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"Hmph." Ling Mo Xie raised the corners of his mouth and let out a light snort. The soul of a human is far more powerful than that of a beast, but under extreme emotions like intense sorrow or joy, it can cause severe fluctuations. Of course, anger counts as well!
"Big White!" Ling Mo Xie stood still, facing Yuwen Qingyu, and gently patted Big White's head. In his mind, he heard Big White's laughter, and then an invisible energy instantly descended upon Yuwen Qingyu.
Yuwen Qingyu, who had been shouting and emotionally agitated, suddenly froze in place. A look of pain flashed across his brow, yet he lacked the strength to make any unnecessary movements.
Seeing this scene, everyone was once again stunned. This time, they still did not see how Big White attacked. They only noticed that Yuwen Qingyu, who had just been extremely agitated, suddenly quieted down and stood there dazedly, appearing to be in great pain.
Yuwen Qingyu bent over in agony, clutching his head, unable to muster even a whisper of a scream.
"Yuer! Yuer! What have you done to Yuer?" Yuwen Chong shouted excitedly at Ling Mo Xie, nearly ready to take action himself. Ling Siwen smiled and stopped Yuwen Chong, saying, "Old Chong! This is a contest among the younger generation; you shouldn't interfere. Look! Long Lao, Gao Lao, and even the princess are here! Don't embarrass our Skywind City!"
"You!" Yuwen Chong pointed at Ling Siwen, his finger trembling with anger as he struggled to find words.
Ling Mo Xie looked at the motionless Yuwen Qingyu and said helplessly, "Oh? What's wrong? Don't want to admit defeat? I already said that if you admit defeat, I will let you go! You should know that hitting people is tiring!"
Yuwen Qingyu felt a splitting headache and trembled his lips, trying to say the words of surrender. But his voice was too weak, and just as he opened his mouth.
Ling Mo Xie sighed again and said loudly, "Really not going to admit defeat? Although hitting people is tiring, if you insist on this, then I won't hold back my strength!"
Saying this, he rubbed his wrists and took a few steps forward to unleash a flurry of punches and kicks at Yuwen Qingyu. Meanwhile, the Swift Wind Leopard also howled as it charged at Ling Mo Xie, perhaps because it was being controlled by Yuwen Qingyu!
Big White raised its paw equipped with Thunder Tiger Claw and swiped at the Swift Wind Leopard. Although the Swift Wind Leopard excelled in speed, it was also suffering from the torment of the Soul Snatching Tiger and couldn't even touch Big White's figure.
Ling Mo Xie's fists continuously landed on Yuwen Qingyu's body; however, Yuwen Qingyu no longer had the strength to even howl in pain. This contest had completely turned into a one-sided beating!
Dongfang Siyu covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Mo Xie. This guy was really interesting!
Among the crowd of onlookers, a child with red hair and red eyes stared intently at the Arena, his small fists clenched tightly. Brother Mo Xie is so amazing; I want to be that amazing too!
After a flurry of attacks, Big White let out a long howl. Mo Xie knew that Big White's blue bar was about to run out, so he didn’t give Big White any chance to recover. After all, this beating felt so refreshing that he directly threw Yu Wen Qingyu out of the Arena.
Big White's skill could be considered a small bug since it was originally a spell meant to steal souls. When converted into a skill, if it failed to take a person's soul, that soul-stealing power would remain entangled with the target's soul until Big White's spiritual energy was exhausted.
Seeing this, Big White executed a flying kick and sent the Gale Leopard flying as well.
Mo Xie smiled and put Big White back into the pet space. He turned around with a grin and faced the Judging Table. Without asking anyone else, he addressed Yu Wen Cong, who was anxiously standing up and preparing to check on Yu Wen Qingyu: “Grandpa Yu Wen, this match is over. Since you brought these judges here, why don’t you announce the winner?”
Yu Wen Cong froze for a moment, his face looking as if he had eaten a fly. He said, “Let the Princess do it! Only with her noble status can she rightfully announce the winner.”
Mo Xie didn’t press the issue. Seeing the two Yu Wens looking like they had tried to cheat but ended up losing out made him want to laugh.
Dongfang Siyu glanced at Yu Wen Cong and then turned back to Mo Xie with a smile: “I really didn’t expect you to win!”
“Oh? Does the Princess not believe in my strength? What about now?” Mo Xie asked with his usual smile as he looked at Dongfang Siyu.
Dongfang Siyu met Mo Xie's gaze and suddenly felt flustered. She hurriedly said, “Um, in this match, the winner is—Mo Xie!”
At this moment, the onlooking crowd erupted in excitement. Mo Xie had won! At just fifteen years old, at the mid-stage of fasting cultivation, he defeated Yu Wen Qingyu, who was twenty years old and at the initial stage of heart movement!
What does this mean? It means that Mo Xie is even more talented than Yu Wen Qingyu, who was previously known as the top genius of Tianfeng City. From now on, when people mention the first person of the younger generation in Tianfeng City, they will think of Mo Xie!
People shouted the name of Ling Mo Xie, while Yu Wen Qing Yu, who had already fainted, was forgotten in the corner.
In this world, every few years, young masters from major cities across the country gather in the capital for a competition. The city of the winning participant will receive spiritual stone resources awarded by the emperor, which will be distributed to all the citizens!
For the common people, when asked which city they are from, being from the same city as the strongest genius is a matter of pride!
Therefore, for the citizens, Ling Mo Xie, a genius even more impressive than Yu Wen Qing Yu, is certainly worthy of their admiration!
“Ling Mo Xie, I want to recommend you to the Weapon Sect. What do you think?” Dongfang Siyu said with intense eyes as she looked at Ling Mo Xie. She already knew about Ling Mo Xie's auctioning items at the grand auction house. In her eyes, Ling Mo Xie was not only a cultivation genius but also a crafting genius!
Ling Mo Xie was taken aback by this and quickly shook his head, saying, “I’m not interested!”
“No way! Dongfang Siyu, you can’t recommend him to the Weapon Sect!” A voice rang out from the crowd as an old man hurriedly pushed through the throng and ran up. It was none other than Elder Feng.
“Elder Feng?” Dongfang Siyu was surprised and then said unhappily, “Why not?”
Elder Feng grabbed Ling Mo Xie's arm with a helpless expression and said, “Mo Xie is an Alchemy genius! He should come with me to the Azure Emperor Sect instead!”
This scene on the arena made the already buzzing crowd even more lively. Even Ling Siwen, who was sitting at the Judging Table, unconsciously twisted his beard. Little Seven was this sought after? How come he didn’t know?
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