Warrior's Promise

In the final round to determine the top 10 rankings, everyone would be fighting against each other.

Obviously, if any of them had previously fought, another fight was unnecessary.

As of now, Su Mo had six fights remaining. He was up against Hong Qingtian and the five people whose Dragon Luck was longer than his.

All six of them were powerful opponents, but Ao Wushuang was the only one that Su Mo was unsure about beating.

After a short while, the competition continued. It was Ao Wushuang again, and his opponent was Nie Chong.

The rules for the finals were simple. Since Ao Wushuang's Dragon Luck was the longest, everyone that had been defeated before would fight him first.

In the end, those who remained undefeated would contest Ao Wushuang for first place.

Ao Wushuang and Nie Chong had both cultivated tough fistplay.

However, Emperor's Fist was obviously stronger than Overlord Fist. Nie Chong was overwhelmed and defeated with a single strike, just like Huo Ling was.

Ao Wushuang then flew back to the spectator stands with an indifferent expression.

Perhaps because he had cultivated Emperor's Fist, Ao Wushuang gave off the air of an invincible king and made the hearts of many young maidens race.

Next up was Wu Sheng against Huo Ling.

This battle was more interesting because it was between a swordsman and a saber wielder who were equal in strength.

In the fighting ring...

"Swish!"

A chilling black light flashed in Wu Sheng's hand before shooting like lightning at Huo Ling.

"Break!" Huo Ling yelled as the saber radiance in his hand grew bigger with an overpowering flaming aura.

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He then destroyed Wu Sheng's attack with a horizontal slash.

"Kill without survivors!" Wu Sheng rapidly approached Huo Ling and dealt another blow.

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With a flash of sword radiance, a stream of sharp Sword Qi flew at Huo Ling's chest.

Huo Ling moved again with his flame-like saber radiance and shattered the Sword Qi with a single strike. However, in the next moment, the Sword Qi somehow reformed again and went for Huo Ling's lower abdomen.

Huo Ling was unfazed, and the flame on his body suddenly flared up and formed a fire shield to block the Sword Qi.

"Sky Destroyer!"

Wu Sheng moved like sword radiance and instantaneously approached Huo Ling. He then dealt a blow without even disturbing the air.

Streams of Sword Qi burst out toward Huo Ling's weak spots with a soaring Sword Will that was chilling and filled with killing intent.

"Break again!" Huo Ling shouted as he struck continuously. Countless streams of fire-like Saber Qi engulfed the entire fighting ring.

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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the Sword Qi and Saber Qi collided and exploded, shock waves shot out everywhere as if it were the apocalypse.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The two of them were equally matched and continued to trade blows at an extreme speed. Within a single breath, they had already exchanged a dozen moves.

As the Sword Qi and Saber Qi went on a rampage, the battle soon entered its climax.

Although Huo Ling had successively lost to the Ninth Princess, Su Mo, and Ao Wushuang, he was definitely a powerful contender. In fact, no one other than those three was capable of beating him.

However, Wu Sheng was no weakling either. He had even been ranked above Huo Ling in the previous competition.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Those two soon exchanged over a hundred blows. At this moment, observant spectators could already tell who had the upper hand.

Although the two of them still seemed to be on equal footing, Wu Sheng was already controlling the momentum of the battle. In other words, Wu Sheng was deciding the tide of the battle.

Expectedly, after dozens of further blows, Wu Sheng was completely dominating Huo Ling.

"Puff!"

As a stream of blood shot out, the two of them suddenly separated.

Everyone looked closely and saw a terrifying and bloody wound on Huo Ling's shoulder that exposed his bones.

Everyone was struck deeply by Huo Ling's defeat. He had lost to Wu Sheng in the last competition by half a move, and he still failed to redeem himself this time.

"Huo Ling, you've lost!" Wu Sheng said flatly with an indifferent expression.

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Huo Ling looked gloomy. He had originally been absolutely confident that he would beat Wu Sheng, but the three consecutive losses had severely affected him.

Losing to the Ninth Princess and Su Mo was extremely traumatizing for him.

He and Wu Sheng were experts at the same level to begin with, and any slight change would affect the outcome of their fight.

The traumatizing experiences had prevented Huo Ling from fighting at his best. Otherwise, he would not have lost to Wu Sheng.

They left the ring shortly afterward. The next fight was between Hong Qingtian and the Ninth Princess.

However, Hong Qingtian admitted defeat decisively.

It was Su Mo's turn again. He was up against Mo Yue this time.

In the fighting ring, Su Mo fixed his gaze on Mo Yue as his aura climbed, and he displayed his Peak of the Late 1st stage Sword Will that tore the surrounding air apart.

Mo Yue was looking dead serious and frowning. He had received a message from a branch of the Cold-blood Hall a few days ago.

The message was a request for him to kill Su Mo.

He had thought that he could easily kill Su Mo in the finals, but he never expected Su Mo to be even stronger than himself.

Nonetheless, Mo Yue was not worried. He could easily kill Su Mo after the competition anyway!

That was because Su Mo was a disciple of an insignificant sect, not one of the seven superpowers.

"Blood Devil's Great Handprint!" Mo Yue yelled fiercely, rising into the air and striking with his palm.

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A huge bloody palm print instantly descended from the sky to crush Su Mo.

Su Mo was slightly startled as his Devouring Martial Soul trembled with a desire to devour the palm print.

It was apparent that Mo Yue's attack contained a vast amount of blood energy.

However, Su Mo did not activate his Devouring Martial Soul because he was strong enough to crush Mo Yue without it.

Moreover, there were many experts in the Enlightenment Realm present. He could attract their attention if he used his Martial Soul too frequently.

In short, Su Mo did not want to use his Martial Soul force again unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Break!"

Su Mo brandished his Spirit-slayer Sword and slashed upward with a dazzling ray of sword radiance.

"Slice!"

The sword radiance easily tore apart the bloody palm print and continued toward Mo Yue.

"Swoosh!"

Su Mo then soared into the sky and exerted his nine Spiritual Spirals to deal a follow-up attack.

"Infinite Universe!"

The terrifying stream of Sword Qi was a thousand meters long and shot toward Mo Yue with a world-splitting force.

Mo Yue had just destroyed Su Mo's first attack when he saw that the next one was coming. His hair rose immediately due to terror.

One could only realize how scary Su Mo's sword was with firsthand experience!

"Swish!"

Mo Yue hurriedly dodged to the side as he did not dare to face Su Mo's attack head-on.

"Swish!"

However, another ray of sword radiance flashed in front of him right away.

It was illusory and unpredictable, yet filled with intense murderous intent.

"Oh no!" Mo Yue was petrified.

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