33: Chapter 33 Sorry, I don't like it.

"Please."

Lin Zhou uttered the word in a low voice.

Before his voice had even faded, he shot forward like an arrow from a bowstring.

The short sword in his hand hummed and vibrated, transforming into a chilling glint of cold light as he struck.

His sword techniques were both fast and ruthless; his skill level was on a completely different magnitude compared to the previous Outer Sect Disciples.

A burst of exclamations erupted from beneath the stage.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the arena without blinking.

Jiang Yuwei clenched her small fists, worried about Senior Brother Mo on the stage.

Mo Zixing's eyes narrowed slightly as he swung his iron sword horizontally to block.

A crisp clang rang out.

The sound of clashing metal echoed.

The two's sword techniques collided continuously, moving so fast that only afterimages remained.

To the shock of the entire audience, Mo Zixing, wielding a mere broken iron sword, was actually trading blows evenly with Lin Zhou, who had brought his own weapon.

It was a complete fifty-fifty split throughout.

He didn't fall into a disadvantage in the slightest!

Simple sword techniques were executed with entirely new intricacies in his hands.

No matter how fierce Lin Zhou's offensive was, he could always deflect those powerful sword moves by a hair's breadth.

Lin Zhou's sword moves became faster and faster.

His spiritual power surged more and more violently.

But no matter how much force he exerted, he could never break through Mo Zixing's defense, unable to even force him back.

The more he fought, the more alarmed he became, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

He had already exerted ninety-nine percent of his strength, yet Mo Zixing remained composed and at ease from beginning to end.

After personally engaging in combat, he finally realized how terrifying his opponent was.

Mo Zixing's true cultivation must be even higher than his Qi Refining Layer 7!

After having a full fifty moves countered.

Lin Zhou suddenly leapt back, forcibly creating a safe distance.

The hand holding his short sword trembled slightly, his chest heaved violently, and his gaze toward Mo Zixing was filled with solemnity and a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.

During his time in the Outer Sect, he had never lost to a peer in swordsmanship.

Not to mention that his opponent was actually using a broken iron sword that didn't even have a rank.

He couldn't lose.

He absolutely must not lose!

The Inner Sect Elders were watching from the high platform.

His swordsmanship was the capital he took pride in.

If he couldn't take first place in the martial competition, it would be equivalent to undermining the Dao Heart of his cultivation!

"Senior Brother Mo, excellent swordsmanship."

Lin Zhou took a deep breath, the spiritual power around him surging as he fully released his Qi Refining Layer 7 cultivation:

"However... what I know is more than just swordsmanship."

"I still have one Ultimate Skill."

"Today, I'll let Senior Brother Mo see for himself."

The crowd below erupted again!

"An Ultimate Skill! It's actually an Ultimate Skill!"

"No wonder Lin Zhou dared to be so confident; it turns out he was hiding such a powerful killing move!"

"Senior Brother Mo is in danger now. Ultimate Skills are different from Martial Skills; their power is staggering, and they simply can't be blocked by basic swordsmanship!"

"Senior Brother, take this blow!"

Lin Zhou let out a furious shout, the spiritual power around him rapidly converging toward the sword blade.

The short sword was instantly enveloped in a dazzling white light, and dense runes even appeared on the blade.

A white Sword Qi several zhang long, carrying an overbearing momentum, slashed down fiercely toward Mo Zixing!

Mo Zixing cursed inwardly.

Crap, going this far?

If he took this strike head-on, even if he could block it, he would still be injured by the shock.

It seemed he had to be a bit more serious.

In the eyes of the onlookers, it was a critical moment.

Yet he didn't even try to block.

He simply tossed his sword aside.

Everyone was stunned.

What was he doing?

How could he fight without a sword?

But what surprised everyone even more was that Mo Zixing, now swordless, actually chose to meet the attack head-on.

"Sorry, I don't like eating [that]."

Mo Zixing shook his head pretentiously, and pale blue lightning arcs instantly exploded around him.

Violent lightning-attribute spiritual power surged around him, the sizzling sound of current drowning out the noise of the entire venue.

"Wave-Breaking Thunder Rush Technique!"

Mo Zixing gave a low shout and pushed his palm forward.

An extremely thick lightning arc shot out like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, crashing fiercely against Lin Zhou's Sword Qi!

With a thunderous boom, the seemingly indestructible white Sword Qi was like paper before the lightning arc.

It was torn to shreds in an instant!

The lightning arc's momentum didn't slow, striking Lin Zhou's short sword with full force.

Lin Zhou's whole body went numb, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily beneath the arena stage.

Faint black smoke was still rising from his body.

He had clearly lost all combat capability.

The entire venue was dead silent for three seconds.

Then, a mountain-shaking, tsunami-like eruption of exclamations broke out!

One move!

Just one move!

Lin Zhou, who had used an Ultimate Skill, was sent flying by Mo Zixing in a single strike!

Counting this match, Mo Zixing had won sixteen rounds in a row!

Sixteen consecutive victories.

Even if he stepped down now, no one could shake his position as the overall number one.

Mo Zixing withdrew his spiritual power, brushed the dust off his clothes, and glanced at the still-smoking Lin Zhou below the stage.

Good thing I held back a bit, or I might have turned this guy directly into charcoal.

My score is high enough now.

I can take a break.

He leaped down from the arena.

Jiang Yuwei immediately pounced over, her eyes shining like they were filled with stars, shaking his arm incessantly:

"Senior Brother!"

"Simple enough."

Mo Zixing smiled and rubbed the top of her head:

"Alright, it's your turn to go on stage."

"Keep your composure and just perform as usual."

Jiang Yuwei nodded, took a deep breath, and also leaped onto the arena.

Just as she stood firm, a Disciple at Qi Refining Layer 5 jumped up.

But after just two moves, he proactively withdrew his sword, cupped his hands to Jiang Yuwei, and said with a smile:

"Junior Sister Jiang's swordsmanship is exquisite; I admit I am no match. I concede."

After speaking, he turned and jumped off the arena.

Jiang Yuwei stood dazed on the spot.

Before she could react, three more Disciples came up in succession and did the same thing.

They knew in their hearts that their second-round rankings were low; even if they won every match, they wouldn't make it into the Inner Sect.

This Junior Sister Jiang's relationship with Mo Zixing was clearly unusual, so they might as well take this opportunity to do him a favor.

All of them proactively conceded after just a few symbolic moves.

Jiang Yuwei's points quickly reached five, successfully securing a promotion spot in the top twenty.

She jumped off the arena and said to Mo Zixing with a flushed face:

"Senior Brother, they..."

Mo Zixing chuckled and said casually:

"It's nothing, just the way social favors work in the Sect."

At this time, the matches on the arena were gradually drawing to a close.

The remaining Disciples had either finished their matches or proactively given up on challenging.

The third round of the examination had finally come to an end.

On the platform.

From the start of the exam in the morning until now.

Su Li had been continuously channeling spiritual power for several hours.

The pain she had been suppressing was now on the verge of erupting.

She took a deep breath and stepped forward once more:

"The final round of this examination is over. The list of Disciples promoted to the Inner Sect is as follows..."

Halfway through her sentence, Su Li's body suddenly swayed violently.

The stabbing pain in her Dantian surged frantically, and the spiritual power within her body fell into complete chaos!

She gritted her teeth, trying to forcibly suppress it.

But this onset of Medicinal Poison was more violent than any before; she couldn't even stand steadily.

The noise of the entire venue stopped instantly.

Everyone noticed the abnormality on the high platform and looked up in unison.

Liu Qingyan immediately rushed over, reaching out to support Su Li's swaying body, her face full of anxiety and worry:

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister?"

Great Elder Qin Cangyue's expression also changed as he asked in a low voice:

"Girl Su, how are you?"

Su Li felt the world spinning, and the sounds in her ears grew more and more distant.

Her vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness.