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Mo Yu’s words undoubtedly caused an uproar across the entire field. Imdiately after, the warriors of the Gu Clan’s Black Subrged Army erupted into cheers and shouts of approval.
However, the expressions of the Yan Clan mbers were not as pleasant. This was the first ti they had ever been so openly looked down upon.
"Hmph! Mo Yu, don’t get too arrogant!"
Yan Yi’s face darkened instantly, and he spoke coldly.
"Because I have the strength to back it up."
Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his face carrying a confident smile.
"Since Brother Mo Yu has such a request, Yan Gang, you all should oblige him."
Yan Yi exhaled slowly. Seeing Mo Yu’s composed and unflustered deanor, he suddenly spoke in a calm tone.
"Fine!"
Hearing this, the expressions of the young geniuses from the Yan Clan darkened. They sneered coldly before stepping forward in unison. Instantly, the aura of ten people surged to their peak.
Among them, Yan Gang’s aura was the strongest, having reached the level of Advanced Ban Sheng. The rest were all Nine Star Dou Zun experts!
As the ten fierce auras burst out, many people in the audience changed their expressions slightly. Facing these ten individuals together would undoubtedly be sowhat troubleso.
"Mo Yu, let our Yan Clan see for ourselves whether the rumors about you are true!"
With their aura surging, Yan Yi’s fighting spirit also rose sharply. With a low shout, the ten figures almost simultaneously shot out. Their cooperation displayed flawless tacit understanding.
The ten moved like lightning, quickly spreading out to encircle Mo Yu. Their expressions turned solemn as they swiftly ford hand seals. Instantly, ten massive fiery pillars, each over a hundred feet tall, erupted into the air. Above their heads, the flas transford into ten coiling, roaring crimson fla dragons.
"Fla Dragon Kill!"
With the fla dragons coiling above, the expressions of the ten fighters tensed. The dragons roared and dove downward, bringing with them a violent and scorching might that swept across the field.
Yan Yi and his group were no fools. Reputation is earned through strength. They understood Mo Yu’s power well. Therefore, from the very beginning, they unleashed their strongest technique. The ten working together produced an extrely potent force.
The sky flickered with crimson light. Under the gazes of the crowd, the fiery glow surged, and ten ferocious fla dragons, accompanied by their furious roars, crashed down fiercely upon Mo Yu below.
"Boom!"
Upon impact, energy waves radiated outward, causing the sturdy arena to crack and a cloud of dust to rise into the air.
"Did it hit him?"
The crowd watched this scene in shock. Earlier, Mo Yu didn’t seem to have made any attempt to dodge.
As the dust gradually settled, Mo Yu’s figure reappeared in everyone’s line of sight. He was still dressed in his simple green robe, standing tall and straight. His entire body showed no signs of injury.
Even the ground within a three-foot radius around him was completely intact, in stark contrast to the battered and broken surroundings.
"How is that possible?"
Seeing that Mo Yu had not even taken a step back, Yan Gang and the others turned pale. A deep sense of powerlessness surged through them. So, in the eyes of this man, they were nothing more than a joke.
"Not bad."
The crowd fell into complete silence. Mo Yu patted the dust off his clothes. Without even sparing Yan Gang and the others a glance, he turned his gaze toward Yan Yi and said indifferently, "It’s your turn."
"Boom!"
Yan Yi’s face was now extrely serious. Mo Yu’s calm and relaxed deanor brought him imnse pressure.
However, Yan Yi was a battle-hardened warrior. The next mont, his figure turned into a streak of fire as he shot out.
With a grasp of his hand, the Nine Refinent True Fire surged up his arm and quickly condensed into a crimson spear in his palm. The spear’s shaft pulsed with true flas.
"Bang!"
Yan Yi’s speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Mo Yu. The spear danced in his hand, and countless sharp spear strikes aid directly at Mo Yu’s vital points.
A faint, extrely hot red fla flickered at the tip of the spear. If touched by it, even a Three or Four Star Dou Sheng’s body would be pierced through.
The spectators held their breath as they watched the fierce barrage of spear strikes. They could hardly imagine how they would deal with such rapid and overwhelming attacks if they were in Mo Yu’s place.
"This Yan Yi does have so skill."
Xiao Yan, observing the scene, had to nod in acknowledgnt.
"However, his spear doesn’t seem to touch Cousin Mo Yu."
Xun’er’s beautiful eyes shimred as she softly remarked.
It was said that Yan Yi possessed the strength of a Four Star Dou Sheng. Combined with his Nine Refinent True Fire Dou Qi, his attack power could rival a mid-level Four Star Dou Sheng. Yet, with such formidable power, he could not even touch Mo Yu. The latter’s strength had likely reached an exceedingly profound level.
Not far away, Lei Dong also realized this. Rembering his father’s earlier words, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Initially, he thought Mo Yu’s strength was at most Five Star Dou Sheng. But now, it seed Mo Yu might have reached the level of the Lei Clan’s Twin Dominators. The gap between him and Mo Yu was anything but small.
While outsiders could see the situation clearly, Yan Yi, being the one fighting, naturally sensed it even more acutely.
As the battle progressed, Yan Yi grew increasingly alard. The man before him was like a black hole. No matter how fierce his attacks were, they were quietly swallowed up, unable to cause any harm.
"Nine Refinent True Fla!"
Yan Yi’s face tightened. Suddenly, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. His endless spear strikes abruptly halted. He bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood. The blood carried flickers of crimson fla as it landed on the spear tip.
Following this enhancent, the spear tip grew incredibly violent. Without hesitation, Yan Yi thrust the spear forward, the crimson spear carrying the raging Nine Refinent True Fla, piercing toward Mo Yu’s throat like lightning.
"Zzzt!"
However, what shocked everyone was that when the spear tip was just half an inch from Mo Yu, it suddenly froze. That final half-inch seed like an insurmountable barrier. No matter how fiercely Yan Yi pushed his Dou Qi, he could not advance any further.
Yan Yi’s full-force strike could not even break through Mo Yu’s Dou Qi defense!
"It’s over..."
Mo Yu smiled faintly, then suddenly clenched his hand. Yan Yi’s spear instantly shattered. Without giving Yan Yi a chance to react, Mo Yu took a step forward and appeared like a ghost in front of him. His palm, light as a feather, gently pressed onto Yan Yi’s chest.
A slight tremor emanated from Mo Yu’s palm, and the next mont, everyone watched as Yan Yi’s figure was sent flying backward in a sorry state.
The battle ended so swiftly it left everyone dumbfounded. In just a few short minutes, Lei Dong and his group of more than ten had been easily defeated by Mo Yu.
The crowd fell into a brief silence, then the young talents from the Lei Clan erupted into cheers. Their voices, like rolling thunder, echoed across the square.
Even the warriors of the Gu Clan’s Black Subrged Army were swept up by the atmosphere and began cheering along.
"Haha, good lad! As expected of the son-in-law favored by Lei Ying. You’ve got so real skill. I dare say, given ti, even your father-in-law may not be your match."
Yan Jin, the Yan Clan’s patriach, did not seem too upset by Yan Yi’s defeat. Instead, he praised Mo Yu with a hearty laugh.
Upon closer thought, it made sense. If Mo Yu and Yan Yi were evenly matched, a loss could be excusable. However, anyone with discerning eyes could see that Mo Yu’s strength far exceeded Yan Yi’s. Yan Jin’s open-minded attitude reflected his broad perspective.
Mo Yu responded to Yan Jin’s complint with a polite smile. As the head of a major clan, Yan Jin indeed had an impressive bearing. Mo Yu cupped his hands respectfully in return.
"Husband, you’re amazing!"
At this mont, Lei Fei’er leaped onto the arena. The once proud and aloof young lady of the Lei Clan now looked like a starry-eyed fangirl as she gazed adoringly at Mo Yu.
"Haha, as expected of my brother-in-law! Your strength is truly exceptional!" Lei Dong followed closely behind Lei Fei’er, speaking with heartfelt emotion.
anwhile, Xiao Yan and Xun’er also approached, offering their congratulations to Mo Yu. Although Yan Yi’s strength was not top-tier, he was still the Young Patriach of the Yan Clan. Mo Yu’s decisive victory over him would surely leave a lasting impression among the ancient clans, centing his own legend.
"Hehe, so this is Young Friend Mo Yu, I presu?" Suddenly, a middle-aged man appeared in the arena, smiling as he looked toward Mo Yu.
Hearing this, Mo Yu was montarily stunned. He turned to see the approaching man, a trace of surprise flickering across his face.
In Mo Yu’s perception, this person had no discernible aura. It was as if both the man and the space he occupied simply did not exist. Yet, his eyes confird the man’s presence. This contradictory sensation was incredibly eerie.
Given Mo Yu’s current strength, only one person in the entire Gu Clan could conceal themselves so completely.
Sure enough, upon the man’s appearance, a bright smile blood on Xun’er’s face. She gracefully stepped forward, took his arm, and said sweetly, "Father, you’re here..."
The man’s identity was thus revealed—Gu Yuan, the patriach of the Gu Clan, one of the strongest individuals on the Dou Qi Continent.
Facing such a powerhouse, Mo Yu felt his heart tighten. He quickly took Lei Fei’er’s hand and stepped forward with a light smile. "Junior Mo Yu greets Patriach Gu."
"Hehe, no need to be so formal, Young Friend. Based on seniority, you’re Xun’er and Xiao Yan’s cousin. You may call Uncle in the future."
Gu Yuan smiled kindly before pausing. His eyes deepened as he added aningfully, "Besides, with your talent, it won’t be long before you catch up to . Moreover..."
He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze lingering on Mo Yu with a subtle hint of intrigue.
"...with your current capabilities, I may not be certain of defeating you."
"What!?"
Gu Yuan’s words shocked everyone present. The first part was understandable—Mo Yu’s talent was evident, and surpassing Gu Yuan was only a matter of ti. However, the latter half carried a startling implication.
Gu Yuan was the Gu Clan Patriach, a Nine Star Dou Sheng, a peak expert on the continent. Few could rival him. Yet, he claid he might not be confident in defeating Mo Yu. Was this re praise, or was it the truth?
"Father never speaks lightly... Could it be that Cousin Mo Yu truly possesses such strength..."
Xun’er, who knew her father’s personality well, felt her heart tremble with astonishnt.
She lifted her gaze slightly, eting Xiao Yan’s eyes. The two exchanged a glance—both showing surprise, but also a trace of contemplation.
Of everyone present, none knew Mo Yu better than Xiao Yan and Xun’er. Their decades of friendship had forged deep bonds. Considering Mo Yu’s abilities and talent, it was indeed possible that he possessed a trump card capable of threatening a Nine Star Dou Sheng.
But the most shocked of all was Mo Yu himself. He had not expected Gu Yuan to expose his hidden strength with just a few casual remarks.
As expected of the Gu Clan Leader, a figure who stood alongside Hun Tiandi and Xiao Xuan in his era—truly unfathomable.
"Haha, Uncle Gu flatters . I’m far from being your match." Mo Yu smiled humbly, downplaying his abilities.
Seeing Mo Yu’s modesty, Gu Yuan shook his head slightly but said no more.
Though he had sensed sothing from Mo Yu, without witnessing it firsthand, he could not be certain of its true power. Still, his intuition told him that Mo Yu’s hidden trump card was formidable—even he might struggle to withstand it.
Coupled with the reputation Mo Yu had built during his journey, Gu Yuan had developed a favorable impression of the Lei Clan’s rising star—a genius rivaling, perhaps even surpassing, Xiao Yan.
"Haha, Gu Yuan, what do you think? My son-in-law is no worse than yours, right?"
Suddenly, space rippled above the arena. Two figures erged. The booming laughter belonged to the robust, iron-tower-like man on the left—Lei Ying.
Beside him stood Yan Jin, though the latter’s expression seed sowhat stiff upon hearing Lei Ying’s playful challenge.
Yan Jin’s lips twitched slightly. If only he had a beautiful daughter, he would certainly seek out a talent like Mo Yu or Xiao Yan to join his family. He wouldn’t hesitate to compete in this "son-in-law tournant."
Hearing Lei Ying’s words, Gu Yuan could only shake his head and smile wryly. Lei Ying had always been a battle maniac. Even back in Xiao Xuan’s era, his antics had left everyone exhausted. Now, he had extended his competitiveness to their sons-in-law.
However, Gu Yuan had to admit—Lei Ying had an eye for talent. With Mo Yu, the Lei Clan’s future would surely rival that of the Gu Clan. This was a masterstroke that would ensure the Lei Clan’s continued prominence.
anwhile, Mo Yu, Xiao Yan, Xun’er, and Lei Fei’er exchanged awkward smiles. These elders really had no sha, competing over sons-in-law in front of everyone...
After exchanging pleasantries with Lei Ying and Yan Jin, Gu Yuan suddenly looked up toward the sky, his hands clasped behind his back. His calm voice rang out like thunder, sending chills down the spines of everyone present, including Mo Yu.
"Hun Tiandi... With your status, must you really resort to such stealth?"
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