This was the final battle between the top 10 Dragon Luck, and each of them would fight against the other nine.
Of course, those who had already fought in the previous matches would not fight again.
Su Mo had six battles left. They were against the top five people whose Dragon Luck was higher than his, and Hong Qingtian.
These six people were all very powerful, but the only one he was not sure of winning was Ao Wushuang.
After a while, it was Ao Wushuang's turn again. His opponent was Nie Chong.
The rules of this final match were not complicated. Ao Wushuang was the one with the highest Dragon Luck, so those who had been defeated would fight against him first.
In the end, those who did not lose would compete with Ao Wushuang in the final battle for the championship.
Ao Wushuang and Nie Chong both practiced fistplay, and they were both strong and fierce.
The Emperor's Fist was obviously stronger than the Overlord Fist. Like Huo Ling, Nie Chong was defeated with one punch without any strength to resist.
Then, Ao Wushuang calmly flew back to the spectators stand with his hands clasped behind his back.
Perhaps because he had cultivated the Emperor's Fist, Ao Wushuang had the aura of a king. His invincible attitude made the hearts of countless young girls race.
Next, it was Wu Sheng against Huo Ling.
This battle was worth watching. A swordsman against a saberman.
In the fighting ring.
Swoosh!
A cold black light flashed in Wu Sheng's hand, and he attacked Huo Ling like lightning.
"Break it!"
Huo Ling shouted, and the saber radiance of the long saber in his hand surged. The flames were blazing, and the saber momentum was soaring.
With a sweep of his saber, Wu Sheng's attack was immediately dispersed.
"Die, Wu Sheng!"
Seeing that his first attack had failed, Wu Sheng quickly approached Huo Ling and struck again.
The sword radiance flashed, and the sharp sword Qi slashed at Huo Ling's chest.
The saber radiance was like fire. Huo Ling swung his long saber and smashed the sword Qi. However, the next moment, the sword Qi gathered again and attacked Huo Ling's lower abdomen.
Huo Ling remained calm. The flames on his body burned, and in an instant, a flame shield formed in front of him, blocking the sword Qi.
"Sky Destroyer!"
Wu Sheng's figure was like a sword light. In an instant, he flashed to Huo Ling's side and stabbed with his sword. The air was as still as an ancient well.
Streaks of Sword Qi shot out, aiming at Huo Ling's vital parts. The soaring Sword Essence was cold and full of killing intent. Everything in front of it would be destroyed.
"Break again!"
Huo Ling shouted and waved his long saber. Flames surged and countless Saber Qi cut across the entire fighting ring.
Bang bang bang!!
Sword Qi and Saber Qi kept exploding, shooting everywhere. Turbulence surged, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Bang bang ding ding ding dang dang!!
The two of them were evenly matched, constantly exchanging blows. Their speed was extremely fast, and in the time it took for a breath, they had already exchanged more than ten blows.
Sword Qi whistled, saber Qi crisscrossed, and sparks flew everywhere. Soon, the battle reached its climax.
Although Huo Ling had successively lost to the ninth princess, Su Mo, and Ao Wushuang, it did not mean that he was weak. In fact, apart from them, no one else was a match for Huo Ling.
However, Wu Sheng was not weak either. His ranking on the List of Top 100 Talents was even higher than Huo Ling's.
Ding ding dang dang!!
Not long after, the two of them had exchanged more than a hundred blows. At this time, those with good eyesight could finally see some clues.
Although the two of them were still evenly matched, the rhythm of the battle was already under Wu Sheng's control. In other words, Wu Sheng had already dominated the direction of the battle.
Sure enough, after dozens of blows, Wu Sheng had completely gained the upper hand, and Huo Ling could only defend himself.
Slash!
In the fighting ring, the two of them suddenly separated with a streak of blood.
The crowd looked closely and saw a shocking sword wound on Huo Ling's shoulder. It was so deep that the bone could be seen, and blood was flowing down his arm.
The crowd sighed. Huo Ling was still no match for Wu Sheng. In the last competition, he had lost to Wu Sheng by half a move, and this time, he still could not surpass him.
"Huo Ling, you've lost!"
On the fighting ring, Wu Sheng said indifferently with a cold face.
Huo Ling's face was gloomy. He had been absolutely sure that he could defeat Wu Sheng, but the previous three defeats had been a huge blow to him.
In particular, losing to the ninth princess and Su Mo had hurt his state of mind.
His strength was not much different from Wu Sheng's, and in a fight between experts, even the slightest mistake could affect the final outcome.
His state of mind had been hurt, so he could not exert his strength to its peak. Otherwise, how could he have lost to Wu Sheng?
After a while, the two of them left the fighting ring. The next battle was between Hong Qingtian and the ninth princess.
However, Hong Qingtian decisively admitted defeat.
It was Su Mo's turn again, and this time, his opponent was Mo Yue.
In the fighting ring, Su Mo stared at Mo Yue, his aura rising, and his sword will at the peak of the late stage of the 1st order burst out. The sharp radiance cut the air around him into pieces.
Mo Yue frowned and looked extremely serious. A few days ago, he had received a message from a Cold-blood Hall branch.
The content of the message was to ask Mo Yue to kill a person, and that person was Su Mo.
He had thought that he could easily kill Su Mo in the finals, but he had not expected Su Mo to be so powerful that he had even surpassed him.
However, Mo Yue was not worried. Even if he could not kill Su Mo in the competition, it would be a piece of cake after the competition!
This was because Su Mo was not a disciple of one of the seven superpowers, but a small, unranked power.
"Blood Devil's Great Handprint!"
Mo Yue shouted and rose into the air. His body shone with a blood-red radiance, and he struck out with his palm.
Suddenly, a huge blood-red palm print came crashing down from the sky, trying to suppress Su Mo.
Looking at the incoming palm print, Su Mo's heart skipped a beat. At this moment, the Devouring Martial Soul in his body trembled slightly, wanting to devour.
It was obvious that Mo Yue's Great Handprint of Blood Devil contained an extremely powerful blood essence.
However, Su Mo did not use his Martial Soul to devour it. His own strength was enough to easily crush Mo Yue, so there was no need for him to use his Martial Soul.
Moreover, there were many experts of the Enlightenment Realm in the Archean Fighting Ring. If he used his Martial Soul too frequently, it would easily attract their attention.
In short, Su Mo did not want to use the power of his Martial Soul unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Break!"
Su Mo stood in the fighting ring and unsheathed his Spirit-slayer Sword. A dazzling sword radiance lit up the sky, and he slashed upward.
Puff!
The sword radiance easily tore the blood-red palm print apart like a piece of cloth, and the sword Qi continued on its way toward Mo Yue.
Swoosh!
Su Mo shot into the sky and followed closely behind. His nine Spiritual Spirals spun rapidly, and he struck out with his sword again.
"Infinite Universe!"
The terrifying sword Qi was thousands of meters long, and it slashed toward Mo Yue like a giant sword that could split the sky.
Mo Yue had just destroyed Su Mo's first wave of sword Qi, and when he saw another wave of terrifying sword Qi whistling toward him, his scalp went numb.
Only when he was in the same situation could he feel how terrifying Su Mo's sword power was!
Swoosh!
Mo Yue quickly dodged, not daring to take the attack head-on.
Swoosh!
However, before Mo Yue could stabilize himself, a sword light flashed in front of his eyes and disappeared.
This sword radiance was ethereal and unpredictable, but it was also filled with killing desire.
"Oh no!"
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