mo asked.
Su Mo did not calculate the exact amount, but he knew it would be a lot.
At this moment, a mountain-like aura surged out from the void, and a white-haired old man came walking through the air.
It was none other than Elder Yuan of the Four Seas Fighting Ring!
Elder Yuan flew to the seventh zone and stood in the air.
"Young friend, you've won 151 battles in a row. After deducting the rewards for the first 50 battles that have already been paid to you, the remaining rewards are 681,375 low-grade Spirit Stones!"
Elder Yuan said in a low voice.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
As soon as Elder Yuan's words fell, the entire seventh zone was filled with gasps.
Even though they were mentally prepared and knew that the reward for 151 consecutive victories would be extremely terrifying, many people were still stunned when they heard the exact number.
But when they heard the exact number, many people were still stunned on the spot, and their minds were buzzing.
Many people's eyes were suddenly filled with greed.
That was 680,000 low-grade Spiritual Stones! It was not 680,000 taels of gold!
Even martial artists in the True Spirit Realm would go crazy, let alone martial artists in the Spiritual Martial Realm.
In the fighting ring, Su Mo was also stunned! His heart was in turmoil!
Six hundred and eighty-one thousand three hundred and seventy-five low-grade spiritual stones?
If he had so many Spiritual Stones, wouldn't his cultivation speed skyrocket?
Both the level of his Martial Soul and his cultivation realm would skyrocket in a short period of time.
Moreover, with so many Spiritual Stones, even if Su Mo needed several times more Spiritual Qi than others, it would be enough for him to cultivate to the True Spirit Realm!
Su Mo's body trembled uncontrollably as he was too excited.
Elder Yuan sighed, stared at Su Mo, and said, "However, the Four Seas Fighting Ring can't afford such a large number of Spiritual Stones right now. Come to the fighting ring in three days, and I'll give you the reward!"
Elder Yuan was telling the truth. 680,000 Lower Spiritual Stones was equivalent to a year's income of the fighting ring. He really could not afford it right now!
He needed three days to prepare.
"Three days?"
Su Mo frowned and thought for a while. Then, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll come back in three days!"
Since Elder Yuan wanted to give him the reward in three days, Su Mo had no choice.
After all, compared to the fighting ring, he was the weaker party and could only listen to Elder Yuan's arrangements.
However, Su Mo did not care. As long as Elder Yuan was willing to pay the Spiritual Stones, he did not mind waiting for a few days!
"Okay!"
Elder Yuan nodded slightly, then turned his head and signaled to a steward.
The steward took out a jade pendant and handed it to Su Mo.
There was a set of numbers engraved on the jade pendant — 151.
This was proof of Su Mo's battle record.
After explaining everything clearly, Elder Yuan turned around and left without another word.
Phew!
Su Mo put away the jade pendant, let out a long breath, and slowly walked down the fighting ring.
At this moment, Luo Qianfan and Luo Huan also walked down the spectators stand and quickly walked toward Su Mo.
"Su Mo, let's go!"
Luo Qianfan came to Su Mo and said solemnly.
"Okay!"
Su Mo nodded and did not say anything else.
Then, the three of them did not linger and left the Four Seas Fighting Ring together.
In the spectators stand, many people looked at Su Mo's back with twinkling eyes.
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