CHAPTER 45: MO TIANYU VS MO ZHIRAN!

"Mo Zhiran, are you... challenging me?"

In the number one ring of the Outer Sect Arena, Mo Tianyu looked at the tall, smiling figure standing before him and asked with a cold glare.

To be honest, he was also quite surprised that Zhiran managed to defeat Wu Zhen and even cripple him ruthlessly.

But just because of that, if Zhiran thought he could also defeat him, he was delusional.

You must know he possessed a very strong master, an unawakened divine Sun Body physique at his disposal, not to mention a heaven-grade cultivation technique.

In fact, Tianyu was already well above everyone, even in front of the inner sect disciples, let alone the outer sect disciples.

It was just that he had been too weak to show most of his talents.

That was why he never cared about anyone, not even Liang Feng or Mo Zhiran. They were not in his league after all.

...

"Damn, Mo Zhiran is really challenging him, and for the first position too."

As Mo Zhiran climbed into the first arena where Tianyu stood, the crowd suddenly grew excited and began to gossip.

Even the top ten disciples stopped where they were, curious to see what would happen.

Although nobody believed Zhiran had what it took to defeat Tianyu, he was still a dark horse in this competition.

Who knew he would pull another unexpected move like that nut breaker kick and defeat him?

"Hey, aren’t they clan brothers? Why are they fighting each other?"

One of the disciples in the crowd could not help but ask. After all, although they were outer sect disciples, their attachment to the Divine Cauldron Sect was not yet strong.

On the surface at least, clan members always showed respect to each other, just like Wu Zhen and Wu Kang. Well, their relationship was not the same as before, but still.

"Idiot. It is a competition with lucrative rewards. What clan brothers? Besides, I heard they are not very close."

Another youngster beside him said with excited eyes, eager to watch a fight. He did not care whether they were clan brothers or blood-related.

’Damn, I hope he breaks his nuts too. That would be wonderful.’

He only wanted to see the world burn; that’s all.

...

’Tch... this guy is so annoying. With his meager strength, does he think he can defeat Mo Tianyu? Dream on!’

In the tenth ring of the Outer Sect Arena, Mei Xuan cursed in a low voice, grinding her teeth.

But, although she claimed Tianyu was unmatched, she could not explain why she felt restless.

Maybe it was because this man had surprised her again and again in such a short time, or maybe it was something else.

Whatever the reason, she hoped Zhiran would be beaten mercilessly by Tianyu.

She was annoyed, completely.

...

"Why do you think I am inside this ring? Of course, I am here to challenge you. The reward is too tempting, don’t you think I have a chance as well?"

Zhiran looked at Mo Tianyu’s condescending gaze and replied lightly with his signature smile.

He did not care what Tianyu thought.

"Tsk... tsk... I didn’t want to say this, but Zhiran, you seem to have forgotten your place just because of a little luck."

"Do you really think you can win against everyone using your filthy tricks?"

Mo Tianyu despised that smile on Zhiran’s face. It resembled his own, the one he used when looking down on others and he hated being on the receiving end.

"Mo Zhiran! You seem to have forgotten what the Clan Leader told us before letting us go."

"Do you think he would be happy to see you stand against me like this?’

’He fed you, raised you even after both your parents were killed, and showed mercy. Yet you dare act like this? Are you throwing away our clan’s na—"

"They were sacrificed for the sake of the clan."

"Hmm?"

Mo Tianyu was about to continue, intending to remind Zhiran of his origin and wake him up, when the atmosphere in the arena suddenly shifted.

The spiritual Qi in the air trembled faintly, as if responding to something. A chilling pressure radiated from Zhiran’s body, making nearby disciples instinctively hold their breath.

Each of them felt something different within that pressure: a murderous intent so thick it felt almost tangible, seeping into their bones and stirring their instincts to flee.

They could not understand how a Qi Condensation cultivator could carry such a terrifying, thick murderous intent.

"They were sacrificed for the sake of the clan. The Clan Leader was not showing mercy. It was what he should do at least."

Zhiran, who had been smiling until now, slowly lost that smile as Tianyu dared to cross the line.

Although he had transmigrated and was not from this world, he still respected the parents in this life.

Besides, they had given their lives to save his previous self during the demonic invasion.

Unfortunately, their sacrifice seemed to have failed, as evidenced by his arrival. But that did not mean anyone could insult his parents.

And mercy?

Heh... Zhiran did not believe his clan had ever shown him mercy.

"Mo Tianyu! I wanted to fight you, believe me, I truly did. But since you dare to cross the line, let us not waste any more time."

Zhiran’s voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet carried a chill that silenced the crowd.

He did not bother with anger or meaningless words. There was no point in scolding, no need for pretense.

He simply chose to end this, to finish the fight once and for all.

Slowly, he drew his middle-rank Yellow Grade sword. Its blade gleamed faintly under the arena lights as he swung it lightly in Tianyu’s direction.

"Tiiing!"

Even though his swing seemed casual, the air rippled violently as a sharp wave of Sword Qi burst forth, stronger, denser, and far more overwhelming than Liang Feng’s.

"How is this possible?"

The faint arc of light emanating from the sword streaked across the stage, slicing through dust and silence alike, carrying a force that made the spectators’ hearts tremble.

"Sword Qi!"

"Damn, Mo Zhiran has Sword Qi?"

The moment Zhiran’s Sword Qi sliced effortlessly through the air, showing sharpness no mortal object could rival, the entire audience stood in shock.

"How is this possible?"

The most shocked was Liang Feng, who looked utterly bewildered.

Unlike others, he immediately sensed that his own Sword Qi was no match once Zhiran’s left his sword. Moreover, he felt a hint of hidden intent suddenly emerge.

It made no sense.

"Mo Tianyu! Let us settle this match the same way you did with Liang Feng."

"We will both unleash our strongest attacks. Whoever’s attack gets crushed must leave this arena. What do you think?"

Lucien asked with a faint smirk and emotionless eyes, his murderous aura seeping out slowly, chilling the air around him.

He was finally serious.

"Good, good. Let’s do that. Zhiran, you really surprised me."

Seeing the change in Mo Zhiran and his Sword Qi for the first time, Tianyu could not deny his shock.

He was so shocked that he felt a twinge of irritation. It was as if someone had emerged who could challenge his light in front of his clan and sect.

Of course, he still did not believe Zhiran was his equal. But this feeling of someone giving their all to match him brought him down. He did not like it.