Chapter 44

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Surrounded by swirling dark energy, a whirlwind gradually intensified around him, spinning more and more violently, and a powerful and fierce move was about to be unleashed.

Chen Mo remained calm, his eyes slightly closed, adjusting his breathing. A drop of green liquid seeped out from his sea of consciousness, merging with the Bright Dark Energy, gradually nourishing his injured meridians and internal organs.

"What's wrong with this kid? Is he giving up?" Seeing Chen Mo's state, the audience below began to whisper and discuss.

Chen Xuan's figure flickered, and a lightning-fast whirlwind rushed toward Chen Mo, a tornado that could tear flesh apart, like a bloodthirsty monster, ready to drag anyone in to certain death or injury.

Suddenly, Chen Mo's eyes snapped open.

Facing the overwhelming whirlwind, Chen Mo did not dodge or defend. Instead, he used the willow leaf movement, leaping toward the tornado with its suction force.

"Ah, you're too reckless!" Chen Xuan, seeing his unusual behavior, knew that getting close with his physical body was tantamount to seeking death. Though shocked, he still used all his strength, showing no mercy. Once this move was unleashed, he couldn't control it.

"Ah?" The audience below also opened their mouths in shock, their necks stretched to the limit, wondering why Chen Mo was so aggressive, essentially courting death. Many also showed expressions of sympathy.

"He's really crazy."

"Yeah, he's a madman."

Helian Huowu was shocked by her second brother's actions, her face losing its color, and she was extremely anxious. She knew his character, though quiet, he was stubborn to the core. Even if she risked criticism and jumped onto the stage to save him, it would be too late.

Several elders, seeing this scene, almost simultaneously stood up from their chairs. Given Chen Mo's strength and cultivation with the Vajra Fist, he was at least one of the top three talented youths in the family. If he were to be crippled or die, it would be a great loss.

Unfortunately, the family had its rules. No one could interfere on the grand stage.

Chen Mo grunted, and under the powerful suction of the tornado, he was violently spun around the outer edge before being sucked into the vortex. Instantly, he felt the world go dark, and his limbs ached as if they were being shredded. His meridians felt as if they were being torn apart, but Chen Mo, who had endured many hardships, gritted his teeth and refused to yield.

You can knock me down, but you can't defeat me. Chen Mo, who had faced life and death, had deeply engraved this belief in his heart.

The family's humiliation had not been washed away, and his elder brother's injuries had not been healed. As the pillar of the family, how could he fall?

Though his body was still in the vortex, feeling as if it were being torn apart, he was looking for an opportunity. A chance to deliver a fatal blow.

Vajra Subduing Demons was his ultimate move. But given his current condition, he could only use it once. Failure was not an option.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan's voice roared in his ear.

"Surging Waves!"

In the center of the vortex, Chen Xuan spun at high speed, his palms spread wide, like dancing with the wind and waves, striking the water's surface. A stream of water, though soft, was full of hidden power, aimed directly at Chen Mo's exposed chest, striking with all his might.

In the vortex, every point was within his reach. Jumping in was tantamount to seeking death. Even if Chen Mo had perfected the defense of the Ten Thousand Year Green, he could not withstand this.

Chen Mo had seen the power of Surging Waves before, the move that had sent Chen Bo flying, defeating him.

This was the opportunity.

Suddenly, Chen Mo's eyes blazed with a fierce light, as if his soul had transcended. A roar shook the heavens, and a strange yet powerful move was perfectly executed from his fist, amidst his rapidly spinning body.

"Vajra Subduing Demons!"

Vajra Subduing Demons was a technique Chen Mo had created by combining the拳意 of the Great Wasteland Thunder Path with the moves of the Vajra Fist in the cave. Though the move was still crude, it was exceptionally fierce and powerful. When used, it seemed to make the heavens and earth pale, and demons were reduced to ashes.

Outside, the tornado's airflow obscured the view, so no one could see the state of the people inside. Hearing Chen Mo's roar, everyone was both surprised and curious. Could this young man have unleashed new energy? What made him so resolute and unyielding?

"Slap!" Another crisp and clear sound of a fist and palm colliding pierced through the tornado, echoing through the clouds. Like a bolt of lightning piercing through thick clouds, it struck deep into the earth.

The sound reached everyone's ears, making them shudder, their hearts racing, their expressions frozen, eyes wide open. They stared intently at the tornado, guessing whether Chen Mo had been thrown out, lying on the ground, spitting blood.

Only Helian Huowu closed her eyes tightly, praying in her heart. Her delicate face, tense and anxious, was truly pitiful.

Above the grand stage, dark clouds gathered, and the wind howled. Inside the tornado, after a loud noise, the vortex suddenly stopped. Everyone strained their eyes to find their figures.

"What? This, this, this is impossible?"

"This is impossible!"

Seeing Chen Xuan fly backward, hitting the bronze lion and barely stopping, leaning against it, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

Chen Mo stood in place, lips tightly closed, standing in the center of the stage like a fighting Vajra, unyielding and immovable. No one knew that he was holding back a mouthful of blood.

The power of Vajra Subduing Demons was strong, but Chen Xuan, as a Spirit Master, was also incredibly powerful and difficult to defeat.

For a moment, the entire venue was silent. Everyone's eyes were almost falling out of their sockets. Chen Xuan had clearly had the upper hand, but after Chen Mo used a strange move, the situation was reversed, and he won. This was truly shocking and unbelievable.

"What, what kind of technique is this?" After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Chen Xuan slowly stood up, his face full of surprise. What surprised him even more was that despite having the upper hand, he was hit so badly. It felt as if he had been struck by a massive rock, his body shattered, his internal organs churning.

How could this be? He was already a Spirit Master, how could he be severely injured? How could this be?

Chen Mo was also in bad shape, feeling as if his bones and meridians had been shredded by the tornado, drenched in cold sweat. The excruciating pain from being sucked into the vortex still ravaged his nerves. But compared to Chen Xuan, he still had a bit of strength to stand. The Bright Dark Energy in his body, infused with a drop of green liquid, was continuously repairing his damaged meridians, flesh, and internal organs.

"Thud!"

Chen Xuan fell to the ground, struggling to get up. The violent force from Vajra Subduing Demons had severely injured him, his meridians torn.

The entire venue was silent. No one mocked or ridiculed Chen Mo. A miracle had been born. Who could stand in the center of the stage with such a disparity in strength? Even those with biased hearts, seeing Chen Mo's tenacity and determination, felt a deep respect.

Both were at the end of their strength.

A faint layer of dark energy gathered in Chen Xuan's palm, almost invisible to the naked eye.

Chen Mo's sea of consciousness had almost no Bright Dark Energy left, but he could not afford to lose. Swallowing the blood in his mouth, he slowly clenched his bloodied fist, his eyes red, fixed on Chen Xuan. His resolve was as firm as a thousand-year-old rock, unyielding to wind and thunder.

Seeing the young leader begin to gather dark energy again, and Chen Mo only able to pant heavily, the audience's eyes lit up with excitement. Whoever could deliver a move now would win the match, and the young leader's move was almost ready.

Just as Chen Xuan was about to exert his strength, the layer of dark energy in his palm, like water encountering intense heat, instantly evaporated.

Chen Xuan lowered his head, panting heavily. Though he had no dark energy left, he could see that the other was recovering, while he had exhausted all his strength. Continuing the fight would be meaningless.

Chen Xuan struggled to raise his head, using the last of his strength, and clasped his hands in front of his chest, bowing. "Chen Mo, you win." His words carried a bitter taste.

But he maintained his dignity.

"You win!"

Hearing these words, Chen Mo felt a great relief, like a heavy burden finally lifted. Though he was extremely surprised, he had no strength left to celebrate, almost blacking out, his steps wobbling, but he managed to hold on.

At this moment, the venue was completely silent, no one making a sound, all straining their necks and standing on tiptoe, watching intently.

The stone platform was stained with blood, like a spontaneous blood-colored poem. Two young men with indomitable spirits stood there, their tattered clothes unable to hide their respective charms. One, though defeated, still had a sense of honor, inspiring the young generation of the Chen family with his vigorous spirit. The other created a legend, standing tall and confident, his unyielding spirit deeply etched in everyone's heart.

Chen Mo's demeanor was proud but not arrogant, like a piece of jade finally free from dust, shining brightly, his presence radiant, making him the most brilliant young man on the stone platform.

The turtle Xiao Ba, lying nearby, for the first time not tempted by elixirs, stretched its head out and smiled, its watery eyes gleaming with pride, celebrating for its master.

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