Xiao Qixiu raised his right hand high, signaling that the two could get ready.
Xu Xiaoshou calmly handed back the small bronze censer and then put a significant distance between himself and his opponent.
"Aren't you a close-combat fighter?" Mo Mo was puzzled, watching Xu Xiaoshou retreat to the edge of the arena. "I'm also a close-combat fighter," she said, pointing to herself, indicating that they could engage in close quarters.
Xu Xiaoshou chuckled. Close-combat? What a joke! He took out his scabbard, inserted "Cangku" into it, then thought for a moment and pulled it back out. "Actually, I'm a swordsman."
Mo Mo was speechless.
"You're a Xiantian realm expert, and so strong. How about you let me attack a few times first?" Xu Xiaoshou shamelessly suggested.
The audience rolled their eyes. "Look at him, is he even talking like a human?" they wondered. "Doesn't he have any shame?" Unexpectedly, Mo Mo nodded. "Alright."
"Hehe, thank you!" Xu Xiaoshou paused. "Let's maintain our distance!"
Xiao Qixiu couldn't stand it anymore. Xu Xiaoshou was truly pushing his luck! With a wave of his hand, he declared, "The match begins!"
Mo Mo extended her hand, indicating for Xu Xiaoshou to attack first.
Xu Xiaoshou was surprised. He thought Mo Mo was just joking... She was a woman of her word; she was a good person! He had to teach her a lesson and show her that in this world, good people don't last long.
Xu Xiaoshou closed his eyes. The serene white cloud artistic conception emerged, and the wind and sand on the arena floor seemed to slow down.
"Net Sword Style!" With a single stroke of his sword, he executed it with utmost concentration. This was the improved "Net Sword Style." The sword lights no longer formed a two-dimensional net but were staggered front and back, creating a three-dimensional sword-light passage. Even if one possessed Chao Qingteng's shapeshifting technique, as long as they couldn't instantly appear behind Xu Xiaoshou, they would undoubtedly be critically struck by the sword net!
Mo Mo calmly inhaled from the bronze censer with its sandalwood scent, showing no fear. She slowly extended her left hand, and instantly countless afterimages flickered into existence. *Clang clang clang!* A very peculiar, crisp sound. Every time her left hand struck a sword light, that sword light vanished. Hundreds of sword lights, both front and back, were all intercepted by her!
Xu Xiaoshou felt an exasperating ache. "What the hell... This is anti-human!" he thought. "Could she also have 'Light of Sharpness'?" He could tell that what Mo Mo was using was merely a common spiritual technique from the Outer Court, called "Spirit Interception Hand." But who could cultivate "Spirit Interception Hand" to such a degree? Her hand speed was so fast it created afterimages, and she was catching sword lights with her bare hands? This spiritual technique was meant for close-quarters combat, for crying out loud!
"My turn!" Mo Mo's calf muscles tensed, and she charged forward.
Xu Xiaoshou inwardly gasped in horror. A sealing art! He didn't want to exchange blows with this person! Several streaks of sword light shot out, but they couldn't stop Mo Mo's advance, and she quickly closed the distance. He absolutely couldn't let her touch his body!
Xu Xiaoshou fully activated his "Perception," engaging in close-quarters combat with "Cangku," unleashing close-combat sword techniques that had been deeply hidden in his mind and never before used.
*Clang clang clang!* It was still that peculiar sound. With every palm strike from Mo Mo, Xu Xiaoshou felt "Cangku" weaken slightly. After more than ten consecutive sword exchanges, he even felt "Cangku" choking.
Damn it! Xu Xiaoshou's face was filled with distress. If this continued, his sword would be rendered useless!
"Close-combat it is then, I'll humor you!" He put "Cangku" back into his ring, feinted to dodge an incoming punch, then clamped down with his backhand and delivered a punch straight to Mo Mo's chest.
*Bang!* Mo Mo, with her extensive combat experience, instantly used her right hand holding the bronze censer to block her chest. Even so, she was still sent flying more than ten zhang by the terrifying Xiantian physical body.
"He succeeded!" The audience abruptly stood up, their expressions ecstatic! It was the first time they had seen anyone win a punch exchange against Mo Mo. More importantly, Xu Xiaoshou had forced her to use her right hand!
"As expected of a Xiantian physical body, go Xu Xiaoshou!" "Press the advantage, win the championship in one fell swoop!" "No, wait, look, Xu Xiaoshou's expression seems terrible..."
The two stood facing each other in the arena, unexpectedly separating for a moment. Xu Xiaoshou clutched his fist, sporting a constipated expression.
It really was a "sealing art"... He had only been touched, and she hadn't even attacked him directly. Yet, after that punch, Xu Xiaoshou could already sense that a significant portion of his spiritual power had been sealed. If that were all, it would be fine, but he soon discovered... his physical strength was also sealed! Even his "Light of Sharpness" could no longer gather at his fist!
Xu Xiaoshou started to panic. This was just one punch! If he exchanged hundreds or thousands of punches with her, like with his usual opponents... he'd be sealed into a giant baby, powerless?
"This is too terrifying. How can there be such an evil Xiantian attribute power?" Xu Xiaoshou's heart trembled secretly.
Mo Mo held her right fist with her left hand, bowing her head slightly. The cut on it, torn open by the "Light of Sharpness," was healing at an incredibly fast pace. If Xu Xiaoshou had seen this, he would have marveled at a fellow practitioner and even thought this person's recovery ability was higher than his own. But he was currently consumed by self-induced fear, too intimidated to choose to attack.
"Looks like I'll have to use my sword after all..." Xu Xiaoshou looked into his mind. It was only the first round of the fight, and he was already thinking of "cheating" to upgrade. Passive points: 28766.
He drew Cangku again. Sword intent surged, and the entire arena began to tremble.
"Swordsmanship Mastery (Post-natal Lv.9)." "Swordsmanship Mastery (Post-natal Lv.10)." A vast amount of knowledge flooded his mind, and Xu Xiaoshou felt as if he could slay gods and destroy the earth. However, after searching around, he couldn't find a way to break this stalemate.
"Sigh..." Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath, sheathed "Cangku," but kept his hand on the hilt. He looked at Mo Mo, who had also regained her composure, his expression solemn.
"You're very strong!"
"You too," Mo Mo chuckled.
"Praised, Passive Points +1."
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes narrowed. "I'm getting serious!"
"Likewise."
"Hmph," Xu Xiaoshou exhaled lightly.
"Swordsmanship Mastery (Xiantian Lv.1)!"
...The audience watched the two stop again, seemingly "flirting" on stage, and grew impatient.
However, the next second, the Izumo Platform, capable of holding tens of thousands of people, suddenly trembled violently, shaking the ground.
"What's happening?" "An earthquake?!" The audience panicked, their faces drained of color. Xiao Qixiu also looked bewildered. Just as he was about to speak to reassure everyone, the sword on his back flew out with a whoosh.
Xiao Qixiu: ???
Not only him, but nearly two thousand people in the audience who wore swords found their weapons humming, automatically unsheathing, and floating in the air.
*Clang clang clang—* Under the vast sky, over a thousand swords vibrated intensely, their clanging resonance almost tearing eardrums.
"This is..." Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief as they simultaneously looked at the elegant young man on the stage. The young man's right hand rested on his sword hilt, his waist slightly bent, his gaze still fixed on his opponent.
Upon seeing this, Mo Mo inwardly thought, "This is not good," and lunged forward like a tiger descending a mountain.
*Whoosh—* Just then, a terrifying surge of sword energy erupted from Xu Xiaoshou, instantly pushing her back. The heaven-piercing sword intent rose with the clouds. With a cracking sound, the barrier instantly shattered. The visible white sword intent pierced through the void and ascended straight to the heavens.
Thousands of spiritual swords were carried by the sword intent, forming a torrent of blades that circled Xu Xiaoshou in the air, finally bursting open like fireworks. With a booming sound, the swords scattered, falling from the heavens and returning to their owners.
"My goodness!" "Xiantian Sword Intent?!" Xiao Qixiu's face was flushed, but a chill ran through his body. He looked at the young man, whose sword intent was soaring on the arena, his face filled with disbelief, yet he had no choice but to believe.
In the arena, Mo Mo's forward momentum was overturned, and the sword intent tore at her, leaving her covered in blood. But she completely ignored her injuries, her gaze fixed intently on Xu Xiaoshou.
"Xiantian Sword Intent???"
Xu Xiaoshou felt the terrifying power of the artistic conception, his hand almost instinctively reaching to sheathe his sword. He pondered for a moment, then gently nodded. "I guess so."
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