MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 40

Chapter 40 See You in the Finals

Mo Yifeng smiled and stepped onto the stage, his steps steady as flowing clouds and water. The surrounding spectator stands were packed, and the audience’s enthusiastic cheers surged like a tidal wave, deafening. The first official match of this year’s Immortal Sect Competition had begun.

Most of the cheers were for Mo Yifeng, and the rest were for the tall man, but more voices were teasing, saying they had already prepared the medical cultivator and let him enter the stage at will.

His popularity was extraordinarily high.

Shen Yucheng watched Mo Yifeng on the stage, unable to stop himself from being moved. He suddenly realized that although he had heard countless rumors about Mo Yifeng, he had never personally witnessed his heroic figure in a competition.

He inexplicably wanted to see how he looked in a duel.

“Is Yu Quanyuan challenging Mo Yifeng again this year?” Someone in the audience discussed with a smile, as if this duel had become an annual event.

“How many years has it been? He loses to Mo Yifeng every year, and he’s still not giving up.”

“Let’s open the betting! I bet he’ll last at most a quarter of an hour this year, no more.”

“Hey, don’t underestimate Yu Quan. He’s a Nascent Soul with dual spiritual roots. He’s probably the only one on this continent who can break through to Nascent Soul with dual spiritual roots.”

The surrounding discussions rose and fell, and Shen Yucheng listened intently, concentrating on the past evaluations of the two. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from his ear: “Curious?”

He suddenly turned his head and found that the person was Shi Wen. He was standing next to him, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Shen Yucheng was slightly stunned, not expecting Shi Wen to take the initiative to talk to him, and was a little surprised: “What do you mean by that?”

“Didn’t you just come to the Lingfeng Sect not long ago? You must have never seen Mo Yifeng’s glory in the Immortal Sect Competition in previous years, so I guess you must be very curious.” Shi Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Yucheng: “”

Although he didn’t like Shi Wen’s sarcastic attitude, he had to admit that Shi Wen was right. He was indeed very curious about Mo Yifeng’s strength.

Shi Wen glanced at Shen Yucheng’s expression and sneered: “Hmph, then watch carefully—after today, you will understand that Mo Yifeng is someone you can never reach.”

At this moment, Mo Yifeng had already stepped onto the arena, accompanied by the cheers of the audience, shaking the world.

The scorching sun was in the sky, like a spotlight on the stage, shining on him, dazzling. Shen Yucheng stared intently at this scene, and suddenly a feeling that was hard to express welled up in his heart. He and Mo Yifeng were together day and night, but at this moment, the distance between them was so far away.

Shi Wen looked at Shen Yucheng’s slightly frowned eyebrows, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yu Quan, who was on the stage, looked at Mo Yifeng walking over, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: “This year, I will definitely beat you to the ground and make you beg for mercy.”

Mo Yifeng glanced at the other party indifferently, looked him up and down, and then gently clenched his fist and placed it next to his chin, thoughtfully saying: “It shouldn’t be… It’s been a year, why hasn’t your appearance been strengthened at all? Da Zhuang.”

When Yu Quan heard this, his face stiffened, as if he couldn’t believe what he had heard: “Da… Da Zhuang?”

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Da Zhuang?” Mo Yifeng’s tone was natural, as if he didn’t realize that he had said something shocking.

The audience burst into laughter. After many years of competition, Yu Quan only got the title of “Da Zhuang” in Mo Yifeng’s heart.

“Come on, Da Zhuang!” The crowd shouted, their voices rising and falling.

Yu Quan suppressed his anger, his mouth twitched, and he said with a forced smile: “In short, I must defeat you this year! I will make you remember my name forever!”

Mo Yifeng nodded slightly and said softly: “I also think this is the most effective way.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the horn sounded through the clouds, and the competition officially began!

Above the Nascent Soul stage, a semi-circular barrier made of boulders instantly appeared, locking the two firmly inside.

In the distance, the Qi Refining cultivators were all shocked. Li Juemu and Shi Wen looked up at the stone ball that appeared out of nowhere, dumbfounded. “Are they… really competing?”

Shen Yucheng’s heart skipped a beat, looking at the huge stone barrier, feeling the majestic spiritual power contained within. He couldn’t help but marvel at this kind of spiritual power application…

Is this the Nascent Soul…

Shi Wen glanced at Shen Yucheng, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: “This is just the basic operation of the Nascent Soul, their real strength is yet to be seen.”

On the stage, Mo Yifeng stood still, feeling the strong spiritual field around him, his heart beating faster, and every inch of his skin was trembling slightly.

Logically speaking, the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the Monk’s rejection of external spiritual power, but Mo Yifeng only felt his blood boiling. His hands couldn’t stop shaking, his eyes flashing with excitement. He looked at Yu Quan opposite him and couldn’t help but laugh.

This smile made Yu Quan’s heart suddenly tighten, and all the hairs on his body stood on end. The boulder barrier he designed should have put Mo Yifeng in a predicament of spiritual discomfort, but why could he still laugh so easily?!

“Damn it…” Yu Quan gritted his teeth, his fear of Mo Yifeng deepened. This person is simply a monster.

Mo Yifeng gently stroked the boulder barrier on the stage, a hint of morbid satisfaction in his expression: “This thing… is a little better than last year.”

“But,” however, before he finished speaking, Mo Yifeng’s figure disappeared in an instant!

“!!!” Yu Quan’s eyes suddenly shrank, looking around.

His semi-stone ball design should have prevented his opponent from escaping his spiritual perception range, but he couldn’t find Mo Yifeng’s whereabouts no matter what. He anxiously scanned around, but only heard Mo Yifeng’s voice echoing around him. The voice was close at hand, but he couldn’t catch it or see it.

“The idea is good, but it’s too crude.”

Yu Quan suddenly turned his head, but still couldn’t see anyone.

“This kind of small nest can only trap those early stage Golden Core cultivators.”

Mo Yifeng’s voice was erratic, coming from all directions at the same time, making Yu Quan at a loss. The Monks under the stage gasped, Mo Yifeng’s speed was too fast to be captured.

Shen Yucheng stared intently at this lightning-fast duel, every movement of Mo Yifeng was firmly remembered in his heart. He even felt that Mo Yifeng’s occasional glance towards him seemed to be deliberately showing him.

Seeing Shen Yucheng’s solemn expression, Shi Wen sneered again: “It’s normal that you can’t see Mo Yifeng’s movements clearly. Only those with the same cultivation level can barely keep up with his speed. Unfortunately, on this continent, there are very few people who can compare with Mo Yifeng.”

Shen Yucheng still didn’t respond, his eyes always locked on Mo Yifeng on the stage.

At this moment, Mo Yifeng’s voice suddenly stopped, and then, a deafening roar of “crack——” came from the stage. The semi-spherical barrier made of boulders instantly shattered, turning into a sky full of gravel, flying in all directions. The elders watching the battle immediately opened the protective barrier, surrounding the audience to prevent the gravel from hurting the innocent.

Gravel fell like rain, Yu Quan and Mo Yifeng faced each other with swords. Yu Quan swung his fists like thunder, his heavy punches hitting directly, while Mo Yifeng’s figure was agile, as light as a swallow.

“Is it already two quarters of an hour? Yu Quan actually lasted so long this time?” Someone under the stage murmured in surprise.

“No… can’t you see? Mo Yifeng didn’t use his full strength at all.” Someone observed carefully and said in a low voice.

Everyone then realized that although the two people on the stage seemed to be fighting fiercely, Mo Yifeng’s breathing was still steady and his movements were effortless. On the other hand, the stone tools transformed by Yu Quan were getting smaller and smaller, and even the spiritual power to support the weapons was beginning to be exhausted.

He was already at the end of his rope.

Mo Yifeng seemed to be playing with his opponent, every dodge was effortless, like teasing a prey that had no power to resist.

He was like a poisonous butterfly, dancing lightly, every fall could be fatal.

Shen Yucheng silently watched everything that happened on the stage, his heart trembling violently with Mo Yifeng’s last fatal blow.

“So strong…” He murmured involuntarily.

Shi Wen, who was standing next to him, thought that Shen Yucheng had finally recognized reality, and showed a mocking smile: “I told you before, Mo Yifeng’s existence is not something that someone like you can reach…”

However, his words didn’t seem to enter Shen Yucheng’s ears. Shen Yucheng’s eyes were always locked on Mo Yifeng on the stage, as if the entire world was isolated outside.

“Hey, are you listening?” Shi Wen frowned.

At this time, the dust on the stage had settled. Yu Quan fell to the ground, covered in wounds; while Mo Yifeng shook his sword into its scabbard, standing against the light, his figure appearing particularly tall under the sunlight.

At this moment, Shen Yucheng suddenly spoke, his voice low and with a hint of inexplicable emotion: “Do you know… what was the most interesting thing in the slums before?”

Shi Wen was stunned by these sudden words, and then sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: “What’s fun about that kind of place…”

Shen Yucheng’s eyes still hadn’t left Mo Yifeng on the stage, a flash of cold light flashed in his eyes: “Of course there is. The most exciting game is to rob those who are rich, leaving them with nothing.”

His voice was cold, like an invisible dagger, cutting through the surrounding air: “The harder it is to rob, the more interesting it is.”

Shi Wen was stunned, staring at Shen Yucheng’s face, feeling uneasy for the first time. He vaguely felt that Shen Yucheng, who was standing in front of him at this moment, seemed to be completely different from the silent person just now.

And in the shadows in the distance, a figure wearing a black robe quietly watched Shen Yucheng, a dark light flashing in his eyes.

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After the match, Mo Yifeng walked off the stage easily, the surrounding hustle and bustle still hadn’t stopped. He went straight to Shen Yucheng’s direction, but when he got closer, he saw a figure that made him quite displeased—Shi Wen.

Seeing Shi Wen standing next to Shen Yucheng, Mo Yifeng frowned slightly, his tone impatient: “What are you doing here?”

Shi Wen quickly waved his hand: “I didn’t do anything!”

However, Mo Yifeng didn’t believe him, and was about to step forward and forcibly drive Shi Wen away, but at this moment, he suddenly felt someone gently tugging at the corner of his clothes. He looked down and saw that Shen Yucheng was looking at him without blinking, his expression a little strange.

“Yucheng ge?”

Shen Yucheng was expressionless, only his eyes revealed an undeniable determination. He opened his mouth gently, his voice not loud, but it made Mo Yifeng’s heart tremble: “Mo Yifeng, see you in the finals.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yucheng turned and left, Mo Yifeng stood there, watching his departing back, the breeze blowing, lifting the corner of his clothes that he had grabbed, fluttering in the wind.

Mo Yifeng opened his mouth, his throat slightly dry, his gaze still fixed on Shen Yucheng’s back, unable to move away for a long time.

Those words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his heart, like a person starving in the desert, suddenly seeing a map leading to an oasis.

He lowered his head and pressed down on his wildly beating chest.

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The roulette wheel in the air slowly rotated, and finally stopped, projecting golden words——

[Nascent Soul Group First Match: Mo Yifeng Wins]

The roulette wheel rotated again.

[Next Match, Li Yuan]