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Ling Mo Xie noticed the puzzled expression on Shangguan Ying'er’s face but did not explain anything. Instead, he smiled at her and began watching the first two matches.
Shangguan Ying'er couldn't make sense of it, so she decided to stop thinking about it and stared blankly at the two competitors on stage.
The first match featured two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators. Such cultivation levels were considered outstanding among the major sects of the Outcloud Nation. If they hadn't encountered opponents of the same realm right away, they would likely have made it into the top thirty without any issues.
However, it seemed that these two were not very lucky; in their first match, one of them would inevitably be eliminated, while the other would suffer significant depletion of spiritual energy and physical strength.
Perhaps feeling unlucky, one of the competitors quickly fell behind during the match. After holding out for a while, he decisively gave up and admitted defeat.
The second match was between two Golden Core Stage cultivators, which lacked excitement.
Soon, it was Ling Mo Xie's turn to compete. Shangguan Ying'er cheerfully said to him, "I can't wait to find out who your opponent is! Do you think he will admit defeat right away, or will you have to beat him up first before he concedes?"
"Haha, admit defeat right away? That's unlikely! But even if he doesn't concede, losing is already a foregone conclusion!" Ling Mo Xie laughed heartily.
At that moment, his opponent, Feng Youlong, confidently stepped onto the stage and appeared slightly impatient as he awaited his competitor.
"Hey? Isn't that..." As a disciple of the Azure Emperor's sect, Shangguan Ying'er recognized Feng Youlong immediately since she was familiar with some influential figures in and around the Outcloud Nation.
"Yes, I can't believe my luck! My first opponent is actually the prince of Feng Qian Nation!" Ling Mo Xie replied with a smile.
"By the way, do you remember when the head of the Feng family was rescued last time? That was orchestrated by the royal family of Feng Qian Nation," Ling Mo Xie turned to ask Shangguan Ying'er.
"What? Hmph! Then you must teach him a lesson!" Shangguan Ying'er initially wanted to advise Ling Mo Xie not to be too harsh on someone from Feng Qian Nation due to their previous invasion of Outcloud Nation but quickly changed her attitude.
What the Feng family did last time truly frightened and angered her. Cultivators grow up in a world filled with bloodshed; who doesn’t have a temper?
"Alright then, just watch closely!" Ling Mo Xie replied casually.
Although Feng Youlong had been supported by various precious resources from the royal family of Feng Qian Nation since childhood, he was still only at the mid-Nascent Soul Stage. Teaching him a lesson would be as easy as bullying a child. Ling Mo Xie didn't take this matter seriously at all.
During the brief conversation between Ling Mo Xie and Shangguan Ying'er, Feng Youlong on stage grew increasingly impatient. Although he did not know who his opponent was, he scanned the crowd and, with a mocking smile, said, "Oh? Has the illustrious and mighty Prince been scared off? Is that why you dare not come up on stage?"
Ling Mo Xie shook his head in disbelief and leaped onto the stage, saying, "I've seen many narcissists in my life, but this is the first time I've encountered someone as self-absorbed as you."
"Is it you?" Feng Youlong frowned as he looked at Ling Mo Xie who had jumped onto the stage, muttering to himself.
However, he quickly laughed again and said, "That's fine; it saves me the trouble of searching for you to teach you a lesson. Today, let everyone see that I, Feng Qian Guo, am not someone like you, a mere clown, who can provoke."
"Is that so? But I’m afraid you won't be able to do that!" Ling Mo Xie replied calmly.
Without waiting for Feng Youlong's response, he threw a Condensation Technique at him.
Feng Youlong had intended to retort but was caught off guard by Ling Mo Xie's sudden attack. He could only shout "Despicable!" before being immobilized.
Ling Mo Xie remained unhurried and smiled as he said, "Despicable? Aren't we here to compete? If I strike first, does that make me despicable? Are you suggesting I should just stand there and let you hit me for it not to be despicable? Sorry, but I'd rather be despicable!"
As he spoke, Ling Mo Xie navigated through his Skill Panel and quickly cast an Ice and Snow Sudden Fall on Feng Youlong.
Naturally, Feng Youlong had no power to resist being immobilized and could only watch helplessly as Ling Mo Xie's spell landed on him.
"Hey, you're quite the gentleman; you're really letting me hit you without fighting back!" Ling Mo Xie sarcastically remarked, fully aware that Feng Youlong was under his control.
"What kind of skill is this? If you have the ability, let me go!" Feng Youlong shouted angrily at Ling Mo Xie despite being immobilized.
At this moment, Ling Mo Xie had already cast several minor skills at Feng Youlong, reducing his Health Points by more than half.
The reason he refrained from using major skills was that he did not want to kill him in front of everyone in the Arena; after all, Feng Qian Guo was a nation comparable to Izumo Kingdom.
"Alright then, what if I let you go?" Ling Mo Xie said with a smile. Of course, he did not intend to release Feng Youlong; rather, the duration of the Condensation Technique had simply expired.
When he said this, everyone thought he had voluntarily released Feng Youlong, unaware that the Binding Technique had a time limit. This immediately astonished all the onlookers; to be able to easily immobilize someone with a spell must at least be of Earth level, right?
Although those people understood in their hearts that Earth-level spells likely did not possess such power, they did not dare to think of Heavenly-level spells. For them, Heavenly-level spells were legendary.
Seeing Ling Mo Xie’s Binding Technique, even the leaders of the three major sects watching from the sidelines narrowed their eyes in surprise.
Of course, the leader of the Divine Martial Sect thought that this person could not be left alive. In contrast, the leaders of the Artifact Sect and Azure Emperor Sect believed that Ling Mo Xie was indeed extraordinary. Such a spell was not even present in their own sects; they could hardly believe that a small family like the Ling family possessed such techniques. It seemed that Ling Mo Xie truly had powerful backing!
Ling Mo Xie was unaware of what these people were thinking; all his focus was on Feng Youlong on the stage.
At this moment, Feng Youlong felt utterly helpless. He initially wanted to teach Ling Mo Xie a lesson, but now all he wanted was for this match to end quickly!
Every time he prepared to cast a spell at Ling Mo Xie, Ling Mo Xie would unleash a spell that interrupted him directly. If he tried to escape, he would find Ling Mo Xie right in front of him. If he wanted to jump off the stage to concede, he would be hit by another spell from Ling Mo Xie and sent back to the center of the stage. If he attempted to speak and concede, as soon as he opened his mouth, another spell would strike him, causing him to cry out in pain.
Feng Youlong's eyes were filled with tears; he was genuinely about to cry from being beaten. It seemed that Ling Mo Xie would become a nightmare for him for life!
As for Ling Mo Xie, he had already reached level one hundred and twenty-three, equivalent to early Distraction phase. Bullying such a "child" in the Nascent Soul stage made him feel somewhat guilty.
But who told him to provoke someone like himself?
Ling Mo Xie was having an easy time, using his skills like bouncing a ball to toss Feng Youlong around. Feng Youlong had almost no power to resist. On the sidelines, Shangguan Ying'er watched closely and giggled, cheering for Ling Mo Xie.
However, it was unclear what Ling Mo Xie had to cheer about since he already had the upper hand—was it just to beat up Feng Youlong more?
The others watching also treated this as an entertaining show rather than a serious competition; there was no tension or excitement typical of a normal match. They looked at Feng Youlong as if he were a joke.
Aside from the physical pain, Feng Youlong felt a burning shame on his face. He had previously made such harsh remarks, but now he had lost all face for the Wind Chaser Kingdom. He wondered how his father would scold him when he returned.
Thinking of this, Feng Youlong looked at Ling Mo Xie with even more hatred in his eyes, which even reflected madness—a gaze that wished he could kill Ling Mo Xie a hundred times over!
Ling Mo Xie naturally sensed it, after all, as a sensitive Cultivator, if he couldn't even feel such strong killing intent and hatred, it would be better for him to wash up and go to sleep; the chaotic Cultivation World was not suitable for him.
However, Ling Mo Xie did not take this to heart. This was the Cultivation World, where everything was determined by strength. No matter how ruthless one was, without power, they were just a nobody, easily bullied. Ling Mo Xie had quickly realized this after crossing over.
Just then, Feng Youlong gritted his teeth as if he had made some kind of resolution. Ignoring the continuous small skills being unleashed by Ling Mo Xie, he roared, "This is your own doing! Today, you humiliated me; even if I die, I will not let you go!"
"Oh? Then how do you plan to not let me go? If you die, how can you not let me go? You’re not thinking of coming back as a ghost to find me, are you? Haha!" Ling Mo Xie replied calmly to Feng Youlong.
In truth, he was also being cautious in his heart. After all, Feng Youlong was the prince of Feng Qian Guo, so he must have some hidden cards. However, given the vast difference in their cultivation levels, Ling Mo Xie thought nothing would happen, so he didn't pay much attention.
The madness in Feng Youlong's eyes intensified. To Ling Mo Xie's astonishment, he actually drew his Longsword and slashed it across his own body.
Is this guy insane? Ling Mo Xie wondered. Could it be that he was driven mad by me? That would truly be a sin.
Feng Youlong moved quickly; before long, he had inflicted numerous bleeding wounds on himself. At this rate, without Ling Mo Xie lifting a finger, he would die from excessive blood loss.
The onlookers below also couldn't comprehend Feng Youlong's actions and speculated whether he had been driven mad by Ling Mo Xie.
"Haha! Haha!" However, at this moment, Feng Youlong no longer cared about what others thought. He burst into laughter, appearing quite pleased, which only deepened the confusion and reinforced the idea that he had indeed gone mad due to Ling Mo Xie's pressure.
At this time, Ling Mo Xie had stopped using skills to attack Feng Youlong. Frowning as he observed the scene before him, he felt something was off; a Cultivator shouldn't be so easily driven mad.
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