Chapter 96: Innate Predictions Will Scare You to Death!

  "Mo Bei. Your next opponent is Li Xueyue, isn't it?" Fang Luoyou asked, opening and closing his fan with a casual swing of his hand.

  Mo Bei's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and after a moment of contemplation, he replied, "Nothing's wrong, what is it?"

  Upon hearing this, Fang Luoyou furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice: "Indeed!"

  "That Li Xueyue, I know a thing or two about him."

  "Oh?" Mo Bei's eyes sparkled with curiosity, his expression unchanged as he said, "Someone who can be named by Luo You is probably not simple."

  "Not bad!" Fang Luoyou nodded heavily and sighed softly: "That Li Xueyue, the first of the Seven Sons of the Virtual, has a swordsmanship that is not exquisite, but..."

  Fang Luo You's next sentence was astonishing!

  "That Li Xueyue can predict the future!"

  Long Hao Tian's eyes widened like bronze bells, his mouth agape: "No way! If you can predict the future, how can we fight!"

  Mo Bei's heart also skipped a beat, his face sinking as he stared at Fang Luo You, not rushing to speak. He could tell that Fang Luo You still had more to say.

  Fang Luo Yu smiled slightly and said, "Don't be surprised, and don't think of him as so legendary!"

  Fang Luo's tone suddenly changed, and the folding fan in his hand fluttered rapidly: "Li Xueyue can predict the future, but only for three breaths. In battle, it is limited to martial arts practice."

  "He can see through your various moves. Before you even make a move, he can already tell the direction of your next sword strike by observing your subtle movements and react accordingly."

  "In the previous match, in terms of swordsmanship and profound cultivation, the outer door disciples were not inferior to him. However, before the disciples he was competing against had even drawn their swords, Li Xueyue had already anticipated their moves, sealed them off with a single stroke!"

  Long Hao Tian's face showed a hint of surprise, but in his heart he was secretly shocked: "This Li Xue Yue is so formidable, with the ability to predict and prepare beforehand, making him a very difficult opponent! I wonder if our boss will be able to handle it!"

  With this in mind, Long Hao Tian subconsciously glanced sideways at Mo Bei, only to see that Mo Bei was extremely calm, his expression unchanged, as if he didn't care about it at all.

  Fang Luo You was also very curious and asked: "Don't you worry at all, Mo Bei?"

  Mo Bei smiled and retorted, "What's so fearsome about Li Xuyue? He's not some kind of ferocious beast! When the time comes, we'll just exchange blows!"

  ……

  Thirty-two strong matches, on the Illusory Arena stage.

  Two people walked slowly onto the stage, looking at Mo Bei. A young man in white clothes, Li Xueyue, with a cold smile on his face, thought he had already won, and little Mo Bei was just an easy opponent for him!

  Mo Bei looked at Li Xue Yue, also smiling, but didn't appear, just silently looking at him!

  Li Xue took a deep breath and was about to make his move. He immediately used his Uncertain Foreknowledge divine ability to predict Mo Bei's reaction within the next three breaths!

  But looking at Mo Bei, Li Xueyue gradually lost his usual ease and elegance in the competition.

  His expression was solemn, his eyebrows furrowed into two knots, as if facing a great enemy, his eyes fixed intently on Mo Bei, who stood not far away with an air of calmness and serenity.

  "What to do? What to do?"

  Li Xueyue's mind kept flashing with question marks, beads of fine sweat seeping out from his forehead, his thoughts flashing rapidly.

  "If I use the Tianzhu Sword Technique, then the Blood Demon will definitely retreat half a step. One sword, a hundred changes, a thousand fantasies, thirteen styles of Yunwu, blocking my attack, and then the sword's momentum changes, from blocking to fierce stabbing, I will surely die! No way, no way!"

  Li Xueyue's eyes at this moment had a faint white glow, with true energy flowing through his meridians and constantly pouring into his eyes.

  Those pitch-black pupils were stretched to their limits, almost filling up Li Xueyue's entire eyes, making it impossible to see the whites of his eyes.

  That expanded to the extreme, on the pitch-black pupils, occasionally flashed a faint cyan light.

  His eyes saw everything at this moment, seeing Mo Bei, with Mo Bei as the center, countless illusory red human shadows spreading outwards and transforming.

  Those red silhouettes are Mo Bei's upcoming sword moves, the direction he is about to move!

  Foreknowledge!

  At a glance, the red figure filled the entire stone platform, leaving no room for evasion.

  That red figure's hand held a similarly pale red sword, swinging in the void, with sharp sword energy, splashing open, like a group of demons dancing wildly, making one's heart tremble with fear!

  "If I were a flying star, transmitting hatred with one sword, stabbing into the air! Mo Bei dodged to the side, turning his body, and with a single stroke of his Guan Ri sword technique, he would surely pierce through me and defeat me!"

  Li Xueyue's expression became increasingly solemn, his heart racing uncontrollably, and the hands grasping the sword were trembling.

  "If I were to wield the Taoyue Sanqingfeng, my sword energy had not yet spread, Mo Bei would have already flown with ancient ravine flying clouds, cutting out ten zhang, and cut me down under his sword, still defeated!"

  "Even if I retreat ten feet away, it's still no match for Mo Bei's sword speed. It's a dead end!"

  Li Xueyue's entire body was tense, his muscles stiff, and the fine sweat had already gathered into pea-sized droplets that kept falling from his forehead to the ground. His breathing became more and more urgent, his eyes wide open, completely red, full of tension.

  He didn't dare move, he didn't even dare breathe.

  Even if Li Xueyue could predict the future, but now he seemed to have seen his own death in hundreds of ways. No matter what action he took, whether it was striking first or counterattacking, without exception, all ended with him being beheaded by a single sword!

  Mo Bei didn't move, quietly staring at Li Xueyue, like a god of death, curiously sizing up his prey that was about to die at his hands, a prey with no power to resist.

  For a moment, Li Xuyue felt dizzy and blurred in front of him.

  That red human shadow spreading from Mo Bei's body, twisted and distorted, constantly swaying back and forth like a malevolent spirit, baring its teeth and claws as if wanting to devour his flesh and soul.

  "No way, no way! I can predict his moves, I can deduce the trajectory of his sword, his swordsmanship. How could I lose? How could I possibly lose!"

  Li Xueyue was like a person who didn't understand the water at all, but fell into the deep pool, racking his brains and desperately trying to grab the last straw.

  Sweat rained down on his forehead! In his mind, thoughts were spinning rapidly, constantly deducing and predicting.

  But a series of associations led him to only one conclusion, which took shape in his mind:

  Lose! Lose! Lose!

  That vast red figure, no matter how he struggled or what moves he made, could not escape being annihilated!

  Li Xueyue had almost seen all sorts of ways he could die!

  It was as if from the moment he stepped onto this illusory arena, his death had already been sealed!

  No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't escape the fate of being killed by Mo Bei!

  "Ah!"

  Li Xueyue, who foresaw his countless ways of dying, finally collapsed mentally and suddenly let out a frantic roar, bellowing like a madman: "How can I possibly lose!! Ahhh!!"

  He tugged at his hair with all his might, yelling hysterically until he was exhausted.

  Li Xueyue's buttocks suddenly sat on the ground, his face was as pale as death, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. His eyes were dull and he muttered to himself: "Defeat is certain, death is certain... I lost, I lost."

  This scene, falling in the eyes of everyone, is all incredulous and stunned.

  Even if he could predict the future, even if he could deduce the swordsmanship, what's the point!

  In the face of absolute power, no matter if you are a monster or have supernatural powers, I only have one sword, and with that one sword, I will cut you down!

  No need to draw sword if never drawn before.

  Since Li Xueyue stepped onto the stage, his fate was sealed - defeat.

  Mo Bei opened his eyes from the ring, and Long Hao Tian eagerly came up to him, surprised and delighted, pulling his throat and laughing loudly: "Haha boss! You're simply too awesome!"

  That old eight was killed by Li Xueyue before, and he lost his helmet and armor, his nose was blue and swollen, and his head was bleeding!

  "But when faced with you, Boss, Li Xueyue didn't even make a move and was scared to the point of wetting his pants, collapsing onto the ground!"

  "Haha, wonderful!" Long Hao Tian burst out laughing, not hiding his excitement and pride.

  Fang Luo was also staring at Mo Bei in shock, secretly frightened: "I had previously fought with that Li Xueyue and knew his formidable skills. That Li Xueyue would grasp any thread of life and expand his swordsmanship to revive himself from desperation!"

  "But..."

  "This battle, Li Xueyue didn't even exchange blows with Mo Bei, and yet he conceded so decisively! This... this... Could it be that Li Xueyue has already foreseen all possibilities and is certain to lose?"

  At this thought, Fang Luoyou's heart skipped a beat: "Mo Beizhou's swordsmanship has indeed reached an unimaginable level of perfection!"

  Suddenly!

  "Who are you talking about, you little scoundrel!"

  A merciless curse suddenly rang out not far from the crowd.

  Mo Bei and others subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound source.

  Qie Lao Ba's face turned black as he stood beside the elegant Qie Wu Bing, drew his sword and glared at Long Hao Tian with a sinister gaze.

  Long Hao Tian heard this, but instead of getting angry, he smiled and took two steps forward, sneering: "The person I'm talking about is far away in the sky yet close to your eyes. Aren't you deliberately asking despite knowing the answer, a defeated general?"

  "How, the guts that were broken by that monster have recovered, and you've come to this secret realm feeling uneasy? Have your pants been changed?" Long Hao Tian said with a smile, while glancing at Ji Lao Ba's crotch with his spare eyes, his face full of sarcastic mockery.

  When Ji Lao Ba heard him bring up old wounds, his face filled with anger suddenly turned a deep purple.

  On the island of Yao, he was so scared that he urinated in his pants. That was the most difficult thing for him to mention, an eternal shame, and now it was being brought up again by Long Hao Tian.

  Ji Lao Ba's venomous eyes shot a fierce glance at Long Hao Tian.

  "Mo Bei, Blood Demon?" Ji Wu Bing let out a low hum, licked his lips, and revealed a thick evil grin as he gazed at Mo Bei with a sinister smile: "Young one, the next match is between us two. Have you thought about how you want to die?"

  Mo Bei smiled calmly and shrugged: "It's time to think about how to die, it shouldn't be me, right?"

  "Hmph!" Ji Wubing snorted, her nostrils flaring with anger as she glanced at Mo Bei with disdain: "A cooked duck, still hard-mouthed. Even when death is imminent, you're still stubbornly clinging on."

  "I still remember what happened in the Dharma Transmission Hall."

  That little brat, he actually made me lose face in the Transmission Hall of Law. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I must make him unable to live or die!

  Thinking and thinking, Ji Wubing was like a woman, laughing hehe, **laughter filled with murderous intent.

  "Tomorrow is your deadline! Don't worry, I won't kill you easily..."

  The lady's expression changed and she smiled slyly, saying: "I've heard that in the secret realm, although it's an illusion, the pain, tactile sensation, and all five senses are no different from reality."

  "I will, I'll take good care of you!"

  Ji had no illness, but her lips were pursed, a hint of cruelty flashing between her eyebrows, and her eyes gleamed with anticipation. It seemed she could already see Mo Bei being brutally killed in the illusion, begging for mercy on his knees before her, without even having the chance to take his own life!

  Still thinking about it, there's some anticipation.