"Isn't that a powerful move?" Chen Mo was slightly taken aback. He knew that Nalan Yanran had a move called "Extreme Wind - Sunset Radiance," which she had used against Xiao Yan in the novel. Could
it be that the time wasn't right yet, and she hadn't mastered it?
While Chen Mo was still in shock, several azure wind blades appeared before him.
Chen Mo's expression changed slightly, and he quickly raised his spear to fight
back. After several consecutive slashes, he managed to block all the wind blades with great difficulty.
However, Chen Mo was also pushed back several steps by the force of the wind blades.
It wasn't over yet. Just as Chen Mo blocked one, another skill was activated.
"Thousand Winds."
At this moment, Chen Mo realized that Nalan Yanran had used these two fighting techniques as a combo.
Chen Mo was forced to retreat repeatedly, and his fighting spirit robe was crisscrossed by the wind blades.
Just when he thought he could catch his breath, Nalan Yanran, taking advantage of her agility, instantly appeared in front of Chen Mo.
With a clenched fist, pale blue battle aura surged from it, and before Chen Mo could react, it slammed heavily into his chest.
Chen Mo's figure flew backward like a ball being slapped.
Did you think this was the end?
No, it had only just begun.
Nalan Yanran then flashed forward, appearing behind Chen Mo before he even hit the ground.
Another heavy punch.
Chen Mo flew backward again in the opposite direction.
This repeated several times, and just when Nalan Yanran thought Chen Mo was too weak to resist and was about to knock him out of the ring,
Chen Mo grabbed Nalan Yanran's wrist with his left hand.
"Now it's my turn." A slightly comical smile appeared on Chen Mo's swollen face. "The power of the giant elephant."
He clenched his right fist and unleashed a full-force punch.
Just as he was about to strike, seeing the two bulges on her skin, he paused, hesitated briefly, then pulled her wrist to his left side, his fist facing upward, and slammed solidly into her back.
"Phew, I almost destroyed this beautiful sight."
The terrifying power sent Nalan Yanran flying like a kite with a broken string, her delicate body blasted upwards.
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd in the square, Chen Mo gripped his spear, stomped his feet on the ground, and soared into the air. Purple flames rose from the spear, and he brought it down on Nalan Yanran's flower-like body.
Her pale blue battle aura robe instantly disintegrated like foam.
Her body plummeted from mid-air like a shooting star.
"That Chen Mo is too heartless!"
"Senior Sister Nalan is so beautiful, how could he do that?"
"That's too violent!"
Disciples below the stage denounced Chen Mo, as if he had committed some heinous crime.
"It seems I went a bit too far." Just as Chen Mo was agonizing over whether he
had gone too far, Nalan Yanran, who had fallen like a shooting star, mysteriously floated up half a meter from the ground and landed unharmed.
The disciples who had previously protested breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
Nalan Yanran frowned slightly, looking at Chen Mo, whose handsome face was no longer striking, and coldly said, "You held back."
Nalan Yanran was very displeased. She hadn't held back against Chen Mo in their fight, and she didn't want him to hold back against her either.
"This is for my future happiness. How could I not hold back?" Chen Mo thought silently, not answering Nalan Yanran's words.
Instead, he held his spear in one hand, and with the other hand, he beckoned Nalan Yanran with his fingers.
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A blatant provocation.
Seeing this, some disciples who secretly admired Nalan Yanran immediately began to curse.
"That's too damn annoying!"
On the platform, Yun Yun, who had been worried about Chen Mo, felt a surge of urge to beat him up at his obsequious behavior.
Nalan Yanran stared at Chen Mo expressionlessly for a long time before finally making a move.
Her jade-like hand slowly pulled away the green ribbon binding her long, flowing hair, which cascaded down like moonlight, reaching her waist. As
the sun set, her movement, accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset, seemed to herald the end of a battle.
"Senior Sister Nalan, is she going to get serious?" Yun Hai asked, looking at the familiar starting stance.
"Yanran wouldn't be planning to use that move on Chen Mo, would she?" Yun Yun was startled. She had instructed Nalan Yanran on this fighting technique two days ago and even helped her correct its weaknesses.
"So she's going to use her trump card now? That kid may have some talent, but he's far from meeting your standard for using this move." In Gu He's opinion, Nalan Yanran could easily defeat Chen Mo even without using this move.
The surrounding Fa Ma and others, hearing the whispers, looked strange, unsure of what they were talking about.
In the center of the plaza, as her long, flowing hair cascaded down, Nalan Yanran slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them, her long hair moved without wind, dancing in the breeze.
Her body, without any effort to spring, began to levitate.
The energy around her surged as she levitated, and ripples of pale blue light emanated from her body.
Finally, the longsword moved down, pointing diagonally at Chen Mo. At a certain moment, the sword trembled, and the afterglow of the setting sun suddenly converged upon it.
In the blink of an eye, the sword shone brightly, like a blazing red sun.
At this moment, she looked at Chen Mo, her red lips slightly parted: "As you wish."
Indeed, Nalan Yanran interpreted Chen Mo's response as meaning "You're not holding back either."
Therefore, she simply skipped the intermediate moves and unleashed her ultimate attack.
"Extreme Wind, Sunset Radiance!"
Nalan Yanran roared, and the crimson sun energy on her longsword finally erupted, a sword aura capable of incinerating a person descending from the sky towards Chen Mo.
"It's actually the final move of Extreme Wind!" Fa Ma and the others suddenly realized, then exclaimed in shock, "I didn't expect her to have even learned this move."
Mo Li was shocked, feeling the enormous difference in power, and seemed to understand why Nalan Yanran had always been so cold to him. His
resolve grew stronger.
"Gulp." Yun Hai swallowed hard; Chen Mo was in trouble.
Chen Mo stared at the sword aura that covered half the square, his heart filled with shock. Seeing it with his own eyes was far more exciting than anything described in novels.
Could he withstand this onslaught, his last trump card?
There was no other way; for the mission, he had to fight.
Chen Mo gritted his teeth, and a bottle containing the accompanying amethyst source appeared in his hand. He drank it all, and the already surging purple aura around him intensified further.
"Thunderous Elephant!"
Chen Mo roared, converging all his energy into the Netherworld Spear in his hand. When the spear trembled, even Chen Mo himself could barely hold it,
he hurled it at the sword energy above.
"Hoo!"
An ancient colossal elephant appeared on the spear, its body wreathed in purple flames, accompanied by towering thunder. Beneath its feet, it trampled the boundless hell, where demons roared and gods roared.
This move was the very same Hell-Suppressing Power he had almost used that day in the back mountain.
At this moment, Chen Mo had just begun to grasp the essence of it. (