The sword energy, under Diao Yayun's control, also changed direction, its target being Mo Yang.
Seeing the sword energy rushing towards him, Mo Yang knew there was no way to dodge.
He also understood that if he tried to withstand it head-on, the battle would likely end.
"There's no other way..."
he murmured, and Mo Yang leaped into the air.
"Azure Cloud Sunset!"
The third move of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique, Azure Cloud Sunset.
First fall to the sky, second to the ground, third to the heavens!
One move divided into three, three swords swung out simultaneously.
Clang clang clang...
Three moves in quick succession, powerful sword energy like falling meteors, rushing forward.
Such a powerful impact shattered the dense sword energy, strands of it changing direction and flying towards the perimeter of the arena.
Swish swish...
Two figures flew out, standing on either side of the arena, dissipating the remaining sword energy with a single wave.
Meanwhile, Diao Yayun took another step forward, and the endless sword energy once again flew out into the air, heading straight for Mo Yang.
"Let's see how many of my sword energies you can block!"
Diao Yayun sneered, and his azure-patterned longsword spun again, its sword energy crisscrossing, unstoppable.
Crack...
At the same time, on the other side, Mo Yang swung his longsword, constantly blocking Diao Yayun's sword energy, but there were simply too many of them.
For a moment, even if Mo Yang used Azure Cloud Sunset again, he couldn't completely block it.
"Trash!"
Suddenly, a shout rang out, Diao Yayun stepped onto the arena, the ground cracking open, and his figure floated up like a swallow, his longsword thrusting straight towards Mo Yang's chest.
At this moment, Mo Yang was fully on guard against the endless sword energy surrounding him, how could he defend against Diao Yayun's attack? He could only watch helplessly as the longsword pierced towards him.
*Thud...*
Finally, a soft thud rang out, and blood bloomed like a rose. The longsword pierced Mo Yang's chest, and blood flowed uncontrollably.
*Thud* sounded again as Diao Yayun mercilessly pulled out the longsword, sending a spray of blood flying.
The outcome was clear!
*Thud!
* Mo Yang's face was deathly pale. The surrounding sword energy mercilessly pounded against his body, cracking his skin like a spiderweb.
These were terrifying wounds caused by wisps of sword energy.
Blood trickled from Mo Yang's lips as he knelt on the ground, trying to utter a sound, but he couldn't move.
A single sword pierced his vital point, coupled with the attacks of hundreds of sword energies; he was on the verge of death.
"Mentor, aren't you going to announce the result?" Diao Yayun said coldly. "I think the outcome is already quite clear!"
Indeed, the outcome was already quite clear. Even if
Mo Yang were incredibly powerful, he was only at the fourth level of the Body Strengthening Realm. Facing the genius Diao Yayun at the sixth level of the Meridian Condensation Realm, he had no hope whatsoever. "The third match..." "Wait!" Suddenly, just as the instructor, unable to bear watching Mo Yang's battered appearance any longer, was about to announce the result, a shout rang out. "I haven't lost yet!" Suddenly, Mo Yang, who had seemed weak, roared, spitting out blood. Gradually, he straightened his knees, holding his longsword, and actually stood up step by step from the ground. "I can still fight, I haven't lost yet!" Almost as soon as he uttered those words, Mo Yang couldn't help but cough up blood, his face turning even paler. "You fools!" Diao Yayun sneered. "I don't know what kind of mind-altering pills your instructor gave you, are you acting like madmen who don't care about their lives?" "Then I'll show you who's a genius and who's a piece of trash!" Diao Yayun smiled grimly, holding his longsword, and took a step forward. "Since you won't admit defeat, then I'll cripple your arm, making you unable to hold a sword. Let's see if you still admit defeat!" With a flash of his sword, Diao Yayun's figure appeared, the blue-patterned longsword aimed directly at the hilt of Mo Yang's sword, about to sever that hand. "Hoo..." At this moment, Mo Yang actually let out a slight breath, standing still, motionless. "What's this guy doing? Seeking death?" "Who knows? He's no match for him, but he still refuses to admit defeat. This guy, I really don't understand!" "I think Mu Yun really can't bring himself to do it. He probably gave them a death order before the competition: they can only die, they can't lose!" Seeing Mo Yang standing there like a fool, many of the surrounding students couldn't help but close their eyes. The outcome of this match was predetermined from the very beginning; Mo Yang was destined to lose. "Kill!" With a low shout, Diao Yayun charged forward with her sword, unstoppable. "Kill!" In an instant, just as Diao Yayun was about to reach Mo Yang, Mo Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp aura emanating from him. *Clang... Thud...* Two sounds rang out in the next moment, and the scene fell silent. "Ah..." The next moment, a clang rang out as a long sword slammed to the ground, followed by a scream. Diao Yayun clutched her right wrist repeatedly with her left hand, blood gushing out and staining the arena floor. What happened? How could Diao Yayun's wrist have been suddenly severed? Seeing Diao Yayun lying on the arena, groaning in pain, the students stood frozen in place. "Sword Intent!" Suddenly, an instructor in the crowd exclaimed, standing up abruptly and staring at Mo Yang, dumbfounded. "Sword Intent?" Hearing the instructor's shout, a chorus of exclamations erupted from the students. So-called sword intent is a martial artist's ultimate understanding of the sword and swordsmanship. When a martial artist comprehends the sword in their hand and the sword in their heart to an ultimate state, quantitative change leads to qualitative change, which in turn triggers an extraordinary understanding of swordsmanship. Sword intent is terrifying beyond measure.
If it's said that within the entire Southern Cloud Empire, only one in ten thousand martial artists can become a weapon refiner,
then those swordsmen who can comprehend sword intent are even rarer!
Once a swordsman comprehends sword intent, it's destined that in this life, he will absolutely be an unparalleled sword god—the terror of that is beyond words.
Just now, Mo Yang's sword strike was an infinite replication of the move Mu Yun had demonstrated for him.
He always remembered Mu Yun's words:
"If you can comprehend something from this move, defeating Diao Ya Yun is not impossible!"
So that's it!
So that's it!
Mo Yang was overjoyed.
In that instant, he felt his mind was clear, and the sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. So, in the instant he swung the sword, he had no worries, only that sword.
And that sword was so fast, so sharp, that Diao Ya Yun had no time to react.
"You, admit defeat?"
Holding his long sword, Mo Yang walked up to Diao Ya Yun, the sword pointing directly at his chin.
At this moment, Diao Yayun's severed hand lay to the side, bloodstains staining his wrist.
"Trash, do you admit defeat?"
Seeing Diao Yayun remain silent, Mo Yang coldly shouted, his unparalleled sword intent, like that of a sword god, instantly enveloping Diao Yayun.
"I...I admit defeat!"
At this moment, facing Mo Yang, Diao Yayun had lost all fighting spirit.
His heart crumbled under the powerful sword intent.
"Third match, Mo Yang wins!"
As the instructor's voice fell, the area around the arena erupted in chaos.
Mo Yang had won!
At the crucial moment, he had actually comprehended sword intent—the sword intent that thousands of swordsmen dreamed of, Mo Yang had actually achieved.
It was simply a miracle!
Thump...
Amidst the uproar, Mo Yang suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud.
Thump, thump, thump...
His head pounded against the ground, making three heavy kowtows to Mu Yun.
"Master, your disciple has lived up to your expectations and won the competition! Master, please accept my bow!"
Mo Yang's voice choked with emotion, yet every word was resounding, shocking everyone.
"Silly boy..."
Seeing Mo Yang's choked expression, Mu Yun stepped onto the arena, laughing and scolding, "Making such a sentimental scene, are you afraid I won't accept you?"
Helping Mo Yang up, Mu Yun probed his body with true essence, discovering that although Mo Yang was severely injured, his internal energy was vigorous. The medicinal bath he had given Mo Yang was now fully unleashed.
"After this battle, go back and study it carefully. You should be able to break through to the fifth level of Qi Condensation Realm!" Looking at Mo Yang, Mu Yun said softly.
"Yes, Master!"
At this moment, looking at Mu Yun, Mo Yang felt as if he were a god.
He did feel that he was about to break through, but Mu Yun had seen through it at a glance.
Moreover, that Azure Cloud Sword Technique, with its three major forms and nine minor forms, each one was exquisite and indescribable!
If it weren't for the Azure Cloud Sword Technique, he would have been defeated long ago and wouldn't have been able to hold on at all.
"Three matches, Class 5 of the Beginner level wins all, congratulations to Instructor Mu Yun..."
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a deep voice rang out.
Diao Yadong walked onto the arena, his gaze deep and almost bloodshot.
"Oh, what's wrong? Not convinced by your loss?" Seeing Diao Yadong's cold expression, Mu Yun teased, "How about Instructor Diao selects a few more strong students to fight against my Elementary Class 5?"
"Of course not!"
Facing Mu Yun's provocation, Diao Yadong smiled slightly and said, "Instructor Mu, congratulations on defeating my Advanced Class 3 and advancing to Intermediate Instructor!"
"However, I think it would be even better if Instructor Mu could advance to the next level and directly become an Advanced Instructor!"
"Oh?"
"Now there is such an opportunity. I wonder if Instructor Mu dares to accept?"
"Tell me!"
"Now, Instructor Mu can fight me. If you win, Instructor Mu will become an Advanced Instructor of the academy. How about it?" Diao Yadong smiled and said, "I think Instructor Mu's three students defeated my Advanced Class 3 students. Instructor Mu's teaching ability is already evident. If Instructor Mu can defeat me, Diao Yadong, and become an Advanced Instructor of the academy, wouldn't that be reasonable?"
"A challenge..."
Seeing Diao Yadong's smug expression, Mu Yun chuckled and cupped his hands, saying, "Please!"
"Instructor Mu!"
"Instructor Mu!"
"Mu Yun!"
Qi Ming, Mo Yang, Qin Mengyao, and the others were shocked that Mu Yun had actually
agreed, and they tried to stop him. Mu Yun's agreement was rather impulsive.
Diao Yadong, one of the academy's three genius instructors, was not someone that could be compared to ordinary instructors!