Sixteen contestants have been selected.
Mo Tang glanced at them; even the weakest was a Seven-Star Dou Huang, with two even reaching Nine-Star Dou Huang level. Their apparent cultivation was already comparable to the Four Great Disciples.
Unfortunately, among the Four Disciples, even the slightly less powerful Wang Chen and Tang Ying were already half-step Dou Zong, and Feng Qing'er had successfully broken through to Dou Zong. Among the younger generation, no one could compare to them. Of course,
Mo Tang didn't count.
After all, he was already strong enough to rival the older generation of experts. If it weren't for Lei Zun Zhe's insistence, he wouldn't have wanted to participate in this level of competition.
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The selection of eight out of sixteen was ostensibly based on drawing lots to determine opponents, yet the five members of the Four Directions Pavilion still hadn't met beforehand. Even Mo Tang himself wouldn't believe there wasn't some shady dealing involved
. Although his opponent was slightly stronger this time, Mo Tang still won in one move.
At this point, everyone present could see that although they were all successors of the Four Directions Pavilion, Mo Tang and Feng Qing'er were clearly a cut above the others. Among the other three, Mu Qingluan was even stronger, and Tang Ying, due to the domineering nature of his swordsmanship, was a step above Wang Chen…
Many people present could see this, and the four Venerables at the head of the table were naturally even more aware.
This result made Venerable Huang Quan's heart darken considerably.
He couldn't help it; he had been suppressed by those three old fogies, and he hadn't expected that even in the next generation, he would still be inferior to them… This feeling would probably make anyone unhappy.
The Four Pavilions Tournament's final battle turned into an internal conflict within the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, piquing the interest of many present.
Indeed, among the four regions of Central Continent, their Northern Region was still the strongest!
At this moment, everyone from the Northern Region of Central Continent felt a sense of pride.
"Senior Sister, is there no need for us to compete?"
Mo Tang looked at Feng Qing'er, who was brimming with fighting spirit, with a hint of helplessness on his face.
This woman, doesn't she understand the meaning of concealing her true strength? There are only the two of us left, why are you still so enthusiastic?
"Hmph! Don't think you can get rid of me so easily! Use your full strength, I want to see just how much stronger you really are than me!"
Feng Qing'er's words truly came from her heart.
Before meeting Mo Tang, she had always been confident that she was the number one among the younger generation, the one with the strongest talent and bloodline.
But after meeting Mo Tang, all her pride was completely shattered by this guy...
Shaking his head, Mo Tang said, "Going all out is out of the question, but if Senior Sister is in the mood, we can have some fun..."
"You... Hmph! You dare to underestimate me, see how I teach you a lesson!"
Feng Qing'er was furious at his words and immediately unleashed her ultimate move.
"Wind and Thunder Sacrifice!"
With a roar, the violent wind and thunder battle qi around Feng Qing'er began to surge rapidly, and then formed a huge colorful phoenix image in the sky...
At this moment, Feng Qing'er's battle qi had reached its peak form, and as her hand seals changed, the vast energy contained around her became even more violent.
"Wind Kill Finger!" As the shout fell, the colorful phoenix let out a loud crane's cry .
A powerful and terrifying beam of cyan-silver light quickly formed in its mouth, then rapidly shrank to the size of a palm, shooting out with a whoosh! Seeing that the opponent had
directly used one of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion's strongest killing moves, Mo Tang couldn't help but twitch.
This woman is truly insane!
At the head of the table, Mu Qingluan and the others, who had already been defeated, watched this scene, their bodies covered in goosebumps.
If they were in Mo Tang's position now, they'd probably be seriously injured at the very least.
"She really is a crazy woman, so ruthless to her own people!" Mu Qingluan muttered softly, only to be glared at by her teacher beside her.
There was nothing she could do; everyone present was a Dou Zun. Even if she spoke softly, did they think they couldn't hear her?
Huang Quan Zun Zhe was practically laughing out loud...
"Hehe, you old ghost Lei, you've finally met your match! Look, look, what's the use of having so many talented disciples? Now they're already fighting tooth and nail. Wait until they both grow up, then let's see how you, old ghost Lei, deal with it!"
Lei Zun Zhe frowned. He wasn't worried about his two disciples completely "breaking up" with each other. Although his Feng Lei Pavilion wasn't large, nurturing these two was no problem.
Facing Feng Qing'er's full-force Wind Killing Finger, Mo Tang's eyes narrowed. He didn't use any Dou Techniques, simply throwing a punch...
"Damn! This guy is too arrogant!"
At that moment, everyone's mind was filled with this thought.
Facing the Wind Killing Finger, a high-level Earth-rank technique rumored to be the most lethal fighting skill of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, you actually tried to withstand it with your bare body?
Are you courting death?
This startled Feng Qing'er, and just as she tried to reduce its power, it was too late.
The Wind Killing Finger was too fast; even the user couldn't control it after unleashing it.
As for Mo Tang, his speed was equally impressive.
In the blink of an eye, his fist, enveloped in wind and thunder power, collided with the indestructible finger force.
Surprisingly, the collision didn't produce any loud noise...
The intense beam of light and the azure fist light intertwined, constantly eroding each other. At the point where the light intersected, even the void space itself was cracked with tiny, dark fissures.
"This...this..."
Someone stared at this scene, speechless with astonishment.
Even the usually carefree Venerable Feng couldn't help but straighten up, his gaze fixed intently on the scene.
"This person's strength is definitely not that of a one-star Dou Zong; even ordinary four- or five-star Dou Zongs might not be as strong as him!"
The other three Venerables, after glancing at Thunder Venerable, simultaneously had the same thought.
"This old ghost has really been hiding his strength!"
A young man not yet thirty years old but possessing the combat power of a high-level Dou Zong—becoming a Dou Zun in the future is almost a certainty.
It's possible that the Four Directions Pavilion will be dominated by the Wind and Thunder Pavilion for a long time to come…
Thinking of this, Wind Venerable frowned, while Sword Venerable's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Only Yellow Spring Venerable's already gloomy expression became even more unpredictable, as if he were lost in thought.
After the beams of light in the sky dissipated, Mo Tang's figure slowly descended to the ground.
"Is this alright, our Miss Feng?"
Feng Qing'er opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. Finally, he could only sigh dejectedly and whisper, "I've lost..."
Although he already knew this outcome, the fact that his strongest attack in his normal state had been so easily blocked showed the vast gap between them, a gap he feared he would never be able to bridge in this lifetime. There
was another power outage for most of the day, and I managed to write two chapters. If nothing unexpected happens, the third chapter will be a little late.
(End of Chapter)