Chapter 100: The Winner of the Arena is Decided!

  At this time, a clear and cold voice rang out from the side of the stage: "The winner is Fang Luoyou!"

  "Huh?" Long Hao Tian's eyes widened in surprise as he exclaimed: "I didn't expect Luo You to actually make it into the championship match!"

  The words had barely left his lips.

  "Haha,"

  Not far away, Fang Luo's loud and clear laughter came, he walked out of the crowd, his eyes and mouth corners filled with a smile, looking at Mo Bei smilingly said: "Mo Bei, I didn't break my promise! I also entered the championship match!"

  "Congratulations! Congratulations!" Mo Bei said with a sincere bow.

  "Hey, don't be in a hurry to congratulate! Both first and second places have been taken by us brothers, let's wait until we decide the winner before congratulating!"

  "Haha," Mo Bei looked at his kind smile, and couldn't help but feel a great sense of joy in his heart: "Our year of life and death together has indeed not been in vain. Good! Tomorrow morning, we'll settle the outcome, you and I, two brothers, will get drunk together!"

  "Hmm!" Fang Luo nodded heavily and looked at Long Hao Tian with a smile, "You're not bad either, you were actually able to enter the top ten!"

  "Hmm"

  Long Hao Tian was displeased, pouting and humming, with an arrogant expression: "This is natural, don't you see who my boss is!"

  Mo Bei smiled and said: "Luo You, don't underestimate this kid. If it weren't for this kid intentionally hiding his strength, the three of us would have had a good fight."

  "That's all, I won't say more. Just now in the competition, I had some epiphany, I still need to go back and practice my sword skills. We'll meet again tomorrow on the arena!" Fang Luoyou clasped his fists, shook his folding fan, turned around and left with a big laugh.

  Long Hao Tian gazed at Fang Luo You's gradually disappearing back, and whispered in Mo Bei's ear: "Boss, boss, let's go back to practice our sword skills. That guy is really abnormal, he actually had another epiphany. We can't be weaker than him."

  Mo Beishen nodded in agreement, clenched his fists tightly and thought to himself: "This Fang Luoyou is both a friend and an enemy. I admire him, but precisely because of this, I cannot lose to him! I must defeat him!"

  With that, Mo Bei resolutely turned around and walked towards his own room.

  ……

  The next day at dawn, the morning glow had not yet emerged from the clouds.

  The chill on the stone platform still lingered, and had yet to dissipate.

  On the vast stone platform, human figures were already stirring.

  Wave after wave of clamor, unceasingly transmitted from the crowd far away, rushed into the clouds, as if shaking off the Lingyun at the horizon.

  Not for anything else, but because of this, the long-awaited outer door disciple competition is finally going to come to a close today!

  The long-awaited first place winner will finally be born today!

  Many disciples stayed up all night and gathered at the edge of the arena early in the morning, wanting to witness a thrilling competition that was bound to be exciting.

  Chen Qingzhu smiled and hugged the doll, surrounded by a crowd of people as if she was chasing stars and moons. She lightly bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, her fragrant cheeks slightly bulging, and said with a hint of playfulness:

  "This time Luo You brother, is only one step away from the championship! After this battle ends, the first place will be in the bag!"

  Sun Zhongyan gazed intently at the two on the stage, clenching his fists and nodding as he said, "Mm, I agree too."

  That Fang Luo You's swordsmanship was so divine that Sun Zhongyan, who was defeated by him yesterday, was deeply moved.

  Wang Lie was filled with hatred, staring at Mo Bei with a fierce gaze. In great anger, he said: "What's so special about that little brat? If I hadn't made a mistake in my temporary performance, who knows who would be standing on the stage now?"

  She was pale and her face was gloomy, with a hint of viciousness and resentment between her eyebrows, staring at Mo Bei on the stage, gritting her teeth, speechless.

  Ji Wuliang originally wanted to go and cheer for Mo Bei, shouting slogans to support him.

  But he subconsciously glanced at Ji Wubing, his heart slightly moved, and his half-opened mouth closed again.

  Without exception, all public opinions are biased towards Fang Luo You, almost a one-sided applause.

  Chen Jiuzhou interjected: "I admit it, Mo Bei is indeed very strong and has completely exceeded my expectations!"

  Upon hearing this, Long Hao Tian's heart suddenly felt a bit more at ease. But before he could even finish feeling relieved, Chen Jiu Chou continued to say:

  "But Black Whirlwind also has his limits. Fang Luo Yu is after all the number one among the four great geniuses, his strength is enough to look down on the entire outer sect, Mo Bei is not his match!"

  "Spectators only see the excitement, you bunch of useless cultivators, how would you know my master's prowess? Hmph!" Long Hao Tian's nose almost crooked in anger, muttering to himself.

  Listening to these voices, he had ten thousand discontentments in his heart, and hummed angrily, making a trumpet shape with both hands, holding them to his mouth, and shouting loudly: "Old Big! Old Big refuel, Old Big must win!!"

  But his voice had hardly traveled a few feet before it was drowned out by endless applause.

  On the stage of martial arts competition.

  Fang Luo You and Mo Bei stood three zhang apart, facing each other, with swords at the ready.

  "Finally, the day has arrived!" Fang Luoyou's eyes widened, his gaze burning with intensity as he stared at Mo Bei: "I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

  "Haha," Mo Bei laughed loudly and said: "Me too!"

  "Now that all three of us brothers can enter the sect's blessed land to cultivate, we no longer have any worries or need to hide our true strength!"

  Mo Bei slowly drew his sword, and as the blade inch by inch left its scabbard, the sword body lightly trembled, emitting a rapid series of soft ringing sounds.

  "Hum!"

  Until the moment the sword tip emerged from its scabbard, just as the first streak of dawn appeared on the horizon, slowly spreading across the land.

  Under the illumination of the morning glow, a sword tip emitted an extremely dazzling and piercing light, so bright that it was unbearable to look at directly!

  Mo Bei's slightly drooping eyelids suddenly lifted, and his wandering gaze on the ground was raised sharply, bursting out a sharp gleam, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, staring tightly at Fang Luoyou, making one's heart palpitate!

  "Ah!"

  A strong gust of wind suddenly rose, blowing the two people's hair into disarray, their robes fluttering and making a rustling sound!

  Fierce sword intent, ceaselessly rising and surging!

  "Yinyin!"

  In Mo Bei's chest, his vital energy was surging and his heart was racing with excitement. His fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. The long sword in his hand seemed to sense its master's high morale, and the tremors of the sword body became more urgent and frantic.

  At the moment when the momentum of both sides reached its peak, suddenly!

  "Kill!"

  Two men shouted in unison, and immediately, swords shot out like rainbows!

  "Hiss!"

  Mo Bei's legs suddenly stomped the ground fiercely, and the violent power spread from his ankles, bursting out from the soles of his shoes, tearing apart the air behind him, creating a whirlwind that swirled around.

  Mo Bei Zhen let out a loud shout, his body suddenly leaning forward, accelerating again. In an instant, he burst out three zhang (a unit of length).

  The sword light flashed, and the extremely sharp sword energy hacked towards Fang Luoyou, carrying a thunderous momentum, pressing straight against his chest! As if it wanted to pierce him with one sword.

  Fang Luo's face remained unchanged, his body swayed and passed by, his footsteps fluttered, and he dodged left and right.

  With a long sword in his hand, he suddenly stirred up three or five sword flowers, like a wheel, rushing towards Mo Bei.

  "Ding ding ding!"

  That sharp sword energy suddenly collided with three sword flowers rolling on the ground.

  Three dazzling sparks flew out in succession and burst open.

  "Cheers!"

  Mo Bei let out a low, muffled roar once more, his waist twisting fiercely as he charged forward. His body, leaning forward, came to an abrupt halt the instant the sword light flashed through the air, its momentum only halfway released.

  He flipped his wrist, bringing the sword tip with it, instantly changing its trajectory. The sword move had just gone halfway when it changed again.

  Body shape rotates a circle, gathers momentum to the highest peak of the moment, and then stabs out with one sword again!

  Those various sword moves, in his hands, evolved into thousands of changes, constantly changing and transforming, with virtual and real alternating, making it impossible for people to grasp.

  With each swing of the long sword, a trail of sword energy extended outwards.

  His swordsmanship, although not yet perfect, was extremely exquisite. The changes in his sword moves were smooth and natural, without any hesitation or pause, as if they flowed from one to another effortlessly, with a sense of freedom and joy!

  The people below the stage were dazzled and stunned!

  "Good, good exquisite sword moves!"

  "Yes," Chen Qing's delicate and pale chin nodded slightly, "it seems that just now, all of you underestimated him."

  Ji had no illness but her face was slightly pale, staring at Mo Bei with an expression of extreme surprise, her eyes flickering between brightness and darkness, as if thinking about something.

  Ke Fangluo, also known as You, didn't dare to be careless. His footsteps were erratic, his body was like a swimming dragon, and in the short span of one breath, he had already moved five or six places.

  The colorful sword energy swept past his side without stopping, yet didn't touch him at all.

  Fang Luo Yu suddenly took a big step forward. At the moment when Mo Bei drew his sword again, one sword stabbed fiercely.

  On the sword body, a purple-black electric arc flashed and spread instantly, following the sword energy to kill in unison, with a thunderous momentum, crushing towards Mo Bei.

  "Great job!"

  Fearless and undaunted, neither arrogant nor humble, he let out a loud laugh, facing the ferocious momentum head-on without retreating in the slightest. His hand rose and his sword fell, with a flash of sword light, endless white light erupted!

  At the moment when the sword light had not yet been fully retracted, Mo Bei burst out with another sword.

  In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the sword's edge, almost blinding people's eyes.

  Fang Luoyou had long been prepared, but unexpectedly his sword was also a feint. At the moment Mo Bei drew his sword, Fang Luoyou's body, which seemed to be stepping on air, suddenly contracted its muscles, generating waves of pulling force.

  Pulling his body, he changed the trajectory of his movement, and Fang Luo's eyes were tightly closed, with one sword slashing down, chopping on Mo Bei's sword light, using the rebound force of that power to counterattack.

  Fang Luo's feet left the ground, and he flipped over several times in mid-air before landing five zhang away.

  Before he even landed, Fang Luoyou was rolling in mid-air, his long sword slashing through the void, and several sword auras shot out again, chopping and killing Mo Bei to prevent him from making a comeback!

  "Hey!"

  Mo Beiheng made a horizontal slash, his sword sweeping across the sky, tearing apart the several killing sword energies that had come crashing down, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of sharpness.

  His gaze swept across Fang Luoyou, predicting where he would fall next. A wild gust of wind burst forth around him, and the next moment, he charged out again.

  Mo Bei let out a loud roar, his long sword in hand, and the sword energy had already pierced through the air, directly pressing down on Fang Luoyou's about-to-fall location, striking him mid-air!

  He swung his long sword, two intersecting sword auras, like a cross shape, slammed into the ground. A burst of wild wind erupted from the cross-shaped sword aura, lifting his body and stopping his downward trend.

  Fang Luo You seized the opportunity to tap his toes again in mid-air, rising two zhang higher and stabilizing his body.

  Fang Luo You grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, his face set in a fierce expression, his eyes blazing with intensity. With one swift stroke, he slashed across the sky, unleashing a powerful crimson sword aura that shot downwards with unrelenting ferocity, as if seeking to nail the heavens themselves to the ground!

  Both sides came and went, sword energy flying about, constantly pounding against the light screen.

  Tianlong Swordsmanship, Sleeve Sword, Eagle Swallow Double Kill Sword, You Hun Swordsmanship, Vertical Sword Thirty-Three, North Star Sword Qi, Dragon Slaying Incantation, Heavy Mystery Swordsmanship, Taiyi Tongming Swordsmanship, One Character Flash Lightning Sword, Life-Taking Linked Ring Three Immortal Swords, Azure Fall Yellow Spring Beheading, Extreme Light Sword Qi...

  Innumerable sword techniques were unleashed in their hands!