2589: C2589 Vicious-looking mohist

C2589 Vicious-looking mohist

"Mo Yulong, isn't your words a bit too much? We are all top geniuses of the Central Region. Even if our strength is inferior to yours, we shouldn't be looked down upon by you, right? "

Lu Qingtian's face was also filled with anger as he asked in a displeased tone.

If it wasn't for the fact that her opponent was Yang Liefeng and not Mo Yulong, she wouldn't even dare to ask Mo Yulong such a question.

He looked at Lu Qingtian, smiled, and said, "Compared to five years ago, you are much more beautiful now. I presume that your blood is a little more delicious. How about you give this young master some of your blood, and this young master will put you in his eyes, how about that?"

"How dare you!"

Lu Qian Tian immediately cried out furiously when he heard this. However, his heart was somewhat cold. Just the look in Mo Yinlong's eyes caused one to feel afraid.

"Hahaha, this young master is so impudent, his strength is the cause. If you don't like it, then endure it!"

Mo Yulong laughed arrogantly before heading towards the second arena.

"This guy is too hateful!" Song Yuan was so angry that his cheeks twitched as he furiously shouted while looking at the blood-red back of Mo Yulong.

"Alright, just ignore him. When the battle starts later, it's best if you admit defeat. That guy is ruthless. Don't give him a chance to abuse you."

Yang Liefeng said to the furious Song Yuan with his deep eyes.

When Song Yuan heard this, he was stunned. Promptly, he frowned before his eyes turned around before he said: "Thank you for the kind reminder, Yang Kui. Song Yuan will be responsible for his own actions."

Having said so, Song Yuan walked towards the second arena.

Lu Qian Tian's beautiful eyes wavered as he looked at Yang Liefeng and said: "Yang Jiao Zi is still the best. That Mo Yinlong is truly despicable."

"Alright, go draw your number. After you're done, let's go to the arena."

Yang Liefeng said to Lu Qian Tian before striding towards arena number 1.

Lu Qingtian nodded. After which, he pulled out the last number from the box and walked towards the first stage.

On the two small arenas, both sides were ready to fight. In the center of the square, a middle-aged man with a robust build said with spiritual energy in his voice like a loud bell, "All participants are ready. The sect's competition, the fourth round, begins!"

"Yang Zizi, I know that I am not your match. I just want to see how far I can go against you. I hope you will show mercy and not hurt me too much. Thank you."

Lu Qian Tian looked at Yang Liefeng, her beautiful eyes moved slightly as she spoke to Yang Liefeng.

Yang Liefeng nodded, and said: "No problem, I won't hurt you."

"Thank you, Yangzi." Lu Qingtian said gratefully.

"You're still not admitting defeat?"

On the second small arena, Mo Yulong's gaze turned slightly cold as he looked at Song Yuan, who did not admit defeat immediately. The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer as he asked.

Song Yuan immediately frowned when he heard this. His expression was extremely solemn. There was a struggle within his eyes.

He was very clear that he was no match for Mo Yulong, and he was also very clear that to him, admitting defeat right now was the best choice. If that was the case, he would definitely not have anything to do, but if he did that, then he would lose all the face between him and the Gate of Heavenly Abyss. Moreover, he would make Mo Yulong feel even more arrogant and proud, and this way, even if he had some fortuitous encounter in the future and was stronger than Mo Yulong, he would never be able to lift his head up when he saw Mo Yulong.

After thinking for a while, Song Yuan's heart hardened. He gritted his teeth and said, "This son of mine will not easily admit defeat!"

After thinking about it, Song Yuan believed that if he did not admit defeat, at most, he would be trampled on by Mo Yulong. Even if he lost, he would not lose because of it, and furthermore, Mo Yulong should not dare to cripple him. After all, crippling him would mean offending the entire Heavenly Abyss Sect, and the Cloud Sea Sect might not be afraid of offending the entire Heavenly Abyss Sect.

"Good, nice to listen to, pretty nice to listen to. I hope you can be tough for a while and not admit defeat."

The corner of Mo Yulong's mouth curled into a cold smile as a blood-red glow flashed in his eyes.

"Humph!"

Song Yuan let out a cold snort. With a wave of his hand, a long sword flew out from his Cosmic Bag. As it infused with Spiritual Energy, it immediately emitted out the Spiritual Energy fluctuation of a Rank 5 Spirit Weapon.

Crash! *

Mo Yulong urged his spirit energy. The spirit energy around his body surged crazily as his blood-red robe flapped as if a sea of blood was surging. With a wave of his hand, his robe flapped and a powerful bloodline power formed a blood-red whirlpool.

Song Yuan's gaze was fixated on Mo Yulong as the Spiritual Energy around his body surged crazily. The Spiritual Energy under his feet surged out as he flew out and ruthlessly stabbed a sword at Mo Yulong.

"To deal with you, this Young Master does not need to use a spirit weapon!"

The blood-colored swirl directly bit onto the longsword that Mo Yulong had pierced towards it. Immediately, Mo Yulong felt that his longsword seemed to have stabbed into a distorted space and was unable to advance any further. Moreover, he needed to tightly grip the hilt of his sword, otherwise, if he was not careful, the longsword would slip out of his hands.

Immediately, Song Yuan's expression became extremely ugly. He didn't even care about the humiliation that Mo Yulong had given him.

"With just this little ability, you still want to enter my eyes?"

The corners of Mo Yulong's mouth curled into a sneer as he sneered at Song Yuan.

When Song Yuan heard this, the veins on his forehead popped out as he said angrily: "Mo Yinlong, what are you so proud of? You can't do anything to this proud son of yours!"

"You really are stubborn. If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry. This young master will let you know this now. In front of me, you are nothing but bullsh * t!"

With a slight twist of his wrist, the blood-colored swirl that was biting onto the longsword suddenly exploded. An extremely powerful impact directly smashed into Song Yuan's body, directly blowing him away. The front of his clothes instantly became dripping with blood, looking extremely miserable.

"Damn it!"

Song Yuan never thought that the gap between him and Mo Yulong would be so huge. So fast, and yet he was already injured. His face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness.

"Don't admit defeat if you have the guts!"

Mo Yulong looked at Song Yuan and said with a cold smile.

"This proud son of mine will not easily admit defeat!"

Song Yuan said as he clenched his teeth. He activated his spirit energy, held his sword, and charged at Mo Yulong once more.

On the first small arena, Yang Liefeng and Lu Qian Tian were still battling. Every time they collided, Lu Qian Tian would always retreat a few steps more than Yang Liefeng.

"In five years' time, Yang Pizzi, your strength has actually increased by so much."

Although Lu Qingtian had already known that Yang Liefeng's strength had increased by a lot in the last five years after seeing Yang Liefeng's performance, only now, after fighting with Yang Liefeng, did he realize that the increase in Yang Liefeng's strength was far greater than she had imagined. Forget about everything else, just the strength of Yang Liefeng's current spirit energy was so strong that it exceeded her expectations.

However, she had actually forgotten one thing, and that was that Mu Tianqing's strength had increased by a lot in the past five years. Furthermore, the extent of his improvement was probably only beneath Yang Liefeng's and Mo Yulong's, which was why he had underestimated Yang Liefeng's strength.

Boom! *

Once again, Yang Liefeng clashed with Lu Qian Tian's palm. Yang Liefeng didn't move an inch, but Lu Qian Tian was forced six steps back.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not a match for you, Yang Zizi. Your speed is so fast, I don't even have the chance to condense my soul imprint."

After Lu Qingtian was once again pushed back, he decided to no longer resist meaninglessly and immediately admitted defeat.

"Thanks for the win."

Yang Liefeng cupped his fists and said.

"Thank you, Yang Jiao, for not injuring me."

Lu Qingtian cupped his fists and said gratefully.

Immediately after, Yang Liefeng's and Lu Qingtian's gaze both landed on the second arena.

In the second small arena.

Boom! * Clang!

On the second small arena, Song Yuan struggled to resist for a moment before the long sword in his hand was grabbed by Mo Yulong. Then, he was directly snatched away by him and thrown onto the ground by Mo Yulong.

After Song Yuan's Spirit Treasure was taken away, he panicked. Facing this fist, he could only use his arms to block it.

Boom! * Puff!

Mo Yulong's fist ruthlessly smashed into Song Yuan's arm that was blocking the attack. It directly shattered Song Yuan's protective Spiritual Energy and heavily smashed into his chest, causing him to be blown backwards. He even spat out a mouthful of dark red blood from his mouth.

"Song Yuan, admit defeat!"

Some of the Elders of the Sky Origin Sect could not help but shout at Song Yuan when they saw that something was wrong.

After Song Yuan stabilized his body, he looked at Mo Yulong with eyes filled with hatred.

Swish!

After using Blood Shadow Steps, he instantly arrived in front of Song Yuan and placed his hand on one of Song Yuan's shoulders. An extremely powerful bloodline shackling force pressed down on Song Yuan's body, causing him to appear as if he was stuck in a swamp. For a moment, his body was actually unable to move as a look of shock surfaced on his face.

Both of them were 3-star Martial Ancestor Realm experts, but Mo Yulong was actually able to trap him? This was too unbelievable!

"What a terrifying Mohist Dragon!"

Upon seeing that Song Yuan was actually being suppressed in such a manner, quite a number of people on the viewing gallery were shocked as they exclaimed out loud.

"Since you dare to offend me, I'll let you know how terrible the consequences are for offending me!"

A cold glint flashed within Mo Yulong's blood-red eyes. He stared at Song Yuan's eyes and coldly said.

Boom! *

Ah!

After saying this, one of his knees bent and he viciously pressed it against Song Yuan's lower abdomen, causing Song Yuan to immediately scream miserably like a pig being butchered. His face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver and his body instinctively wanted to bend, but due to being restrained, he was unable to move.

"Hiss!"

Seeing Mo Yulong's vicious attack, the men present all felt a dull pain from below and could not help but gasp.

"Song Yuan!"

The Elders of the Heavenly Abyss Sect could not help but cry out.

"What a ruthless Moyu dragon!"

"This Mo Yinlong is too ruthless!"

"..."

He thought that Mo Yulong's vicious voice continued to ring out.

Bang!

On field number 2, Mo Yulong withdrew his bloodline power and Song Yuan fell to the ground. His face was twisted in pain and his body was trembling.0

"I told you to admit defeat earlier, didn't you admit defeat earlier? Are you feeling comfortable now?"

Mo Yulong lowered his head to look at Song Yuan and asked with a cold smile.

"Mo, Yin, Long, you can't! Die!"

Song Yuan's hands grabbed the ground as his face contorted. He endured the pain and spoke furiously.

"I have powerful strength. If I don't die a good death, how can a mere trash like you die a good death?"

When Mo Yulong heard this, he sneered.

As he said this, Mo Yulong stomped his foot on Song Yuan's head, laughing as he asked, "Tell me, this young master's kick caused your head to explode. Isn't that a spectacular scene?"

When Song Yuan heard this, the light in his eyes trembled violently. The fear in his heart immediately became frenzied.

"Mo Yulong, don't go too far!"

"If you dare to kill Song Yuan, our Heavenly Abyss Sect will never let you off!"

"..."

Seeing that Mo Yulong actually had the intention to kill Song Yuan, the Elders of the Heavenly Abyss Sect immediately threatened angrily.

"Mo Yulong, you can't kill people. This is a Great Sect Competition, a competition between the top factions in the Central Region. You can't kill people here."

Elder Wei was afraid that Mo Yulong would directly kill Song Yuan, otherwise, the Heavenly Abyss Sect would be thoroughly offended. If the almighty elder of the Heavenly Abyss Sect was determined to kill Mo Yulong, then Mo Yulong's situation would be very worrisome.

"Since Elder Wei has spoken, we naturally have to give him face. Congratulations, you have preserved your life."

The smart Mo Yulong knew from the start that he couldn't kill Song Yuan just to scare him. He also knew that Elder Wei's warning to him was for his own safety, so he naturally followed him down the stairs.

"However, it's fine if I don't kill you, but if I torture you again, there's still no problem."

Mo Yulong laughed coldly. Stepping on Song Yuan's foot, he forcefully dirty his face, causing Song Yuan to suffer an enormous humiliation.

Although Song Yuan did not have any relationship with him, Yang Liefeng still could not stand it. He looked up at Mo Yulong and said coldly: "Stop wasting time, quickly finish it, this young master is still waiting to torture you and take revenge for brother Zhuge!"

When Mo Yulong heard this, he smiled and said, "Yang Pi Zi, you're really a good person. Since you're in such a hurry, I'm afraid you don't want me to beat this fellow up again. Tsk tsk, compared to you, this young master seems to be truly unforgivable!"

"Compared to Yang Pizzi, you are like a god or a devil!"

Lu Qingtian said to Mo Yulong.

Hearing that, the corner of Mo Yulong's mouth curved in a playful smile, and he said: "This young master likes to be a devil and a vampire. Do you know why? Because vampires can suck fresh blood, especially fresh blood from a beautiful woman like you. It's very sweet. "

Upon hearing this, a chill ran down Lu Qingtian's spine, and he could not help but shiver uncontrollably.

Song Yuan, who was stepped on by Mo Yulong, saw that Yang Liefeng had helped him and was slightly startled. After a moment of slight gratitude, he gratefully decided that if he didn't die this time, he must become brothers with Yang Liefeng!

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