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After winning this match, he had entered the top ten, so both the main quest and its additional tasks were considered partially completed. However, the rewards for the main quest would only be available after the year-end competition concluded.
But the reward for that sudden task could be claimed! Upon clicking the "Claim Reward" button, a golden light flashed that only Ling Mo Xie could see, and he leveled up!
Next was the drawing of lots for tomorrow's match order: from the top ten to the top five, then four would compete while one would have a bye, and finally, three would vie for first place! Ling Mo Xie squinted his eyes and glanced at the fearful people around him, feeling a rush of exhilaration! He picked a bamboo stick for tomorrow's match and pulled Zhou Xinyi back to his "farmhouse courtyard."
Ling Jiuyin watched Ling Mo Xie's departing figure with a furrowed brow; tomorrow, the final results of this year's year-end competition would be revealed! The Ling family from Tianfeng City would come to take away the top five. Based on Ling Mo Xie's current performance, there was no doubt his talent would be reported to the head of the Ling family in Tianfeng City, who was also Ling Mo Xie's grandfather!
That night, Ling Jiuyin paced back and forth in the living room with his hands behind his back. Finally, as if making a decision, he went to his study. He took out a firework from a hidden compartment and launched it into the sky! Moments later, a voice that was indistinguishable in gender and origin echoed: "Task order number 1742, please describe the task content!"
Ling Jiuyin showed no surprise and calmly stated, "Assassinate Ling Mo Xie within three days!"
"Ling Mo Xie, direct descendant of the head of the Ling family in Tianfeng City, has shown low talent since childhood with mixed spiritual roots. Recently exhibiting unusual behavior and demonstrating notable talent! Fifty spirit stones!"
"What? Fifty spirit stones? How is he worth fifty spirit stones?" Ling Jiuyin exclaimed in shock.
The voice remained emotionless: "The Ling family in Tianfeng City is one of the three Big Families in Tianfeng City! Ling Siwen is at the mid-stage of Yuan Ying; he is Ling Siwen's grandson, hence this price!"
Ling Jiuyin knew he had no bargaining power with them. Gritting his teeth in pain, he reluctantly took out twenty spirit stones from his storage ring and placed them on the table. "This is a deposit!"
"Task number 1742 has been accepted and cannot be canceled!" As soon as the words fell, the spirit stones on the table vanished, and that voice faded away.
"Ling Mo Xie! You worthless fool; I never expected you would cost me such a high price! Damn it! Ugh~ That took me five whole years to save!" Ling Jiuyin lamented as he pounded his chest in distress.
Early the next morning, Mo Xie and Zhou Xinyi arrived at the training ground again. Today, there were clearly more spectators than participants in the competition. When the members of the Ling family saw Mo Xie approaching, their noisy chatter immediately quieted down. As he walked forward, people instinctively made way for him, even lowering their heads slightly as he passed by, not daring to look at him or speak.
"Am I really that scary?" Mo Xie asked Zhou Xinyi, who was a head shorter than him, with a puzzled expression. Zhou Xinyi rolled her eyes and replied, "Ignore them! They brought this on themselves! Who told them to bully you before? Now that they know you're strong, they deserve it!"
To save time, five matches started simultaneously. Mo Xie was in Arena Three. Zhou Xinyi gave him a thumbs-up and adjusted his clothes, saying, "Good luck!"
"Okay! I'll do my best and aim for first place!" Mo Xie made a playful gesture as if swearing an oath and said seriously.
"Ha! Go beat up those who bullied you!" Zhou Xinyi laughed while covering her mouth. "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Mo Xie responded with a salute reminiscent of his past life.
The surrounding Ling family members sneered and whispered, "He thinks he can get first place! Hmph! Just because he has some skills now, he’s acting all high and mighty!"
"Exactly! How arrogant can he be?"
Mo Xie glanced over at them, and they immediately shut their mouths. The current Mo Xie was no longer the one they used to bully; they were simply upset that the former target of their ridicule had transformed into a genius. They could only grumble under their breath.
With a disdainful look at those few people, Mo Xie smiled at Zhou Xinyi and said, "Alright, I'm going up!" After saying that, he approached the arena and jumped up using one hand as he had done yesterday. The difference today was that no one dared to mock him anymore; even their gazes towards Mo Xie were evasive.
Facing him was a young man dressed in a lake-blue robe embroidered with golden carp, adorned with a jade pendant at his waist. His complexion was slightly yellowish, and his eyes were shadowy; he appeared to be around twenty years old with a cultivation level of the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment.
Seeing that his opponent was Mo Xie, he coldly said, "I'm not some useless trash like Ling Tianlong! Be prepared to be knocked off the stage by me!"
Mo Xie laughed in anger and retorted, "Anyone can talk big! I think you're just as useless as Ling Tianlong!"
"Looking for death!" The young man squeezed out a few words, and Ling Mo Xie could see the endless fury in his eyes. However, he didn't care at all, not even changing his expression. He wiped the pig-killing knife, which reflected a dazzling light under the winter sun, and beckoned to the young man with his finger.
"Ah!!!" The young man swung his long knife downwards! A crack split from the arena straight to Ling Mo Xie's feet!
"Wow! Not bad!" Ling Mo Xie continued to provoke him, but inside he didn't dare to be careless. This arena was made of refined blue stone, known for its sturdiness, often used by wealthy families in small towns to build houses, lasting for ages. The long crack created by the young man's strike was not to be underestimated!
"Whoosh!" A golden silk broadsword was wielded by the young man with great force, charging directly at Ling Mo Xie! Ling Mo Xie's expression turned serious as he used the skill "Chicken Flying Dog Jump" to dodge the young man's slash. Seizing the opportunity, he kicked the young man's backside with the strength of ten layers of foundation!
"Bang!" The young man rolled off the arena and tumbled quite a distance, causing those watching the match to burst into laughter!
Dazed from rolling, the young man finally stood up, shook his head, and realized he had fallen below the arena. Holding his sword in one hand, he shouted loudly, "This! This doesn't count! I wasn't ready yet! You must have ambushed me!"
"Not ready? But I saw you charging at me! I mean, you're just too weak. I only gave you a light kick and you rolled off! Sigh! I understand your fear of being beaten by me! So I won't let you start over!" Ling Mo Xie sighed dramatically, shaking his head.
Finally, he turned to the onlookers and asked, "Right?" "Right!" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The Ling family disciples around him shivered at his gaze; who would dare say otherwise?
The referee then announced at an opportune moment: "The match is over! Ling Mo Xie wins!"
Ling Mo Xie shook his head with a sigh: "Sigh! Truly too weak! Experts are lonely!" "Enough already!" Zhou Xinyi poked him on the head and said playfully.
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