That is the power of the Heart and Spirit, embodied within the technique.
This is the first time Su Tu, in a fight, has encountered someone capable of such a degree.
It must be said, Mo Lao Da’s strength is indeed terrifying and difficult to handle.
Facing an enemy like this, Su Tu must be cautious, fearing that he might reveal all his cards carelessly and be killed directly.
But now, since the opponent has concealed spiritual means within the technique, this matter has bee manageable.
Previously, Su Tu’s mystique indeed had no attributes to enhance his techniques, but ever since he gained a response from the Hand of Void and the Great Lunar Moon.
He then mastered the traits of the Great Lunar Moon.
"Lunar."
A pale, eerie moonlight slowly emerged on Su Tu’s fist.
At the moment when the moonlight appeared, an almost deathly ’silence’ descended.
All sounds seemed buried, and everyone could only hear their heartbeat, and more terrifyingly...
Even that heartbeat seemed to gradually turn ’silent’ with the appearance of the moonlight.
"His heart and spirit attribute can be added to himself!"
"Tier Three Spirit, this is too exaggerated!! How old is he!!"
"Damn, he’s a prodigy, then what am I!?"
"I thought Mo Lao Da, at twenty-six years old, being Tier Three Spirit was already invincible, and yet there are other masters!"
The students present at the sprint class were really shocked by Su Tu at this moment.
The heart and spirit is the road to the immortals, so many prodigies, so many talents, all struggle on this road, finding it hard to progress.
One Sea of Suffering has buried the dreams of countless Martial Artists.
And Su Tu now, just finished the martial exam, only eighteen years old, already crossed the Sea of Suffering, reached Tier Three Sacred Realm, his heart and spirit talent among the same generation is unheard of.
Mo Lao Da, at twenty-six, enters Tier Three Sacred Realm, already called an unparalleled prodigy, but pared to Su Tu, he’s far from close.
Eight years of time, for ordinary Martial Artists, perhaps nothing changes, but for such prodigies, eight years are enough to change many things.
At this moment, everyone was staring at the two, both techniques and spirits merged, who would be stronger.
Is it Mo Lao Da still suppressing everything, waiting for Li Ziran to return for their duel, or Su Tu rising to the top unbeaten!!
All oute may hinge upon this one move.
The breathing of everyone lightened slightly at this moment.
But... what happened next was beyond anyone’s imagination.
There were no envisaged technique collisions, no burning of blood and moonlight, only the terrifying blood-red knife net before Mo Lao Da began to dissipate into blood gas, and the blood-red saber in his hand vanished.
His expression turned exceedingly excited, the previously sharp eyes turned dazzling bright, akin to a fervent fan seeing their idol.
"Teacher!! Is it you?!"
Mo Lao Da’s excited voice trembled slightly.
This statement came out, everyone present was stunned, even Su Tu paused for a moment, seeing Mo Lao Da clearly without battle intention, the moonlight in his hand also dissipated.
Subsequently, Mo Lao Da seemed to realize something, though his expression was excited, he didn’t speak directly but mouthed a shape.
Hand of Void.
Su Tu recognized the lip shape of Mo Lao Da, they exchanged a glance, and the next moment, their figures suddenly vanished.
Leaving behind confused students.
They pletely couldn’t figure out what the situation was now.
They thought a deathmatch between the old king and the new king was imminent, who knew it would disperse like this??
Moreover, what did Mo Lao Da mean by saying teacher??
Is Su Tu his teacher??
Are you kidding??
Everyone seemed somewhat at a loss, pletely unable to grasp why usually domineering and aggressive Mo Lao Da showed such an expression.
Only a boy wearing a black cat shirt couldn’t help but widen his eyes, like he thought of something, full of incredulity.
"No way..."
"How is that possible..."
However, at this moment nobody noticed his anomaly, they were all excitedly discussing, speculating, this abruptly ceased battle would bee the focus of their discussions for a long time.
And as the center of the topic.
At this moment sitting at a round table, the usually domineering Mo Lao Da nervously watching Su Tu, nowhere the previous arrogant look, clearly like a primary school student.
Su Tu couldn’t help but smack his lips, he was careless, forgot that during the Hand of Void, Mo Lao Da saw the scene where he clashed mystiques with the Magician.
The opponent should have recognized him through the pale moonlight, after all, although many mystiques are related to the moon, the kind of mournful moonlight from the Great Lunar Moon is too distinctive, once seen, hard to forget.
Just that Su Tu didn’t understand, Mo Lao Da previously when parting, proposed to clash mystiques with him.
The situation just now was exactly supposed to satisfy his request, but why did Mo Lao Da dissipate all his means and still call him... teacher?
Regarding this, not to mention those spectators, even Su Tu was pletely confused about what was happening.
"Teacher..."
Mo Lao Da at this moment still showed some excitement.
But as he was about to speak, Su Tu waved to interrupt his words.
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