Chapter 166: Facing Fear.
"Hey, what's going on again?"
Mo Hui felt a pang of frustration as he gazed at the massive waterspout that obscured the sky and sun before him. It was clearly about to end, yet they were still making it more difficult. While this thousand-meter waterspout was not as powerful as a true typhoon, which could reach tens of thousands of meters, with the combined power of the Wind God and the Sea God, its power was no less than that of a true natural disaster.
Facing an attack of this magnitude, even a Titled Douluo above level ninety-five would be wise to dodge, let alone Mo Hui, a mere Soul Saint at level seventy-eight.
"Bang!"
Mo Hui immediately broke free from the silver rings restraining him, flipping slightly to stand atop the silver pillar.
Looking at the thousand-meter waterspout bearing down on him, Mo Hui's face was solemn. He immediately summoned Pidgeot, and simultaneously, seven soul rings—yellow, purple, black, and red—appeared around Mo Hui's body.
Elsewhere, Poseidon watched the scene, muttering, "Is the seventh spirit ring really a hundred thousand years old?"
Poseidon had expected Mo Hui's seventh spirit ring to be a hundred thousand years old. Although Mo Hui had never displayed it before her, the aura his Spirit form exuded upon his return was far too powerful, unlike that of a ten thousand year old spirit ring.
Atop the silver pillar, Mo Hui and Pidgeot exchanged a glance. Immediately, the seventh spirit ring glowed blood-red, and Mo Hui's and Pidgeot's bodies merged seamlessly, transforming into a mega Pidgeot over ten meters tall.
A flash of white light suddenly lit up from the giant mega Pidgeot's brain, as Mo Hui activated his head spirit bone ability, self-energizing!
Without hesitation, Mo Hui swiftly launched blades of air from his already illuminated first spirit ring, converging into a massive wind blade over seventy feet long, slashing towards the thousand-meter-long waterspout before him.
However, this wasn't the end. A violent storm suddenly erupted around Mo Hui, a manifestation of his fourth spirit ability, Storm!
The storm amplified the power of Spirit abilities, and under its influence, the massive wind blade suddenly grew even larger.
After experiencing the triple amplification of its Spirit incarnation, self-motivation, and the storm, the massive wind blade had now reached its peak, carrying a force that could rip through space as it headed straight for the thousand-meter-long waterspout.
However, although the coalesced wind blade was already immense, even after receiving the storm's amplification, its volume approaching three hundred meters, it still seemed dwarfed by the thousand-meter-high waterspout.
Boom—
Instantly, the nearly three hundred-meter-long cyan wind blade slashed directly into the thousand-meter-long waterspout. The aftermath of the clash transformed into rain and storm, causing the surrounding sea to surge even more violently.
"What a powerful move!"
Poseidon's eyes flashed with shock at this sight. She had never witnessed Mo Hui's full-strength attack before. While she knew Mo Hui's true strength was formidable, she had no idea just how powerful it truly was.
Now, after witnessing Mo Hui's full-strength attack, Poseidon realized that even though she had greatly overestimated him, she had still underestimated him.
The power of Mo Hui's attack was so overwhelming that even a Level 99 Ultimate Douluo like her would struggle to withstand it. A single mistake could easily lead to a fatal blow.
Thinking of this, Poseidon couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Lord Seagod, your choice is correct. He truly deserves the favor of two gods."
Although Mo Hui had proven himself time and again, Poseidon harbored a deep fear: Mo Hui wasn't Lord Seagod's only one. Her Lord Seagod was even a latecomer, shamelessly forcing his way into the throne.
Yes, Mo Hui was indeed exceptional, perhaps unmatched in the entire Douluo Continent. But after all, the Seagod was a supreme deity.
The Lord God is looking for a successor, which is the successor's good fortune. The gods have endless lifespans and have witnessed countless geniuses over the long river of time. Even if Mo Hui is excellent, is it necessary to insist on him, or even put down face and compete with other gods for the position?
But now that Mo Hui has demonstrated his strength, Poseidon's thoughts have changed.
In terms of talent, Mo Hui had already reached level 78 before the age of eighteen and possessed a 100,000-year spirit ring.
In terms of talent, Mo Hui had already created numerous original Spirit skills at such a young age, even creating two powerful ones in less than a month under her watchful eye.
In terms of strength, Mo Hui was now capable of confronting Super Douluo above level ninety-five, and that was even with his current Soul Sage level.
It's hard to say if such talent, such ability, and such strength are unprecedented, given the example of Lord Poseidon, but it's highly likely that no one will ever surpass them.
If that were the case, Lord Poseidon's actions were understandable; after all, no one wanted their heir to be inferior.
"But..."
Poseidon suddenly changed the subject, looking at the giant bird-like figure within the Raging Waves. "The two gods' favor is both a blessing and a danger. Can you safely survive their test?"
Within the Raging Waves, Mo Hui focused his cutting wind wheel as he watched the clash of wind blades and waterspouts before him.
He had already used every available means to counter the massive wind blade. If he couldn't even counter this one move, then he had no chance of victory in this clash.
However, what happened next left Mo Hui's jaw dropping. He saw that the 300-meter wind blade he had fired, after a brief stalemate with the 1,000-meter waterspout, was slowly eroded, transformed into pure wind energy, which was absorbed by the waterspout.
The absorption of Mo Hui's massive wind blade even increased the waterspout's power, from 1,000 meters to 1,100 meters.
"Alien wind energy!"
Seeing this, Mo Hui gritted his teeth in anger.
Damn it! You've put a restriction on me, prohibiting the use of Delta Airflow, and yet you're using alien wind energy to immunize me. Wind God, you deserve to die!
Then, Mo Hui sighed and relinquished the cutting wind wheel in his hand.
In this situation, any wind-attribute attack would simply add energy to the opponent, making their attack even more ferocious. It was pointless.
Reaching a desperate situation, Mo Hui calmed down. A question occurred to him: Would the two gods really set an impossible test?
The answer was no, but if not, what was his chance of survival?
As the waterspout drew closer and closer to Mo Hui, the situation became increasingly urgent.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Mo Hui, as if he understood something.
The best way to face fear is to face it head-on!
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