Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 79: 'Emperor' (Three chapters in one, 6K chapters!)
After Gong Yang Mo finished his introduction and returned to the team, all the people from both teams except one person began to exit the field in opposite directions, and sat down on the high platforms on both sides, waiting for the challenge.

The person who did not leave the venue was naturally Mo Yuan. Looking at the seven people on the opposite platform, he began to think about who he should choose to compete.

Neither side was surprised at this. If anyone was to be asked who was most likely to bring down one of the Shrek Seven Devils, it would be Mo Yuan.

Looking at Mo Yuan standing in the center of the field, the expressions of the Shrek Seven Devils and others suddenly became solemn. Everyone had heard of Mo Yuan's reputation. He was a tough guy who could beat Ma Xiaotao, who was at level 60, at level 40.

Facing him, perhaps among the seven of them, only Dai Yuheng and Ma Xiaotao have the confidence to fight him.

Dai Yuheng glanced at Ma Xiaotao, who was staring at Mo Yuan. Seeing that Ma Xiaotao was not ready to attack, he prepared to stand up and take the initiative to fight Mo Yuan.

But just as Dai Yuheng was about to move, a figure suddenly jumped out from a seat not far away and landed directly in the center of the field.

The man had an upright posture and a sharp aura, like a sword that was always sharp.

It was Chen Zifeng, whose martial soul was the Soul-Chasing Sword and whose strength had reached level 57.

Looking at Mo Yuan, who was standing not far away with a gentle expression and a gentle temperament, Chen Zifeng suddenly said these words,
"Junior Brother Mo Yuan, you should be able to use a sword, right? Or maybe a knife?"

Hearing this, Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes showing interest. Seeing this, Chen Zifeng continued,

"Even though you always appear gentle and modest in front of others, I can still see that you... are quite sharp, like a sword carefully sheathed, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment."

Upon hearing Chen Zifeng's confusing words, everyone in the field except Mo Yuan and Xuan Zi was stunned, unable to understand the basis for Chen Zifeng's words.

After all, Mo Yuan was so good at pretending that others couldn't see even a hint of arrogance in him, and the word "sharp" had nothing to do with him at all.

Moreover, since the first day of school, when Mo Yuan used a long sword in the battle with Ma Xiaotao, he has not used it again due to the quality problem of the knife. Therefore, no one has ever seen it and does not know that Mo Yuan can use a knife.

Dai Yuheng turned his head to look at Ma Xiaotao beside him and asked,

"Xiao Tao, you're the only one among us who has fought Mo Yuan. Have you ever seen him use weapons like a knife or a sword?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other four people turned their heads and looked here with curious eyes.

Ma Xiaotao thought about it after hearing this, but especially when she met Mo Yuan that day, she had already been confused by the evil fire and had no recollection of Mo Yuan having ever slashed her with a sword.

She shook her head hesitantly, "Mo Yuan should... not be able to do that? Anyway, I didn't see him when I fought her."

Hearing this, Dai Yuheng and the other three shook their heads in disappointment, and continued to stare at the two people confronting each other in the field.

Mo Yuan was unmoved by Chen Zifeng's words. It was normal for him to see through him. As the owner of the Soul-Chasing Sword, which had a sword-type martial soul and a high-quality martial soul, it was normal for Chen Zifeng to guess that he would use a sword or a knife.

After a long time of practicing swordsmanship, one can easily find that for those who are on the same path, it is like a lion wearing deerskin.

Perhaps the stupid deer would not notice anything unusual, but other lions could see at a glance that under the warm deerskin was a heart full of wildness.

Mo Yuan did not deny it, but asked instead.

"So this is why you took the initiative to fight?"

"That's right. There's a high probability that I won't be able to defeat you, and I'll even lose the title of Shrek Seven Devils because of this. But I haven't met anyone like you in a long time. As someone who pursues the way of the sword, I want to try and have a sword duel with you."

The gentleness in Chen Zifeng's eyes disappeared without a trace, replaced by sharpness.

Mo Yuan gladly accepted the challenge. It had been a long time since he had a sword-to-sword or sword-to-sword duel with anyone.

The two men took a few steps back and stood twenty meters away from each other. Chen Zifeng's eyes focused and the soul power in his body surged.

Then a rich blood-red light suddenly rose from his body, and a blood-red rapier quietly emerged in the blood light and was held in his hand.

It is the top-level offensive weapon spirit, the Soul-Chasing Sword. Its killing power is so great that among the known sword-type spirits, perhaps only the lost Seven Killing Swords can surpass it.

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, a rare fighting spirit rose in Mo Yuan's eyes. This time he took off his disguise.

Mo Yuan slowly tied up his long black hair that was scattered behind him. During this process, his expression quietly changed.

His face was extremely calm, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. Although it was just a change in expression, in the eyes of everyone present, Mo Yuan seemed to have suddenly changed from a warm piece of jade to an extremely sharp long sword.

Seeing this, everyone in the field was shocked, but Chen Zifeng smiled with satisfaction. He stared at Mo Yuan's hands, wanting to see whether Mo Yuan was using a sword or a knife.

Then, under the gazes of everyone, Mo Yuan casually stroked the soul guide device on his waist with his hands, and two completely different colors of light, blue and red, flashed by.

In an instant, a trembling sound that pierced the eardrums rang in everyone's ears, and at the same time, two completely different auras suddenly erupted in the scene.

Regardless of the pain in their ears, everyone immediately looked towards Mo Yuan, only to see that the corners of Mo Yuan's long red school uniform were constantly fluttering, like a blood-stained battle flag.

In his hands, each of them held a long sword that was three feet long, one inch wide, and slightly curved. The two swords looked different.

The sword in his right hand was blood red all over, emitting the same majestic blood energy as the Soul-Chasing Sword, but far more powerful than it. Even though the rich blood-colored aura was about to condense into liquid, it still couldn't block the dazzling sharpness of the blade.

The knife in his left hand was completely different. It was crystal clear, like the purest sapphire in the world. As soon as the knife appeared, it emitted a bone-chilling chill, and it felt like the temperature in the fighting arena had dropped by several degrees.

Although the two knives look very different, they have one thing in common: perfection.

It is like a work of art carefully crafted by a master craftsman, attracting everyone's attention.

The moment the two knives appeared, Xuanzi immediately shifted his gaze over there. His originally cloudy eyes instantly became clear, and he even stopped gnawing on the chicken leg.

Looking at the two knives in Mo Yuan's hands, which were shrouded in blood and chilling, Xuan Zi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of deep doubt on his face.

He saw that Mo Yuan's two swords were definitely not ordinary items. Although he didn't know their functions and strengths, he was sure that, based on his research,
The quality and mystery of these two swords are almost comparable to those of a seventh-level peak soul guide.

But the problem was that he felt that these two swords did not look like soul guides, but more like they were made by other unknown means.

Deep doubts filled his heart. Looking at Mo Yuan, whose expression had changed drastically, Xuan Zi felt that this genius who suddenly appeared out of nowhere was becoming more and more difficult to understand.

Looking at the two knives in his hands, a hint of satisfaction flashed in the depths of Mo Yuan's eyes.

This was the alchemical tool that he and Alex had spent half a month crafting in the Far North using two soul bones and several kinds of precious minerals.

Originally, Mo Yuan wanted to fuse the two soul bones into one and make a sword, but then he suddenly thought of an extremely powerful word spirit in the future, so he changed his mind and made each of the two soul bones into a sword.

As for the name...

This sword was once taken by Mo Yuan. The one that was shrouded in blood was called [Xiaochuan], which means 'doing all kinds of bad things'.

The other one is called [Tang Niu], which means "not involved in cause and effect".

But this name was quickly rejected by Mo Yuan. If he really chose these two names, then these two swords would be completely useless.

After thinking for a long time, Mo Yuan finally decided on the names of the two swords.

The sword that was shrouded in blood was named [Xinting Hou], and the one that emitted a biting cold air was named [Han Yue].

"A very good knife."

Chen Zifeng's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but admire. At the same time, he also completely understood that Mo Yuan, who dared to control two swords at the same time, must be very good in this aspect!

Mo Yuan nodded slightly at Chen Zifeng's praise, then lit up his golden eyes. The dragon blood in his body boiled, and his physical fitness increased by leaps and bounds.
Hundreds of newly formed tiny bones connected with other bones, and silently, a perfect set of bone armor was assembled in his body.

Keel condition.

Everything was ready, and Mo Yuan and Chen Zifeng did not act rashly. But at the moment when a breeze quietly blew across the field, as if receiving a signal, the two of them flashed and disappeared from the spot at the same time.

boom! ! !
A clanging sound of swords that gave one goosebumps erupted in the center of the field.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the two people who had disappeared colliding in mid-air with swords in their hands. The Soul-Chasing Sword and Xinting Hou suddenly burst out with a tremendous scarlet blood energy.

Chen Zifeng held the sword in both hands, and the Soul-Chasing Sword was shining with blood. Although he did not use any soul skills, this sword was extremely fast. Everyone even saw a series of afterimages left when the sword was swung.

On the other side, Mo Yuan perfectly demonstrated what ultimate strength was. Facing a two-handed sword attack, he blocked it with one hand using Xin Ting Hou.

And looking at the expressions of the two men, Mo Yuan looked calm, as if he was not exerting any strength at all, while Chen Zifeng's face turned red and he clenched his teeth, obviously using all his strength.

Although their first attack ended with each other blocking each other, don't forget that Mo Yuan was using two swords...

Under Chen Zifeng's gaze, Mo Yuan clenched Hanyue in his left hand and swung the sword down heavily. The long sword, which already emitted a biting chill, drew a cold arc under this extremely fast blow.

Chen Zifeng did not hesitate at all. He pushed hard with the Soul-Chasing Sword that was rubbing against Xin Ting Hou, and retreated quickly with the help of the counter-thrust.

As the cold moon set, the bleak arc swelled up in the wind, transforming into a giant blade light more than ten meters long, leaving a deep gully on the ground of the fighting arena.

Chen Zifeng dodged the attack without any hesitation. He stepped on the ground quickly and in just a blink of an eye he crossed a distance of more than ten meters and retreated to the edge of the field.

His eyes became solemn, his original fighting spirit gradually disappeared, and a feeling of astonishment rose from the bottom of his heart.

Chen Zifeng looked down at his right hand holding the Soul-Chasing Sword, only to see that his palm was shaking uncontrollably.

This is terrifying! How could he have such strong power?!
Chen Zifeng asked loudly in his heart. Just now, he thought he could have an evenly matched battle with Mo Yuan with his swordsmanship. But when he swung the sword with all his strength in the air and it collided with the long sword held in Mo Yuan's one hand, he only felt that his sword seemed to have hit an iron wall.

As solid as a rock, even if you try your best, you can't move forward even an inch!
Furthermore, Chen Zifeng could see that Mo Yuan hadn't used his full strength at all! It was like a strong man teasing a naughty child!
On the other side, Mo Yuan also slowly landed on the ground. Looking at Chen Zifeng who was staring at him in astonishment, he guessed why he was so shocked.

After all, he has now absorbed a 400,000-year-old torso bone, and his bloodline has exceeded the critical point of 50%.

Maybe this doesn’t give a clear concept, but it will be easier to understand if we use the term “dragon clan”.

Today, Mo Yuan's physical fitness has surpassed the weakest 'Emperor' in the world.

——George, the tortoise.

This means that he is now the real 'Emperor'!
Mo Yuan broke through the smoke and dust that filled the scene. His pupils were filled with the color of molten iron. The Xin Ting Hou and Han Yue in his hands casually drew two red and blue interlaced crescent moons in the void.

Although he was only moving forward slowly, his mighty power had already enveloped every corner of the fighting arena, suffocating all the inner court disciples.

Even Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yuheng subconsciously sat up and their expressions became solemn. The shock that Mo Yuan's sword strike just now brought to them was far greater than that of the disciples facing them.

They were very clear about Chen Zifeng's strength. If he used his soul skills, he might not be as strong as them, but if he did not use his soul skills and only relied on his martial soul and his own combat skills to compete.

It is no exaggeration to say that Dai Yuheng and Ma Xiaotao together are no match for him.

But even Chen Zifeng, who had extremely high attainments in swordsmanship, could only tremble when facing Mo Yuan.

Chen Zifeng stared at Mo Yuan who was walking slowly towards him. He took a deep breath and slowly stood up again. His hands, which had been shaking constantly, were suppressed by his will.

As the word "war" fell in his mind, Chen Zifeng once again rushed towards Mo Yuan with the sword in one hand.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan was calm and rushed up to fight with him.

The rubbing sounds of swords clashing with each other continued to ring out. Knowing that he was no match for Mo Yuan in terms of strength, Chen Zifeng decided not to confront Mo Yuan head-on this time. Instead, he chose to win with swordsmanship.

He drew his sword as fast as the wind, and the Soul-Chasing Sword crisscrossed in the air, leaving behind irregular sword energy. The blood-red sword shadows were like a sudden rain and a strong wind, emitting an overwhelming power.

Every sword strike and even every feint attack of Chen Zifeng was aimed at the vital points. His skills were superb and full of murderous intent.

But unfortunately, although Mo Yuan came from a self-taught background, he had never read any sword manuals, let alone knew anything about Ertian Yiliu or Beichen Yidaoliu.

What he knew were the killing skills he had honed and summarized in the wild, in the fights with soul beasts, and when he was at the crossroads of death again and again!

Mo Yuan's two swords crossed in front of him, stabbing straight, slashing horizontally, and going against the cassock. Each sword went straight to Chen Zifeng's neck and heart.

Amidst countless cold sword shadows, two figures kept colliding and separating in the fighting arena, both of them only attacking and not defending. In every move and every style, there was nothing but murderous intent!
Suddenly, everyone in the stands had this illusion.
They felt that the fight between Chen Zifeng and Mo Yuan was not like that between classmates, but rather like mortal enemies who would not stop until they took each other's life.

Even some of the braver female disciples did not dare to watch the battle, for fear that one of Chen Zifeng and Mo Yuan would be killed in the next second.

"Is Mo Yuan really that strong in close combat? And his swordsmanship is simply terrifying. I feel like if I replaced Chen Zifeng and used a sword, no, even if I used my martial spirit to fight Mo Yuan, I would probably be beheaded by him in one blow if I wasn't paying attention..."

Yao Haoxuan's eyelids couldn't stop trembling, and he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"You're quite self-aware, you idiot. But what's wrong with Mo Yuan being like this? I like it this way. It makes me feel safe~"

Gong Yang Mo pinched his fingers like an orchid, staring intently at Mo Yuan, whose robes were fluttering, his expression was cold, and he was constantly swinging his sword in the field.

After these words were spoken, the Shrek Seven Devils did not feel the same chill as before. Instead, they all nodded in agreement.

Among them, Ma Xiaotao and Ling Luochen looked particularly agreeable. After all, in Douluo Continent, strong men are more popular with the opposite sex.

Similarly, showing strong fighting ability is a very good way to attract girls.

Mo Yuan was currently demonstrating his strength. Although he only used swordsmanship, compared to the bombardment of soul skills, it seemed that this kind of battle where swords collided and blood could be shed if one was not careful was more exciting.

Looking at Mo Yuan, who had a cold and serious look in the middle of the field, Ling Luochen's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were shining.

As a soul master with an ice-attribute martial soul, influenced by his martial soul, Ling Luochen has a relatively cold personality. At the same time, he subconsciously dislikes people with hot tempers and extroverted personalities.

This is one of the reasons why she and Ma Xiaotao don't get along. Similarly, if someone dislikes people with hot temper and extroverted personality, they will subconsciously like people with the same personality as her.

Now that Mo Yuan has taken off some of his disguise, he has just filled in the last piece of the puzzle for Ling Luochen's perfect partner.

It can be said that in Ling Luochen's eyes, Mo Yuan is perfect...

Before they knew it, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves. Without using any soul power but only using his martial soul, Chen Zifeng had already reached his limit.

In another exchange of swords, Chen Zifeng did not rely on his superb skills to relieve the force again, but directly blocked it with his sword, then used Mo Yuan's power to retreat directly and stood at the edge of the fighting arena again.

Chen Zifeng couldn't stop breathing heavily. Although he had been using the sword skills he had learned since elementary school to remove Mo Yuan's strength, the problem was.

A little force might be enough to move a huge one, but under the absolute domination of strength and stamina, all the skills he possessed could only slow down his defeat.

Looking at Chen Zifeng who was breathing heavily, Mo Yuan did not pursue him. Instead, he stopped where he was and waited quietly for him to catch his breath.

It must be said that the physical fitness of the Emperor Level One is terrifying. Without using soul power to enhance himself, compared with ordinary soul masters, he is basically no different from a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

After such an intense fight just now, he was just a little tired mentally.

Just like in Dragon Clan, a tranquilizer bullet that could hit Caesar and hit Yuan Zhisheng would only cause him to exit performance mode.

After taking a breath, Chen Zifeng stood up again. This time, he did not rush up to fight Mo Yuan immediately.

He finally understood that he could not match Mo Yuan in terms of strength or skills. The reason why they could fight till now was probably because Mo Yuan was deliberately taking the pressure. Continuing the fight would just be a waste of everyone's efforts.

As for the fact that losing would mean losing the title of Shrek Seven Devils, Chen Zifeng had already figured it out before he chose to take the initiative to challenge Mo Yuan.

Being one of the Shrek Seven Devils was indeed a great honor, but in the eyes of a man who pursued the way of the sword, the opportunity to see the future was far more important than the title of Shrek Academy.

As the saying goes, if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

After Chen Zifeng exhaled deeply, the sharpness in his eyes dissipated, and he returned to his previous gentle yet slightly out-of-tune look.

He put away the Soul Chasing Sword in his hand, looked at Mo Yuan who was waiting for his explanation, smiled and said,
"Junior Mo Yuan, I lost. I lost completely, both in terms of strength and technique. At the same time, I voluntarily give up the competition with the Shrek Seven Devils and leave the team to make room for you."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the field was a little surprised. You know, Chen Zifeng's loss to Mo Yuan does not mean that he will directly withdraw from the Shrek Seven Devils. As long as his strength is not at the bottom among the Shrek Seven Devils, he will not be eliminated.

But why is Chen Zifeng unwilling to give it another try and fight for a position in the Shrek Seven Devils?

But Chen Zifeng soon gave an explanation.

"If you, Mo Yuan, had chosen me as your opponent, I would have fought again if I lost, but I'm challenging you now. Since I've already lost, there's no need to fight again and keep them worried."

"Don't you agree? Yao Haoxuan?"

"Chen Zifeng, get out of here! I'm not afraid of you if a real fight breaks out!"

After Chen Zifeng teased Yao Haoxuan, he slowly put away the smile on his face and looked at Mo Yuan and said,
"I can see that you, Junior Brother Mo Yuan, didn't actually use your full strength, right? And you didn't really use your weapon,
You see, I, the senior, have already voluntarily withdrawn. I wonder if you, the junior, are willing to give me your strongest blow and point out the way forward for me?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan nodded slowly and accepted Chen Zifeng's request. After this battle, he had a pretty good impression of Chen Zifeng.

At the same time, Mo Yuan has always admired those who have the spirit of seeking the truth. Since Chen Zifeng wanted to see him swing his strongest sword before leaving, then he would swing it.

It just so happened that he also wanted to try out how much power Xin Ting Hou and Han Yue could unleash.

Seeing that Mo Yuan agreed, Chen Zifeng immediately left the field and returned to the stands, staring at Mo Yuan intently.

"Mr. Xuan."

Mo Yuan adjusted his breathing, then suddenly remembered something and turned around and called out Xuan Zi.

"What? Are you afraid that you might tear down the fighting arena?"

Xuan Zi seemed to have seen through Mo Yuan's thoughts. Seeing Mo Yuan nod in affirmation, he casually took a sip of wine and laughed.

He had just watched the fight between Mo Yuan and Chen Zifeng, so he was quite curious about Mo Yuan's most powerful sword move.

"Don't worry, Mo boy. Just go ahead and kill him. If anything goes wrong, the academy will handle it."

With Xuanzi's guarantee, Mo Yuan had no more worries. He walked slowly to the center of the fighting arena with two swords in hand. Then the dragon blood in his body surged, mobilizing his soul power and at the same time activating the alchemy matrix engraved in the two swords.

"If only I had a cigar right now..."

Mo Yuan thought so as he looked at the fighting arena that was tens of meters high in front of him. Then he held Xin Ting Hou and Han Yue tightly with both hands.

He jumped up and cut the fighting arena in half with one sword.

　(Today is still the third update of 6000 words. Because of some things at home today, and the author happened to be stuck in the writer's block, I only typed 10 words at around 3000 o'clock. I originally wanted to write 4000 today, but the author thought about it for a long time and finally decided to rush and give you the whole 6000 words. After all, I have been updating words for a week in a row. It would be difficult to continue if I stopped. Fortunately, I managed to type out the words in the last five minutes. Now the author's hands are still shaking, as if he has Parkinson's disease [laughs]. This paragraph of the author's words is added later. It should be said that the job of a novelist is really not a human job. Since I started writing a book, my mental and physical state has been getting worse day by day. I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes today and walked a hundred meters and almost died of exhaustion. [bitter smile])

　　
　
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