“One Staff Shatters Mountains!”
Sensing the fierce blade strike, Lin Xiao exhaled softly, swinging his black玄铁管 with force.
Boom!
A metallic clash thundered, the immense power like two mountains colliding. Rolling shockwaves surged outward, forcing the crowd to summon vitality shields.
Amid the impact, Mo Ming stumbled back a dozen steps, while Lin Xiao stood rooted, unmoved.
Steadying himself, Mo Ming’s fury flared. Gripping his blade tighter, his aura surged stronger as he charged again.
“Supreme Golden Mysterious Blade, Second Strike!”
With a roar, he slashed at Lin Xiao once more.
“Earth Rift!”
Lin Xiao bellowed, his prepared second blow crashing down. The colossal force warped the space around it.
Boom!
A sky-shaking blast erupted, waves of energy bursting forth. Mo Ming’s body flew back, blood arcing through the air.
“Mo Ming’s down!”
“Worthy of ousting Dragon Tiger Gate—his strength’s no joke!”
The crowd gasped, faces alight with shock. Two strikes to fell Mo Ming—this was formidable.
“Now, your turn!” Lin Xiao’s calm voice cut through the scene.
“Hahaha, Mo Xuan, never thought I’d see you so dismissed!” A boisterous laugh rang out.
Heads turned toward the sound. From behind the gate, several figures approached, led by a green-robed man, roughly Mo Xuan’s age, his aura no weaker.
“Ouyang Hao!” Mo Xuan’s brow furrowed, his expression souring further.
“Ouyang Hao—third-in-command of the Yang Alliance!”
“Mo Alliance ranks twentieth, Yang Alliance nineteenth—near equals, always clashing. Ouyang Hao’s timing screams he’s here to see Mo Ming flop!”
Whispers rippled through the crowd. The Yang Alliance reveling in Mo Alliance’s stumble wasn’t surprising.
“Ouyang Hao, this doesn’t concern your Yang Alliance, does it?” Mo Xuan snapped, his face dark.
“Brother Mo Xuan misunderstands—this has nothing to do with us. We’re just spectators. Carry on!” Ouyang Hao chuckled mockingly, his crew smirking.
Mo Xuan’s eyes flashed with cold fury. Ouyang Hao was clearly here to taunt them over Mo Ming’s defeat.
But with Mo Ming down, he couldn’t argue back.
“Done talking? Then let’s fight,” Lin Xiao interrupted.
“This newbie’s a savage—hope he makes Mo Xuan squirm!” Ouyang Hao’s eyes glinted with surprise, his mocking gaze sharpening on Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan’s face burned, rage boiling. “Hmph, Lin Xiao, you’re celebrating too soon!”
A stone-shaped phantom materialized behind him, radiant玄色 light blooming from his dantian. With a surge, he charged, whipping up a fierce gale.
“Mo Stone Divine Fist!” With a shout, black aura coiled around his hand, exuding an ancient, chilling menace. The unstoppable punch morphed into a timeless boulder, the air cracking around it.
“He’s using the Stone Anomaly and Mo Stone Divine Fist right off—Mo Xuan wants a one-hit win to save face!”
The crowd reeled. Spurred by Yang Alliance’s presence, Mo Xuan unleashed his anomaly and strongest technique, leaving Lin Xiao no room to counter.
“This Lin Xiao’s toast!” they thought.
Ling Hu tensed, feeling the strike’s might.
Yet Lin Xiao remained unfazed. Facing the ferocious fist, his vitality peaked, wild intent flaring. His third-grade intermediate spiritual power flooded his arm.
“Reverse Chaos Second Style!” he whispered inwardly, unleashing the chaotic, savage punch. It clashed head-on with Mo Xuan’s ancient fist.
Boom! Chi!
A shattering collision rocked the air—no explosive waves, but the trembling void hinted at the raw power. The space around them quaked.
Mo Xuan spat blood, reeling back. His black-wreathed fist sprouted countless bloody holes, crimson pooling on the ground.
In an instant, the crowd froze. Mo Xuan’s strongest blow hadn’t floored Lin Xiao—he was the one sent flying?
This newbie had crushed Heavenly Martial Eighth Layer Mo Xuan in one strike?
Save for Hu Yue, everyone was stunned.
Ling Hu knew Lin Xiao’s strength, but Mo Xuan outclassed Ba Hu—yet fell to the same single move, hitting him with fresh awe.
Mo Alliance members gaped, especially Mo Fei and his partner, disbelief etched on their faces. Mo Xuan, beaten by Lin Xiao?
Impossible!
Even Ouyang Hao, here for the show, blinked in shock. He couldn’t have shrugged off Mo Xuan’s blow so easily—nor left his arm so mangled.
“Who is this newbie?!” Ouyang Hao’s face grew grave.
“Mo Alliance hit a brick wall this time!” the crowd mused, the outcome defying all expectations.
Only Lin Xiao knew the strike’s true weight. It looked effortless, but it was his peak without anomaly or spiritual techniques—wild intent, full Heavenly Martial Sixth Layer vitality, and third-grade spiritual power, akin to two tier-skipping Sixth Layers striking together. Even then, it just barely toppled Mo Xuan—proof of his strength.
“Mo Alliance—nothing much,” Lin Xiao said lightly.
“Pfft!” Mo Xuan spat more blood, glaring at Lin Xiao. Unlike before, his eyes now held wariness.
That understated blow was his best—and he’d lost. Another charge would yield the same.
“How’s he so strong?!” Mo Xuan’s mind reeled.
“Brother Mo Xuan, let’s all take him—I don’t believe he can beat a dozen of us!” A Heavenly Martial Seventh Layer disciple, supporting Mo Xuan, roared.
