MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Beat Him to Death

Chapter 53: Beat Him to Death

The sky was gloomy, the cold wind biting, instantly bringing back the atmosphere of that night when Mo Yifeng lost control, oppressive, impacting the minds of everyone present.

“Yucheng-ge, you’ve been hiding your strength well. The Azure Scale Beast can even summon wind and rain like this.” Mo Yifeng lightly tapped his sword, standing steadily, his voice resounding throughout the entire arena.

Just then, the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment elders arrived one after another, surprised and uncertain, asking if this weather change was caused by the Nascent Soul group.

Shen Yucheng was too lazy to say more to Mo Yifeng, directly commanding the Azure Scale Beast to mobilize the power of the earth. With his control, a thick fog filled the entire arena. In a moment, it was a vast expanse of white, making it almost impossible to see anything beyond ten feet away.

Mo Yifeng raised an eyebrow, his giant sword especially dazzling in the darkness, like a lightning rod in a thunderstorm, a target on the battlefield, bait in a fish pond, left to be slaughtered in the darkness. He chuckled, “Making it like this, you can’t see clearly either, right? What’s the point?”

However, in the next second, a chill suddenly arose behind him, and a giant object suddenly appeared beside him in an instant. Before he could react, a voice sounded in his ear: “Have you forgotten? I’m blind, I don’t need to see things.”

Mo Yifeng quickly drew a small sword from the giant sword, and slashed back, but only hit air, the blade not touching anything real.

“Where are you looking?” Shen Yucheng’s voice came from the completely opposite direction, with a teasing tone that made people’s minds confused, unable to distinguish his true location.

Mo Yifeng restrained his smile, stopped waving his sword randomly, and began to focus on listening to the subtle movements in the thick fog. This scene was familiar, he remembered Jitan Village, the smoke there was exactly the same as it was now.

Smoke? A flash of inspiration in his mind.

“Yucheng-ge, how many tricks do you still have that I don’t know about?” Mo Yifeng grinned, raised his giant sword, his sword energy like a rainbow, waving it casually.

The thick fog dissipated in an instant, and the field returned to clarity.

Shen Yucheng had actually been standing not far away, without moving. He activated 【Illusory】, slowing down Mo Yifeng’s reaction. However, perhaps because of the Dao Companion Contract, Mo Yifeng was not completely bewildered.

The illusion was dispelled, and Shen Yucheng remained calm as usual. Mo Yifeng looked at his face and smiled: “Yucheng-ge, sometimes your expression is really easy to understand.”

Shen Yucheng counted the time silently in his heart, originally thinking that when Mo Yifeng’s great sword came, he would be ready to use the power of Time Reversal at any time. However, the expected sword edge did not fall, Mo Yifeng’s giant sword stopped in mid-air, time seemed to freeze and solidify.

The crowd discussed and speculated about what he wanted to do. Only to see Mo Yifeng softly said: “This move, I have never used it in front of others, this is the first time for you, Yucheng-ge.”

As soon as his voice fell, the scarlet gold giant sword exploded in the air, countless sword rays scattered and shot, spiritual energy surged in the field, Shen Yucheng reflexively raised his hand to cover his face. When he looked up again, he was stunned by the scene in the sky.

The audience outside the field was also in an uproar, everyone’s eyes were attracted to the sky. Countless straight shadows appeared in the air, the sword light like rain, overwhelming and pressing towards the center of the arena.

“This…” someone muttered to himself, full of horror.

“Crazy.” someone said in a low voice.

Fu Lingxuan stood aside, with his hands behind his back, his face still calm, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Li Juemu was even more dumbfounded, staring intently at the sky, his throat was dry, and he couldn’t speak for a moment.

At this time, there were tens of thousands of scarlet gold swords floating in the air, all uniformly pointing at Shen Yucheng in the center of the arena, thousands of swords fired together, the pressure like a mountain pressed down, Shen Yucheng was heavily besieged, with no way to escape.

Li Juemu trembled all over, as a fellow swordsman, he felt the compelling killing intent, shuddering: “This…what kind of move is this?”

On the other side, Shi Wen had already been unable to support himself and collapsed to the ground. He looked at the scene of thousands of swords gathering, almost unable to breathe, and finally understood how big the gap between himself and Mo Yifeng really was.

Fu Lingxuan raised his eyes and calmly analyzed: “This should be the ultimate control of spiritual power. He splits his natal sword into tens of thousands of parts, condensing sword energy into sword shapes. A little carelessness in this delicate operation will cause backlash and lead to serious injuries.

But Shen Yucheng’s Time Reversal ability is indeed tricky, especially in a one-on-one situation, it is almost impossible to break. So, at this moment, Mo Yifeng is making a desperate bet.”

Mo Yifeng put away his usual smile, coldly overlooking the person below, tens of thousands of scarlet gold swords moved in response, like a torrential rain pouring down on Shen Yucheng.

The elders outside the field had solemn expressions. They had already heard of the fame of this genius disciple of the Futian Sect, but it was the first time they had seen him differentiate his sword intent into ten thousand. They were prepared to rescue him before the ten thousand swords pierced Shen Yucheng.

This was the only way, although they were not fully confident in their hearts.

Ten thousand swords directly struck the place where Shen Yucheng was. Spiritual energy surged, and the arena vibrated violently. No one believed that Shen Yucheng could survive such an attack.

After the sword rain, the spiritual light in the field gradually dissipated, and the scarlet gold swords returned to Mo Yifeng’s side, as if heavenly soldiers had descended. He stood there quietly, the pressure still there, a sense of despair arose spontaneously.

There was still some residual smoke on the arena, only the shocking bloodstains in the center could not be ignored. According to this amount of bleeding, this person would either be dead or crippled.

“Is it over?” someone asked in a low voice, their voice trembling.

“Seeing that Shen Yucheng doesn’t even have ashes left, I said long ago, Mo Yifeng is not a kind person, he is ruthless enough to kill even his junior brother.”

“However, Shen Yucheng is not simple either. He is the first person in so many years to force Mo Yifeng to use this kind of move. If it were someone else, they would have surrendered long ago.”

Li Juemu’s throat was dry, staring at the bloodstains on the arena: “Hey…Brother Shen, is he okay?” However, there was no response from behind. It wasn’t that no one was willing to answer, but at this moment, no one knew the answer.

The elders never expected that Mo Yifeng could control tens of thousands of swords with such speed, even they could not rescue anyone from this sword rain.

Mo Yifeng still stared coldly at the ground, with no joy of victory on his face.

……On the contrary, it was like abandoning a precious object.

At this time, a man in white in the audience lightly curled the corner of his mouth. If someone carefully observed, they would find that the audience around him was unusually quiet, sitting neatly, without any vitality.

Unfortunately, everyone was focused on the exciting competition, and no one noticed.

Li Juemu clenched his fists tightly. He gritted his teeth and wanted to rush onto the arena, but a hand pressed on his shoulder, stopping his steps. “Let go of me!” he roared in a low voice.

“What if I let go of you now?” Li Yuan’s strength remained, his tone calm, “Do you have the ability to save Shen Yucheng by rushing up? Or can you defeat Mo Yifeng?” Every word hit Li Juemu’s pain points, making him unable to refute.

“This is the rule of the cultivation world,” Li Yuan’s tone was low, “Those who come to participate in the competition have already signed the life and death contract. Surviving depends on strength, and you can’t blame others if you die.”

Hearing this, Shi Wen, although equally anxious, was also powerless to change the situation in front of him.

Fu Lingxuan just stared quietly at the bloodstains on the ground, his lips tightly closed, without saying a word.

Lingyi was unusually calm, just glaring at Mo Yifeng in the corner of her eye.

The atmosphere in the field was heavy and oppressive, everyone held their breath and waited for Mo Yifeng’s next action. But not to mention action, Mo Yifeng was still standing quietly in the air, even the wind blowing past his sleeves did not cause him the slightest reaction.

The elders had no choice but to step forward to announce the result. “In this competition, due to the unfortunate death of disciple Shen Yucheng, it is now announced that the winner is——”

Before the elder could finish speaking, Mo Yifeng suddenly raised his hand, interrupting the elder’s announcement. Everyone followed his gaze and looked over, only to see that the tattered ground stained red with blood suddenly trembled slightly, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Before people could react, in the next moment, a sword energy like the speed of light instantly shot out from the ground, grazed Mo Yifeng’s cheek, and blood slowly flowed down along the sword wound. Mo Yifeng squinted at the flowing blood, his eyes changed slightly, and in an instant he sensed the huge spiritual power surging from the surface.

Sure enough, a ray of light burst out from the ground without warning, so fast that Mo Yifeng could only rely on his intuition to drive thousands of swords to block it.

Even so, several strands of light still penetrated his defense and deeply pierced his body. The pain instantly spread throughout his body, but he felt weak familiar spiritual power in the light filaments, and for a moment he felt that this pain was not comparable to one-thousandth of the heartache he felt when he stared at the bloodstain just now.

A fierce duel between thousands of light filaments and thousands of sword shadows suddenly unfolded in the air, dazzling, making it impossible to see.

“What’s going on?”

“How could it suddenly become like this?” Everyone was in a panic, not understanding the current situation.

The speed and power of the light filaments were no less than Mo Yifeng’s ten thousand swords, making it unimaginable that the other party was also a first-class genius.

Seeing the appearance of the light filaments, Fu Lingxuan’s eyes sharpened, and he finally understood, muttering: “He was deceived, ‘Golden Thread’ is not a magic weapon.” At least he had never seen a magic weapon with such a high upper limit.

Hearing this, Li Yuan noticed the ‘Golden Thread’ mentioned by the other party, and exclaimed: “This is… Shen Yucheng?”

In the next second, the ground suddenly exploded, and a figure rushed straight out from the ground and hovered in mid-air. Everyone held their breath and concentrated, and finally saw the figure controlling the light filaments clearly. It was Shen Yucheng, who should have been reduced to ashes. His whole body was glowing with dazzling golden light, and his eyes had now turned into dazzling golden pupils, facing Mo Yifeng head-on, without losing the slightest bit.

Mo Yifeng looked at the bloodstains on his lips, and associated them with the bloodstains on the ground, his brows furrowed. “You vomited blood.”

As soon as the words came out, a sharp light filament swept across Mo Yifeng’s arm. Shen Yucheng licked the bloodstains from his lips and said in a low voice: “Senior Brother Mo, you can’t be distracted in a competition, it’s very dangerous.”

Mo Yifeng lowered his head to look at the light filament wounds on his arm, and stared straight into Shen Yucheng’s golden eyes: “Recovered your sight?”

After saying that, Shen Yucheng’s golden pupils flashed, and his figure instantly moved behind Mo Yifeng, whispering in his ear: “Senior Brother Mo’s attack was so ruthless, if I didn’t recover my sight, wouldn’t I die in your hands?”

It was clearly a light and casual remark, but it made Mo Yifeng feel the gnashing of teeth in it.

Mo Yifeng smiled, the two looked at each other, and the tens of thousands of weapons behind them attacked again, launching a new storm in the world again.