In fact, the third match was the one Mu Yun was most worried about.
Mo Yang, at the fourth level of the Body Strengthening Realm, possessed a strength exceeding ten thousand jin, making him virtually invincible among those at the fourth level.
However, his opponent was Diao Ya Yun, a genius from the Diao family!
Diao Ya Yun already possessed a physical strength of fifteen thousand jin at the fifth level of the Qi Condensation Realm, and now, having reached the sixth level, his strength was likely at least twenty thousand jin.
Originally, Mu Yun wanted Mo Hai to go on stage; with a one-level difference, Mo Yang could handle it.
But Diao Ya Dong was clearly desperate and disregarded everything else, sending Diao Ya Yun to the match.
Although he was worried, he still wanted to encourage Mo Yang.
This guy had lost a lot of weight and gotten much darker in just one month; Mu Yun had witnessed Mo Yang's efforts over that month.
The competition had reached its third match, and everyone was no longer viewing this match as a drama, but as something completely serious.
Who could have imagined that Mu Yun's "useless" class could win two consecutive matches? Would a miracle happen in the third match?
No!
This was the thought in most people's minds.
Because in the third match, Mo Yang's opponent was simply too strong.
Diao Ya Yun, sixteen years old, at the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Realm, was strong enough to be a mentor at Bei Yun Academy.
"The third match: Mo Yang from Class 5 of the Elementary Level versus Diao Ya Yun from Class 3 of the Advanced Level. Both sides may use weapons, but they cannot exceed the highest grade of mortal artifacts. Now, the match begins!"
As the referee's voice fell, the martial arts arena erupted in excitement.
At this moment, Qi Ming, who had stepped down from the arena, glanced shyly at Mu Yun and chuckled.
Several students and disciples had gradually gathered around him.
Qi Ming had truly lived up to his name today, making a name for himself.
Being able to forge a high-grade mortal artifact was enough to make him live very comfortably in the entire Bei Yun City.
If they didn't hurry to get close to Qi Ming now, they might not have the chance later when Qi Ming had fully matured.
"Well done!"
Looking at Qi Ming, Mu Yun smiled slightly. "In a few days, I will help your father refine pills. Just wait patiently!"
"Really?"
Hearing Mu Yun's words, Qi Ming couldn't help but tremble.
If his father could stand up again, even if he was completely powerless, he would be incredibly excited.
"You brat, would your master lie to you? Now, watch Mo Yang's match. You must watch this match carefully. If you want to become a powerful weapon refiner, you must also become a powerful martial artist!"
"Yes!"
On the arena, two figures stood.
Diao Ya Yun, dressed in a white robe, his clothes fluttering, a smile on his handsome face.
He was Diao Ya Yun, the genius of the Diao family. Standing here, the outcome of this match was already decided. Below
the stage, envious gazes were cast, and discussions filled Mo Yang's ears. Diao Ya Yun's name was invincible. Diao Ya Yun showed his talent for cultivation at the age of twelve and entered Bei Yun Academy. At the age of fourteen, he had already stepped into the third level of the Yi Jin Realm. At sixteen, he had already reached the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Realm, having perfected his Qi Condensation. Such a level of cultivation was enough to make him the envy of Beiyun City. Moreover, in Beiyun Academy, whenever Diao Yayun displayed his strength, he always challenged opponents of higher levels, winning every single battle . Among the genius students of Beiyun Academy, Diao Yayun ranked tenth. This was only because he was still young; everyone in Beiyun Academy already believed that in two years, Diao Yayun would definitely be the top genius of Beiyun Academy. In comparison, Mo Yang was utterly insignificant. The unknown Mo Yang only had the title of a spoiled brat in Beiyun Academy. After two years in the academy, he was still only at the third level of the Tendon Changing Realm. If he hadn't broken through to the fourth level of the Breath Strengthening Realm in the past month, this battle would have been utterly uninteresting. Even so, Mo Yang still failed to arouse any anticipation this time. Who could expect a spoiled brat who had just entered the fourth level to defeat a genius disciple at the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Realm? "You can choose to concede this battle. I won't make things difficult for you. I think you should understand the gap between us!" "Concede?" Mo Yang laughed. "How could that be?" Mo Yang flicked his nose and snorted, "After a month of instruction from Instructor Mu, defeating you is now as easy as turning my hand!" "Ridiculous!" Hearing Mo Yang's arrogant words, Diao Ya Yun wasn't angry. Instead, her smile widened. Everything didn't need many words to explain; strength was enough. "Azure Wind Moving Cloud Fist!" With a low shout, Mo Yang unexpectedly unleashed a punch. His body was like a pine tree, his fist like a moving cloud. A force weighing over ten thousand pounds crashed down, heading straight for Diao Ya Yun. "Too weak!" Seeing Mo Yang's attack, Diao Ya Yun sneered, extending a single finger with one hand. A casual, light, and soft finger faced Mo Yang directly. This finger could shatter mountains and rivers! This finger could cover the heavens and the earth! *Thud... * A sound of blood splattering rang out, and the next moment, Mo Yang's body, like a broken branch or withered leaf, crashed onto the hard ground. A deep, bloody hole appeared between his hands. Blood gushed out, soaking his clothes. One finger! With a casual flick of Diao Ya Yun's finger, Mo Yang was instantly splattered with blood, lying on the ground, his hands trembling uncontrollably. This was the absolute difference in strength, an irreversible disparity. "Trash, just trash!" Diao Ya Yun said nonchalantly. "On the Heavenly Fortune Continent, everyone's achievements in this life are predetermined from birth. Some are destined to be supporting characters, while others are destined to be trampled upon. Unfortunately, you are one of them!" These words, spoken by anyone else, would be considered arrogant and conceited. But coming from Diao Ya Yun's mouth, they sounded so reasonable, so irrefutable. "Enough with the nonsense!"
In the blink of an eye, Mo Yang stood up from the ground.
The blood on his hands had dried, and the terrifying finger holes had vanished.
Seeing this, Diao Yayun was stunned.
Mo Yang, however, waved his hands, feeling the restored power within them.
He naturally understood why!
Half a month of medicinal baths, almost all day long immersed in the medicinal substances, had accumulated a great deal of medicinal efficacy within his body.
And that efficacy was obtained by Instructor Mu at the cost of nearly 100,000 low-grade spirit stones.
What was the concept of 100,000 low-grade spirit stones? It was enough for
the Mo family's net income for almost half a year.
"Thank you, Instructor Mu!"
Mo Yang silently murmured, and his body moved.
"Primordial Thunder Palm!"
With a low shout, Mo Yang's body soared into the air, a gust of wind rushing towards Diao Yayun between his hands.
He had practiced this palm strike many times, and with it, he had killed many fifth-tier demonic beasts in the Northern Cloud Mountains.
Mo Yang believed that even if this palm strike didn't severely injure Diao Yayun, it would at least catch him off guard.
"Cloud-Dispelling Fist!"
With a low shout, Diao Yayun stood rooted to the spot, his legs firmly planted on the ground.
But his hands moved like clouds, suddenly rising and striking directly at the oncoming Mo Yang.
*Bang!*
A low thud sounded, and in an instant, Mo Yang, who had reached Diao Yayun, had his chest cave in when he was still five meters away, the sound of cracking bones echoing.
External Qi Release!
At the sixth level of the Physical Body Condensation Realm, one could release Qi, but Diao Yayun had defied the odds by reaching a distance of five meters.
This was even more terrifying than a seventh-level Qi Condensation Realm martial artist.
Even
Qi Condensation Realm martial artists couldn't guarantee that after condensing true essence, they could extend their true essence to a distance of five meters outside their body.
Only those who had reached the tenth level of the Spirit Aperture Realm could truly release and control their true essence freely.
With a thud, Mo Yang crashed onto the stage again.
In both encounters with Diao Yayun, Mo Yang had been utterly powerless.
He was sent flying almost instantly.
This time, even with the effects of the medicinal bath Mu Yun had given him, he struggled for over ten times before slowly getting to his feet.
Diao Yayun stood by, not intervening.
He held a deep sense of pride in facing Mo Yang.
"Cough cough..."
Standing up, his face pale, Mo Yang suddenly coughed uncontrollably, blood trickling from his lips and soaking his shirt.
Yet, he stubbornly remained standing.
In truth, the moment Diao Yayun entered the arena, Mo Yang's defeat was already predetermined.
Mu Yun understood this as well.
He just hadn't expected Mo Yang to persist.
Two exchanges were enough to show that he was currently no match for Diao Yayun.
"Trash, still won't admit defeat?"
Seeing Mo Yang stubbornly stand up, Diao Yayun sneered, "Could it be that you still harbor illusions, fantasies that you can win?"
Clang...
But as Diao Yayun finished speaking, only the clanging sound of a green sword responded.
The Azure Sword!
Mo Yang had drawn the Azure Sword!
"Think you can win just by drawing a sword?" Diao Yayun smiled and shook his head. "It seems it's time to let you see reality!"
With that, Diao Yayun's body slightly bent.
His hands, bent like iron hooks, resembled sharp claws, revealing a hint of killing intent.
At the same time, Mo Yang held the Azure Sword in his hand, a cold aura emanating from its blade.
The superior-grade mortal weapon, the Azure Sword, was personally forged by Mu Yun, and it was forged using a method passed down from the Immortal Execution Diagram.
However, its true power would only be revealed in actual combat.
"Soar to the Clouds!"
With a low shout, Mo Yang unleashed the first move of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique, slashing out with a single strike. However, this single strike was like three separate sword techniques, attacking Diao Yayun from three different directions.
*Clang...
Clang...
* Two clangs rang out simultaneously, and Diao Yayun instantly shattered the two sword energies with a wave of her hand.
But suddenly, the direction and speed of the third sword energy abruptly changed, bypassing Diao Yayun's front and heading straight for her side.