Zhao Xiaoyao watched the youth staring intently at the two people sparring on the Martial Arts Arena and asked, “Does Junior Brother want to try as well?”
“Huh? Try what?”
“Martial arts sparring, of course.”
Zhao Xiaoyao giggled and said, “If Junior Brother can’t find an opponent, I can act as your opponent. Don’t worry, I’ll suppress my cultivation to the Dao Platform Realm. I won’t bully you.”
“This…”
Mo Huaiyu looked at the enthusiastic Senior Sister before him. Just as he was hesitating whether to refuse, he heard her say:
“If you win, there’s a reward of Spirit Stones.”
“Senior Sister Xiaoyao, I’m the kind of person who loves sparring with others the most!”
Mo Huaiyu spoke immediately, without a hint of hesitation.
The Yuling Sect provided rewards for disciples who engaged in martial arts sparring to encourage mutual improvement.
Of course, winning a private brawl didn’t count; it had to be on the Martial Arts Arena.
As Mo Huaiyu and Zhao Xiaoyao stepped onto the Martial Arts Arena, many people from the surrounding area gathered to watch.
After all, this was the person Senior Sister An had brought today.
Moreover, An Ruoxi had also arrived nearby to watch the duel.
Mo Huaiyu cupped his fists in a salute to Zhao Xiaoyao.
“Well then, Senior Sister Xiaoyao, I won’t hold back!”
He immediately released his spiritual energy.
At the mid-stage of the Dao Platform Realm, his spiritual energy was exceptionally dense.
It was clear his foundation was solid without the slightest bit of instability.
“Junior Brother, please!”
Zhao Xiaoyao suppressed her cultivation to the mid-stage of the Dao Platform Realm as well.
However, in the next instant, the youth’s fist arrived in a flash, the wind from the punch striking her face.
So fast!
Many of the surrounding disciples were astonished by Mo Huaiyu’s speed, exclaiming whether this was even possible for someone in the Dao Platform Realm?!
Zhao Xiaoyao leaped gracefully.
Her feet, clad in short boots, soared high as if lightly touching the surface of water.
Her shapely body was well-proportioned, and her exquisite face shimmered under the sunlight.
She thought this would allow her to distance herself, but the moment she landed, a powerful airwave surged.
Mo Huaiyu approached again at an incredible speed and threw a punch.
Bang!
Even the air made a sound, yet his punch passed through her silhouette.
An afterimage!?
A graceful figure appeared behind Mo Huaiyu.
In the next moment, without a second thought, he swung his arm backward.
Zhao Xiaoyao’s beautiful eyes widened; she hadn’t expected the youth to react so quickly!
With the fist inches away, Zhao Xiaoyao had no time to dodge.
She gritted her teeth and struck out with her palm.
Boom!
A powerful force erupted from Mo Huaiyu’s fist.
Zhao Xiaoyao never anticipated his strength would be so terrifying.
After holding on for only a moment, she was blasted off the Martial Arts Arena by the force.
“This… you’re telling me this is the Dao Platform Realm!?”
“Whether it’s speed or power, it’s enough to rival the Divine Palace Realm.”
“What terrifying strength. No wonder he’s following Senior Sister An.”
The surrounding disciples whispered among themselves.
Zhao Xiaoyao was also filled with disbelief.
Even if she were to lose, it happened far too quickly.
No wonder this Junior Brother became a Core Disciple with only a Dao Platform Realm cultivation; his strength truly was frightening!
An Ruoxi’s eyes also flickered with surprise.
Junior Brother Mo had become stronger again—not just by a little since the last time at the Dao-Asking Convention.
She looked up.
The youth’s slightly small figure stood on the Martial Arts Arena.
His incredibly handsome face was something she never tired of seeing.
His eyes held a faint smile, innocent and clear.
Mo Huaiyu noticed Senior Sister An’s gaze and looked over to see a noble and graceful tall beauty watching him.
For some reason, the idea of testing Junior Brother Mo sprouted in An Ruoxi’s heart.
“I’ll do it.”
Her melodic voice rang out, causing the whispers of the surrounding disciples to stop instantly.
They were all incredulous—was Senior Sister An going to take the stage herself?!
An Ruoxi’s posture was graceful, the curves of her body perfectly showcasing her flawless figure.
With a slight flicker of her silhouette, she appeared on the Martial Arts Arena, facing the youth.
“This…”
Mo Huaiyu was dumbfounded. What did Senior Sister An mean by coming up?
“Senior Sister An, what are you doing?”
“Ever since I saw Junior Brother Mo’s skills last time, I’ve wanted to test them personally.”
Mo Huaiyu gave a bitter laugh.
“Senior Sister An must be joking. With my current strength, how could I possibly defeat you?”
At most, he could trade blows with someone in the Divine Palace Realm, but Senior Sister An’s cultivation far exceeded that.
A fight was impossible.
Even if she suppressed her cultivation to match his, he would still be slightly inferior in terms of physical strength and spiritual energy circulation.
At that moment, Zhao Xiaoyao, standing below, suddenly said to Mo Huaiyu, “Junior Brother, if you beat Senior Sister An, the reward will be very generous.”
In a flash, Mo Huaiyu’s eyes lit up.
Ahem, of course, he wasn’t doing it for the so-called Spirit Stones.
Since Senior Sister An wanted to spar with him, he naturally had to satisfy her request.
After all, she was his fiancée.
“In that case, Senior Sister An, please guide me!”
Then, Mo Huaiyu watched as Senior Sister An clenched her hand, and a transparent longsword condensed from ice crystals appeared in her grasp.
In the blink of an eye, the tall beauty before him vanished.
He marveled secretly; as expected of Senior Sister An, he couldn’t even track this speed.
Rapidly gathering spiritual power in his fist, Mo Huaiyu threw a powered-up punch behind him.
Boom!
The fist and the ice crystal longsword collided.
An Ruoxi was slightly surprised; Junior Brother Mo’s strength really was impressive.
Her lotus-like feet tapped lightly as she twisted her slender waist, changing the direction of her slash.
Her exquisite posture looked like a world-tilting dance.
Mo Huaiyu didn’t dare to be careless, barely dodging the sword.
But in the next instant, a slender, jade-like hand struck his chest with a palm, leaving ice crystals in its wake.
Bang!
An Ruoxi hadn’t used much force with this palm strike, so it wouldn’t injure Mo Huaiyu.
However, the moment her palm hit him, she immediately noticed something was wrong.
Swish. The youth’s figure dissipated.
Her beautiful eyes shifted, and within a single breath, she found him.
“Senior Sister An, shall we continue?”
Mo Huaiyu had barely managed to react.
If he had been a step slower, he really would have been hit by her.
“Of course, continue.”
An Ruoxi’s interest was now fully piqued.
This time, she stopped testing him.
She circulated her spiritual energy and raised her long, fair hand.
Opening her fingers, an ice crystal condensed in her palm.
Despite it being just one crystal, the temperature around them plummeted as it appeared, and frost began to form on the Martial Arts Arena.
With a wave of her jade hand, the ice crystal flew toward Mo Huaiyu.
It seemed light and airy, yet he felt as if he had been locked onto.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Mo Huaiyu’s figure moved rapidly, but he still couldn’t escape the ice crystal.
Seeing he couldn’t get away, he realized he had to use that move.
He stopped his feet and quickly began forming hand seals.
“Yin-Yang Reversal, Yin Wheel!”
In an instant, Mo Huaiyu’s eyes turned one black and one white.
In a daze, An Ruoxi suddenly saw a tall figure appear behind Junior Brother Mo.
The woman wore a black dress, with hair like a waterfall and a cold gaze.
Her figure was lush and full, her curves elegant and lithe. Just from the silhouette of her body, one could tell she was bound to be a peerless beauty!
And yet, this figure left An Ruoxi frozen in place.
For this figure was none other than the Yaotian Empress!