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Chapter 89: Win or Lose! Heizi Speaks! (Subscribe)

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the voice of the host, Senior Brother Li, rang out on the stage:

"Both parties please prepare yourself. The battle will begin once the countdown ends!"

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

“1——Begin!!”

As the countdown ended, Ye Chen took the first step.

"Mysterious ice turns into sword light, and frost falls in all directions!"

He was seen holding the Frost Sword in one hand and sword gestures in the other, rushing towards Lin Mo quickly.

The middle-grade sword technique can just enhance the characteristics of this sword. The frosty air gradually gathers in the air, making the sword become even colder.

Ye Chen looked at Lin Mo opposite him. Facing his charge, he stood still without moving, and didn't even recite the Dao formula.

A hint of doubt arose in his heart, but the sword in his hand was ready to strike, leaving him no time to think too much.

"Frost Sword Slash!"

When he was less than 20 meters away from Lin Mo, he burst out with Frost and Snow in his hand, and slashed down with one hand——

"Qiang!"

A metallic sound rang in the air, followed by a whirring sound of wind.

In the eyes of the audience, the sword energy burst out instantly, like countless cold currents rushing straight towards Lin Mo's face.

Many people had witnessed Ye Chen's sword in the first stage of the melee, and several immortal seedlings at the eighth level of Qi training fell under this extremely cold sword energy.

The sword outside his body is not an ordinary object, but his innate object transformed from sword cultivation, which comes with special attack attributes.

During the Qi training stage when there is a lack of defensive means, being able to release sword energy with additional attributes is itself a very advantageous thing.

Ye Chen looked at Lin Mo who did not dodge or evade, and a sneer appeared on his face.

You want to take my attack head-on? You're courting death!

Just as he had this thought in mind, Lin Mo suddenly stretched out his palm and slapped it forward gently.

"Crack~!"

A flame suddenly shot out from Lin Mo's hand and rushed towards the cold current head-on.

With just a slight "puff" sound, the frosty sword energy instantly melted into the not-so-big flame.

Ye Chen watched helplessly as his frost sword energy turned into water vapor, which then dissipated with a "whoosh" and completely disappeared into the air.

After a moment, he widened his eyes:
"How can this be!"

Not only him, but the audience outside the venue were also confused by this scene.

"Fuck, that sword energy was dissolved just like that?"

"Water and fire counteract each other, which makes sense..."

"Uh, I don't know."

"..."

Compared to the audience outside the stadium, the geniuses in the stands were slightly better, but a hint of confusion also appeared.

Long A also said in surprise:

"How high is the temperature of this flame? It can actually 'swallow' a sword energy alive! Is it a fire spell? Why didn't it work?"

At this time, an immortal seedling with the dual spiritual roots of gold and fire thought:
“The flame in Lin Mo’s hand doesn’t look like an ordinary Taoist fire, but rather some special flame. However, I don’t know what it is exactly.”

Long Ah was surprised and asked, "Doesn't Brother Lin have five spiritual roots? How can the Dao Fire derived from this fire spiritual root be so powerful!?"

His question was also the confusion of the immortals present.

The power of that frost sword is not small, and the accompanying frost force is also very lethal. Even they need to deal with it with caution.

Lin Mo handled it so easily that everyone had the illusion that he was "terribly strong".

Especially Ye Chen in the field looked at the three-colored flame in his hand with disbelief in his eyes.

He couldn't believe that his full-strength attack was so easily suppressed by the opponent.

Lin Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:
"Are you coming again? I'll catch as many small snowflakes as you can."

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe you can take it!"

After saying that, he made sword gestures again.

"Frost Sword Slash!" Soon, an even sharper sword energy slashed towards Lin Mo again.

This frosty sword energy has a wider range, faster speed, and greater killing power!
"Coax!"

Lin Mo stretched out his palm, and the flame in the palm of his hand instantly shot up half a foot high, like a fire snake opening its bloody mouth, swallowing the frosty power that was rushing towards it in one gulp.

"Pfft~!"

The water vapor slowly rose up and dissipated.

The chill on the ring also subsided again, and instead the three-colored flames that swallowed up the cold air burned fiercely, causing the temperature around the ring to suddenly rise by several degrees.

Two consecutive all-out killing moves were actually resolved so easily by Lin Mo, which made Ye Chen's eyes full of disbelief.

Lin Mo didn't look surprised at all, he just raised his eyebrows and looked at him:
"What? Out of breath? Okay, it's my turn then!"

After saying that, he began to chant the Heavenly Thunder Curse with his left hand.

"The sky thunders loudly, the ground thunders dimly. The six Jia and six Ding have heard of my name..."

The hand gestures seemed to be deliberately slowed down, and were even slower than the previous duel with Tang Lei.

But in the eyes of Ye Chen on the opposite side, this was precisely a display of confidence.

Unwilling to give up, Ye Chen gritted his teeth again, gathered his sword energy, and then slashed out -

"Frost Sword Slash!"

"Pfft~!"

"cut!"

"Pfft~!"

"..."

Lin Mo even deliberately slowed down the casting of the Heavenly Thunder Curse several times, allowing Ye Chen to release his sword energy to his heart's content.

However, after four or five consecutive sword energies were slashed out, without exception, they were all extinguished by the raging flames.

Until the end, Ye Chen dropped his hands weakly, and the Frost Sword also drooped in his hand. He could hardly hold it anymore, and murmured:
"No, that's impossible. I am the most powerful swordsman in my class!"

Hearing his words, Lin Mo didn't know what was in his mind, and then curled his lips and said:
"Sword cultivator? Are you worthy?"

After saying that, he no longer delayed any time, and the thunder in his hand flew out with a flick of his finger as he finished pinching the formula -

"Crack-!"

There was a loud thunder, and the "little blue dragon" went straight through Ye Chen's open heart.

He fell backwards as if he had been hit hard by something.

Before he touched the ground, with a "swish" sound, he turned into a beam of white light with an unwilling look and disappeared on the stage.

【Winner: Lin Mo. 】

As the reminder sounded in the ring, Lin Mo slowly withdrew his finger and said to the waiting seat opposite:
"next."

……

After seeing Ye Chen disappear, the audience outside the venue suddenly became excited.

"Fuck, Lin Mo is too fierce!"

"With this strength, who dares to call him a gigolo?!"

"How many sword energies did he receive without moving? And then he was killed instantly by Ye Chen with just one move? So cool!"

"I, the school hunk of Yingshu No. 13 Middle School, am willing to call him the most handsome genius of this year!"

"Isn't this Ye Chen quite arrogant? He was defeated in seconds? Tsk tsk~"

"It's mainly because he was too arrogant before the game. I thought he was invincible, but this is the result?"

"I didn't like him from the beginning..."

"..."

Zhu Hongyuan and others who were watching the fight in the tavern became excited when they saw Lin Mo defeat Ye Chen.

"Lin Mo, awesome!"

Sanzi jumped up from the stool and said to Li Feng who was standing in front of him with an unpleasant expression:
"Hey, Blackie, speak up!"

(End of this chapter)