Chapter 468 443: Rotating Sword Gang, Suppressing Mo Luo

The once-raucous valley fell utterly silent. You could have heard a pin drop. Hundreds of thousands of spectators rose to their feet in unison, their eyes fixed on a Purple Jade Arena, watching the two figures upon it.

These two were none other than Zhaang Ye and Mo Luo.

Round ninety-seven of the ranking tournament: Zhaang Ye versus Mo Luo.

Up to this point in the competition, Mo Luo and Zhaang Ye were the only undefeated geniuses. Both had demonstrated unfathomable combat prowess throughout the tournament, and their showdown had captured the attention of countless spectators.

If Mo Luo won this battle, he would undoubtedly take first place in the entrance competition. Conversely, if Zhaang Ye won, first place would be his.

The first-place winner would become the Inner Sect Senior Brother, earn the right to choose the mountain peak with the most abundant Heaven and Earth Essence Qi for their Cultivation, and receive all manner of support from the Sect. Beyond these benefits, the victor's name would be permanently engraved in the Sect's Hall of Fame, to be remembered for ages to come, an eternal legacy!

Both Zhaang Ye and Mo Luo were determined to claim this top spot. They stood far apart, their gazes clashing in mid-air, both seeing the resolve in the other's eyes.

The Sect's three Elders also showed great interest in this battle. The three Elders flew above the arena, thoroughly reinforcing its Protective Shield before returning to their seats.

Seeing the reinforcement of the Protective Shield was complete, the referee decisively announced, "The match begins!"

The referee's voice had barely faded when Zhaang Ye felt a horrifically vicious, malevolent aura suddenly envelop him. Under its influence, Zhaang Ye's body turned ice-cold. His mind went BUZZ, as if his head had been brutally struck by an Iron Hammer. The feeling was unbearable!

Zhaang Ye knew that Mo Luo had already attacked. Mo Luo's was a Spiritual Attack—invisible, formless, and virtually impossible to defend against!

"Slash!"

Zhaang Ye's will was incredibly resolute. Even the indescribable agony he had endured while practicing the Qi Refining Technique hadn't been enough to break him. Mo Luo's Spiritual Attack, though potent, couldn't affect him. Almost at the exact moment Mo Luo attacked, Zhaang Ye unleashed two Thousand-foot Blade Gangs from his hands!

The two Thousand-foot Blade Gangs shot toward Mo Luo like meteors, unerring in their path. Seeing that Zhaang Ye was completely unaffected by his Spiritual Power, a flicker of intense battle lust appeared in Mo Luo's eyes. His sleeves unfurled, and with an incredibly profound technique, he swept Zhaang Ye's two Blade Gangs aside.

"Hmph!"

After neutralizing Zhaang Ye's two Blade Gangs, Mo Luo snorted heavily. An even more terrifying malevolent aura coiled tightly around Zhaang Ye. Under its influence, Zhaang Ye's Spiritual Power began to fall into disarray, and a sense of inexplicable terror welled up from the depths of his soul!

What was more terrifying was that Mo Luo's omnipresent Spiritual Power had locked onto him. Zhaang Ye felt as if all his secrets were laid bare before Mo Luo!

Zhaang Ye grunted, his Spiritual Power fiercely guarding his mind. 'With this kind of Spiritual Attack, the most important thing is to keep a clear mind,' he thought. 'If your spirit falters, your combat power plummets, and you might even start seeing illusions. If I start hallucinating, this fight is as good as lost. There'd be no chance of victory!'

SWOOSH!

In a single breath, Zhaang Ye slashed out forty-nine Thousand-foot Blade Gangs. The dense barrage of attacks, accompanied by a cacophony of strange sounds, rained down upon Mo Luo!

A flicker of contempt crossed Mo Luo's eyes. He simply waved his sleeve again, casually neutralizing Zhaang Ye's Blade Gangs one by one. Zhaang Ye's incredibly sharp Thousand-foot Blade Gangs were completely useless against him.

Zhaang Ye's expression remained placid. Seeing Mo Luo neutralize his Thousand-foot Blade Gangs, his palms suddenly swept through the air, and in an instant, he unleashed another thousand Blade Gangs!

Mo Luo sneered, once again neutralizing Zhaang Ye's Thousand-foot Blade Gangs with ease.

Below the stage, Sword King Ye Cangtian was watching the battle with rapt attention. Seeing Zhaang Ye attempt to defeat his opponent with Thousand-foot Blade Gangs, just as he had, he couldn't help but shake his head and mutter, "Mo Luo's most terrifying aspect is his immense Spiritual Power! Under his omnipresent Spiritual Power, no movement can escape his notice! For Zhaang Ye to think he can win with Thousand-foot Blade Gangs... that's absolutely impossible. Mo Luo has no fear of them whatsoever!"

Just then, Zhaang Ye launched a fourth wave of attacks. Again, it was the Thousand-foot Blade Gang! And again, there were forty-nine of them!

A cold smirk touched Mo Luo's lips. He raised his sleeve, preparing to sweep Zhaang Ye's Thousand-foot Blade Gangs aside once more. But just as his sleeve moved, Mo Luo's omnipresent Spiritual Power suddenly detected a hint of danger. He had the sharp sense that the Blade Gangs Zhaang Ye had unleashed this time were vastly different from the previous three waves!

BOOM! BOOM!

Mo Luo had only just sensed something was amiss when Zhaang Ye's forty-nine Blade Gangs arrived! With two short explosions, both of Mo Luo's sleeves were blasted to pieces by Zhaang Ye's Blade Gangs!

"Ah!"

The entire audience gasped in unison. No one could have imagined that Mo Luo's sleeves would be shattered by Zhaang Ye's Thousand-foot Blade Gangs!

With his sleeves shattered, Mo Luo was caught completely off guard. However, his combat prowess was truly heaven-defying. In the wake of his ruined sleeves, Mo Luo's ten fingers shot out. With a series of rapid flicks in the air, he unleashed streams of gray Gang Qi that dispersed Zhaang Ye's Blade Gangs one by one!

Having neutralized the Blade Gangs, Mo Luo stared at Zhaang Ye and said slowly, "The Blade Gangs you just unleashed contained a type of Rotating Power. This Rotating Power is very similar to that of a Space Storm. It seems you've successfully integrated the Rotating Power of a Space Storm into your Blade Gangs."

With Mo Luo's words, the crowd finally understood why his sleeves had been destroyed. The Thousand-foot Blade Gang was already the epitome of hardness and ferocity. Infused with Rotating Power, a Blade Gang became like a massive, high-speed drill, capable of boring through a mountain with ease. With such high-speed rotation, it was no wonder Mo Luo's sleeves had been torn to shreds!

"Zhaang Ye is incredible! To be able to imbue the supremely hard and fierce Blade Gang with Rotating Power, even forcing Mo Luo to suffer a small loss! I have no regrets about losing to you. I hope you can defeat Mo Luo!" Sword King Ye Cangtian muttered, his anticipation for the battle growing even stronger.

At this, Zhaang Ye let out a great laugh. "The King of Hell's insight is as brilliant as they say! Now, try and face this new Blade Gang I've created!"

As he spoke, Zhaang Ye unleashed his Thousand-foot Blade Gangs again. This time, there were only nine of them, but these nine Blade Gangs made the faces of every genius present turn pale. Even someone as formidable as Ye Cangtian couldn't help but gasp, his eyes wide with shock!

Ye Cangtian muttered, "Heavens! A Blade Gang is the epitome of hardness and ferocity; once unleashed, it's completely uncontrollable. That's why Blade Gangs and Sword Gangs always fly straight. How are Zhaang Ye's Blade Gangs twisting and turning? How is he doing that?!"

Indeed, under the influence of the Rotating Power, Zhaang Ye's nine Blade Gangs were twisting and turning! The nine constructs constantly changed direction in mid-air, their speed utterly extreme. Even with Ye Cangtian's sharp eyes, it was impossible to predict their attack trajectories. It could be said that these nine twisting Blade Gangs were far more formidable than a hundred ordinary ones!

King of Hell, Mo Luo, was also inwardly shaken upon seeing this new type of Blade Gang. But Mo Luo was Mo Luo, after all. Though secretly shocked, his hands showed no hesitation. His eyes locked onto the nine Blade Gangs as his figure suddenly leaped into the air, his hands striking out nine times!

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT—

Mo Luo's eyesight was truly terrifying. Not one of Zhaang Ye's nine twisting Blade Gangs could escape his notice. With a series of explosive sounds, Mo Luo cleanly slapped apart each of the nine Blade Gangs Zhaang Ye had released!

"Amazing!"

"Mo Luo is amazing!"

"To be able to lock onto that kind of Blade Gang so accurately... he's terrifying!"

The spectators around the arena burst into cheers. The gifted experts among them, however, were secretly shaken. For Mo Luo to so cleanly disperse those nine twisting, unpredictable Blade Gangs... his visual acuity and power were simply unfathomable!

Back on the arena, Mo Luo had just slapped apart the nine Blade Gangs when Zhaang Ye attacked again. This time, he unleashed eighteen Blade Gangs, each one twisting and unpredictable. The eighteen Blade Gangs shot across the stage like eighteen terrifying dragons, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they pounced on Mo Luo. The chilling killing intent they exuded was enough to shatter one's spirit!

The entire valley fell silent. Everyone stared intently at Mo Luo, waiting to see how he would handle these eighteen terrifying Blade Gangs.

Seeing Zhaang Ye's eighteen Blade Gangs, Mo Luo's expression finally turned serious. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a small, pitch-black fan suddenly appeared in his hand.

WHOOSH!

Mo Luo gave a light flick of the fan toward the eighteen Blade Gangs. With that simple motion, an indescribably immense Gang Wind erupted on the arena. This massive Gang Wind was like a great mountain, crashing into the Blade Gangs with tangible, brutal force!

BOOM!

With a single flick of the fan, Mo Luo had scattered all eighteen of Zhaang Ye's Blade Gangs! After dispersing them, the massive Gang Wind didn't stop, rushing straight for Zhaang Ye and knocking him back a hundred feet!

"Hm?"

Zhaang Ye's eyes narrowed. He murmured, "A True Artifact?"

Mo Luo said slowly, "That's right. This fan is called the Light Luo True Fan, and it is indeed a True Artifact. Zhaang Ye, you are strong indeed to have forced me to draw my weapon. A pity that no matter how strong you are, you are doomed to fail before my Light Luo True Fan."

Zhaang Ye gave a short laugh. "We'll see about that!"

As he spoke, the Mysterious Blade Tip appeared in his hand.

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