Chapter 322: Close Battle! Su Mo & Dowblis Snake Vs Wu Taeyong!

’We have to finish him within six hours.’

With that thought, Su Mo’s gaze became incomparably sharp.

His attacks suddenly became even more fierce.

Whoosh!

His figure flashed forward with the Empty Steps Technique.

Slash!

His sword swept across Wu Taeyong’s body.

Clang!

Wu Taeyong blocked the attack with his claws, but before he could counterattack, another sword strike had already arrived.

Boom!

Their figures collided again.

Then again.

And again.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged hundreds of blows.

Su Mo’s attacks came one after another without giving Wu Taeyong any breathing room.

Every sword strike contained powerful sword intent, while his movements were accelerated by the Empty Steps Technique to an astonishing degree.

Wu Taeyong was forced to concentrate completely on defending himself.

The questions filling his mind earlier had no opportunity to be voiced.

’What is going on with this brat?!’

’How can his cultivation suddenly reach this level?’

’And why is his combat strength so high?!’

Wu Taeyong’s expression became increasingly ugly.

Meanwhile, the other cultivators fighting against the Pishachas had finally noticed the astonishing battle taking place nearby.

The former prisoners who had been transformed into Su Mo’s Demonic Servants didn’t show much surprise.

To them, Su Mo was their master.

His overwhelming strength only made their admiration toward him grow stronger.

The elders of the White Moon Sect and the powerful disciples who had arrived alongside Great Elder Shen Kai and Sect Master Wu Haruto were completely different.

They were utterly shocked.

One of the elders smashed a Grade Two Pishacha away with his palm before staring toward the distant battle in disbelief.

"Great Elder!"

He pointed toward Su Mo.

"Is that young man really your grandson-in-law?"

"How is he so powerful?!"

Shen Kai casually punched an approaching Pishacha.

Boom!

Thunderous force exploded from his fist, sending the creature flying.

He didn’t even bother looking toward the elder as he coolly replied,

"He’s just a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"What’s the big deal?"

"Focus on fighting. Don’t let these small potatoes affect their battle."

He pointed toward the battlefield where Su Mo and Wu Taeyong were clashing.

"Leave the big potato to that kid."

"..."

The elder’s mouth twitched.

But his eyes immediately filled with fighting spirit.

"Yes, Great Elder!"

The other elders who had heard Shen Kai’s words also became excited.

"Yes!"

"Let’s focus on the Pishachas!"

"Don’t let these monsters interfere with the battle!"

Their morale soared.

The cultivators who had initially been fighting cautiously now attacked with even greater vigour.

Despite their age and exhaustion, they fought as though they had suddenly regained their youth.

Shen Kai glanced at their reactions and smiled inwardly.

’Damn!’

’That brat really gave me such a huge surprise.’

’He had me worried for so long!’

Even now, Shen Kai didn’t understand how Su Mo had managed to increase his cultivation by such an enormous amount in such a short time.

But he wasn’t stupid.

From Su Mo’s confidence before revealing his cultivation and Yang Qingxi’s calm reaction, he could tell that whatever method Su Mo had used probably didn’t come with any serious side effects.

Otherwise, that girl wouldn’t have remained so calm.

’Since the brat is confident...’

Shen Kai’s eyes became sharp as he smashed another Pishacha into the ground.

’Then I’ll trust him.’

His fighting spirit surged.

"Kill them!"

The elders responded with even greater vigour.

Meanwhile, at the centre of the battlefield...

Su Mo and Wu Taeyong continued their fierce clash.

Neither of them noticed that the surrounding cultivators had already begun treating their battle as the decisive confrontation of the entire prison.

And Su Mo knew better than anyone...

There was no time to waste.

Six hours was all the time he had.

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The exchange between Su Mo and Wu Taeyong was far from limited to sword and claws.

Su Mo’s movements were constantly changing.

One moment, his sword clashed directly against Wu Taeyong’s claws.

The next, several metal spears suddenly shot toward Wu Taeyong from his blind spots.

Magnetic Control Technique!

The spears moved at terrifying speeds, attacking from angles that were extremely difficult to predict.

At first, Wu Taeyong was forced to divide his attention.

He had to deal with Su Mo’s sword in front of him while remaining alert to the metal weapons attacking from behind and the sides.

However, he quickly found a solution.

The Pishachas lurking underground suddenly erupted from the ground.

Several of them leapt directly into the path of the incoming metal spears.

Puchi!

The metal spears pierced straight through their bodies.

The Pishachas didn’t even hesitate.

They sacrificed themselves to block Su Mo’s surprise attacks, allowing Wu Taeyong to concentrate completely on the opponent in front of him.

The situation immediately changed.

Su Mo’s advantage gradually disappeared.

With the Pishachas dealing with the metal spears and other unexpected attacks, Wu Taeyong no longer needed to worry about attacks coming from his blind spots.

His claws repeatedly clashed with Su Mo’s sword.

Clang!

Boom!

Clang!

Their figures continuously flashed across the battlefield.

Su Mo was gradually pushed into a slight disadvantage.

Yet he wasn’t worried.

Because...

"Master!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out.

Dowblis Snake had finally dealt with the Pishachas approaching their battlefield and rushed over.

A blazing fist suddenly shot toward Wu Taeyong from the side.

"Fire Serpent Fist!"

Wu Taeyong’s expression changed.

He immediately turned his claw toward the incoming attack.

Boom!

Flames exploded between them.

Su Mo took advantage of that moment and slashed toward Wu Taeyong’s chest.

Wu Taeyong hurriedly retreated.

The battle instantly became more chaotic.

Dowblis Snake didn’t attempt to fight Wu Taeyong head-on.

Instead, he constantly looked for opportunities to launch surprise attacks.

A flaming fist would suddenly appear from the side.

A scorching wave would sweep across the battlefield.

A powerful kick would arrive when Wu Taeyong was focused on Su Mo.

Each attack forced Wu Taeyong to divert part of his attention.

Now...

He could no longer focus entirely on Su Mo.

Su Mo’s pressure immediately eased.

The three figures continuously clashed across the prison.

Their movements were simply too fast.

There was barely any time to formulate elaborate strategies.

Every decision had to be made within an instant.

One moment of hesitation could mean suffering a serious injury.

One mistake...

Could mean death.