After so ti, Yu Xuan and Mo Lin found themselves inside a private training arena, rented at the staggering cost of 1000 sect points per hour.
It was expensive, absurdly so, but the price ca with absolute privacy.
Isolation formations sealed the entire space, cutting off all external observation.
Unlike the public Training Hall, where spectators could freely gather, this arena was vast, silent, and reserved.
In the center of the enormous field, Yu Xuan stood calmly opposite Mo Lin.
The others watched from a distance.
"But I still find it strange," Yu Bo muttered, absentmindedly rotating a space stone between his fingers, "Young Master Xuan is only at mid-stage Core Formation."
Yu Hao snorted, eyes never leaving Yu Xuan.
"Your eyes have been dulled by counting money. Can’t you feel the pressure from his physical body alone?"
Yu Bo paused.
"...You’re right."
Even Lin Fan, who had been silent until now, nodded solemnly.
"I felt it too."
Yu Xueqing said nothing. Her gaze remained fixed on the two figures facing each other, her expression serious as she observed every detail.
Yu Xuan stretched lazily, as if warming up rather than preparing for a decisive battle.
"This Young Master is feeling generous again," he said lightly.
"You may attack first."
Mo Lin’s eyebrow twitched.
For a brief mont irritation flashed across his face, but he didn’t refuse.
After all, in his mind, it was only a matter of ti before that title changed hands.
His fingers tightened around the hilt of his treasured sword, the ho to an old grandma spirit.
With a sharp breath.
Mo Lin moved.
In an instant, his figure blurred and appeared directly in front of Yu Xuan.
There was no fancy opening, no wasted motion – just a clean, ordinary slash ant to test the waters.
CLINK!
A faint golden light flashed across Yu Xuan’s neck.
Mo Lin’s sword stopped.
It was as if his sword had struck an immovable alloy.
Yu Xuan didn’t even blink.
The impact reverberated back into Mo Lin’s arm.
His pupils shrank as instinct scread danger, and he retreated instantly, pulling back more than fifty ters in a single step.
Inside his mind, a calm but grave voice spoke.
’This young man’s body refinent technique is terrifying.’
Mo Lin steadied his breathing.
Yu Xuan tilted his head slightly, looking down on him with blatant arrogance.
"Don’t tell ," Yu Xuan said lazily, "you’re actually trying sothing?"
Mo Lin ignored the provocation.
His expression hardened, shedding all trace of silliness.
Spiritual Qi surged from his dantian, flowing seamlessly into his sword.
A faint, swirling gas-like cloud wrapped around the blade, pulsing in rhythm with his breath.
Yu Xuan’s eyes shined.
’Perfect intent–Qi synchronization...’
The future of the Yu Clan really was great.
Mo Lin’s spiritual sense expanded, covering the entire area.
In his perception, the space around him transford — countless stellar clouds blooming into existence, drifting silently like a miniature cosmos.
’First Phase — First Technique: Drift.’
The area changed.
Fine, glittering stellar dust poured out from Mo Lin’s sword, saturating the battlefield.
It looked harmless or maybe even beautiful, but Yu Xuan felt the danger imdiately.
His gaze locked onto the sword.
’So that person really taught him sothing.’
The dust drifted toward Yu Xuan.
He raised a hand slightly, and an invisible telekinetic field expanded outward.
The mont the dust touched it.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The field shattered.
Yu Xuan raised an eyebrow.
’Interesting.’
The stellar dust suddenly surged, accelerating like a galactic current, spiraling toward him from every direction.
Yu Xuan responded instantly.
A violent wind erupted from his body, crashing into the incoming storm.
Wind and dust collided and Yu Xuan felt it imdiately.
He was at a disadvantage.
The cutting force hidden within the dust far surpassed the destructive power of his wind.
Yu Xuan smiled.
And the wind ignited.
Flas burst forth, turning the gale into a roaring inferno. A tsunami of fire slamd head-on into the stellar storm.
From within the dust.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Terrifying sword slashes condensed out of the storm itself, cleaving the flas apart.
But Yu Xuan’s control was absolute.
The fire twisted, split, and reford, dodging the slashes as it flowed toward Mo Lin like living beasts.
Inside Mo Lin’s mind, the old voice urged sharply.
’Now use it!’
’No need to remind ,’ Mo Lin replied.
Sword Qi revolved violently around his blade.
Suddenly.
Gravity twisted.
Yu Xuan felt an imnse pulling force drag at his body, trying to tear him forward.
He resisted instinctively but at the sa ti, Mo Lin was pulled toward him.
Their distance collapsed.
’First Phase — Second Technique: Disk.’
A colossal phantom disk manifested around Mo Lin, its edges spinning with compressed sword intent. With a single, precise motion, he released it.
The disk shot forward.
Yu Xuan stared at it calmly.
Without lifting a finger—
Hundreds of terrifying crimson slashes erupted from empty space, colliding head-on with the disk.
BOOOOM!
The ground trembled violently as both attacks annihilated each other.
Mo Lin’s eyes widened.
"What was that?!"
’Idiot, don’t get distracted.’
The warning ca too late.
A red slash was already upon him.
Mo Lin roared as his Sword Qi exploded outward, barely intercepting the attack.
Even so, the impact hurled him backward over a hundred ters.
"Damn..." he muttered, steadying himself.
Yu Xuan looked at him calmly, disappointnt evident in his gaze.
"Don’t tell ," he said coolly, "this is all you’ve got?"
Mo Lin closed his eyes briefly, forcing his emotions down.
Inside his mind, the old voice murmured with interest.
’This sword technique is quite exquisite.’
Mo Lin’s lips twitched.
’Why are you enjoying this?! Tell how to fight him!’
’Tsk Tsk, young people these days don’t even try to acknowledge their enemy’ the old voice said.
’Granny you are on my side right?, why don’t you just say how I can win this?’ Mo Lin muttered slightly annoyed.
The battlefield fell silent again, but the real fight had only just begun.
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