Wang Qi was knocked unconscious, and the victor was naturally Old Mo.
Seeing Wang Qi had not woken up, Daoist Qingshan picked him up and leaped off the arena to tend to his injuries.
The referee immediately announced:
"The winner of this match, Mo Ting."
Old Mo stood in the center of the arena, bowing repeatedly to the crowd, saying, "A small matter, a small matter…"
With Old Mo's victory, Chen Yao was also excitedly clapping, shouting towards the arena, "Senior Brother, you were amazing!"
Although his uncle remained silent, a clear smile was visible on his face as he drank.
At this moment, no one in the entire venue dared to underestimate Mo Ting.
His ability to disable Wang Qi of Longhu Mountain with a single palm was evident.
Most importantly, Old Mo had used Lightning Technique.
Only those with an extreme spiritual root could cultivate Lightning Technique.
Just then, someone finally recalled something.
They began to discuss amongst themselves:
"I remember now, in the test records of the Wudang Sect.
There was a record about an extreme spiritual root, could it be him?"
"Now that you mention it, I really recall it.
It is him, the one with the extreme metal spiritual root.
The one who made all twelve inscribed staffs light up."
"Damn, I was wondering how he dared to challenge Wang Qi, so he's a genius with an extreme spiritual root!"
"..."
Many people whispered to each other, continuously discussing Old Mo.
Old Mo relished the attention, still smiling and bowing.
But at this moment, from the foreign delegation.
A young woman in a white kimono suddenly stood up from the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect of Dongying.
As soon as she stood, the woman performed a perfect somersault and leaped onto the arena.
Her appearance instantly drew everyone's focus.
"Quick, quick, the 'little sun' nation is on stage."
"The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect is the foremost sect in Dongying."
"This woman, just by looking at her, you can tell she's not to be trifled with!"
"..."
The focus of the discussion shifted abruptly.
Old Mo, seeing it was the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, also dropped his smile, his expression returning to its usual calm.
The woman gave Old Mo a faint smile, then spoke:
"Aoi, please enlighten me!"
Dongying Aoi's Chinese was clearly learned recently and was not very good.
Upon hearing this, Old Mo clasped his hands again and said only one word:
"Please!"
Aoi, however, smiled charmingly and uttered a phrase in the island language:
"Mada matte!"
Old Mo, being a chuunibyo who had watched countless Japanese anime, naturally understood the meaning.
It meant, wait a moment, likely "stop."
Seeing this, Old Mo was about to make his move but paused.
Aoi smiled slightly, seeing Old Mo halt, and began to untie the sash around her waist.
Was she going to undress?
Many onlookers watched with suspicion.
But in the next second, Aoi yanked her kimono forcefully.
With a "swish," the kimono was instantly pulled off.
Revealing a stunning black mini-dress outfit, with bare arms and legs, causing many in the audience to stare blankly.
Two daggers were tucked into her thigh.
Then Aoi took out a hair tie, showing it off, implying she would fight after tying her hair.
Old Mo, seeing her prepare, did not take advantage of the situation and rush to attack.
Instead, he waited for her to finish her preparations.
After all, in such a grand occasion.
We Zhongtu Taoists possessed such magnanimity.
However, that woman did not.
Seeing Old Mo lower his guard, Aoi's lips curled into a sinister smile, and she waved her hand towards him.
Three hexagonal throwing stars suddenly flew from her palm.
Good heavens, a sneak attack.
But it was fitting for the character of the islanders.
Old Mo, with his rich combat experience, was naturally unharmed by such a sneak attack.
Old Mo's pupils widened, and he let out a cold snort, quickly dodging.
Aoi, however, formed hand seals and muttered in an alien tongue:
"Maboroshi no shuriken, gen'ei heiyō!" (Illusionary Shuriken, Phantom Body Technique!)
Suddenly, a strange talisman erupted from Aoi's hand.
In the next moment, the throwing stars that Old Mo had dodged surprisingly produced phantom clones.
Moreover, they could curve and fly back, attacking Old Mo again.
This move left many in the audience dumbfounded.
Even Yun Long and Yun Hu, when using their Sun and Moon Twin Wheels, required thin threads for guidance.
Although the methods of cultivation for these Dongying Onmyoji were passed down from our Zhongtu.
After hundreds of years of evolution, their own sect had formed.
Integrating some techniques of Dongying Ninjas, they had developed new arts and spells.
Old Mo, seeing these illusory shuriken flying back densely.
He dared not be careless, drawing a talisman and throwing it towards the illusory shuriken.
He formed seals with one hand, continuously chanting:
"Urgent as the law, break!"
"Bang, bang, bang," talismans were released and detonated one after another.
However, the illusory shuriken, being both real and illusory, were completely unaffected.
In fact, the phantom clones of the shuriken grew more numerous.
The spectators couldn't help but gasp.
If it were them, could they still resist?
Old Mo, seeing the unavoidable illusory shuriken, knew that to catch the thief, one must first catch the king.
Fighting these illusory shuriken was meaningless.
Only by capturing Aoi could this technique be broken.
Old Mo hesitated no longer and lunged towards Aoi.
Aoi was also a tough opponent.
Seeing Old Mo approach, she drew a kunai from her thigh and threw a handful of them:
"Shuriken!"
The pronunciation was roughly like this.
However, her aim was slightly off, and they landed on the ground about a meter from Old Mo's feet.
And she herself, holding another kunai, leaped into the air, stabbing towards Old Mo.
Old Mo remained empty-handed; even though some shared magical artifacts were placed in the corner of the arena, he did not reach for them.
He had his own principles.
He wanted to defeat this Dongying female Onmyoji with his own strength.
"Lightning Technique! Five Thunders Palm!"
Old Mo let out a low roar.
Electric arcs danced.
With a "crackling" explosion, Old Mo struck directly at Aoi with his palm.
But strangely, Aoi did not dodge at all; instead, she moved to meet the attack, allowing Old Mo to hit her.
At the same time, she let out a strange laugh, not showing fear, but rather a mocking expression…