Chapter 55: Astonishment Fills the Audience, I Am Left Desolate

"Oh no!"

Mo Tianling was greatly alarmed, feeling the imminent and deadly threat. He even felt a sense of despair, akin to that of a drowning person.

He had experienced over a year of brutal slaughter on the bloody battlefield, enduring unimaginable hardships.

But this was the first time he truly felt the terrifying nature of life and death!

In that instant, his fighting spirit crumbled, and a sense of hopelessness engulfed him.

Struggling?

Resisting?

Fighting desperately?

All these thoughts seemed to be shattered, leaving his mind empty.

Meanwhile, outside the arena, countless gazes witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Mo Tianling seemed as if his soul had left his body, standing there in a daze.

On the other hand, Su Yi's lightly pressed hands shifted positions in an instant in the empty air.

Boom!

The void trembled, and the sound exploded like a muffled thunder.

The entire arena, made of refined iron, trembled for a moment. The gust of wind generated by the impact emitted a piercing whistle, causing Mo Tianling's long hair to flutter and his clothes to billow.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

The entire venue fell into silence, and the prominent figures from Guangling City and Luoyun City couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

The Ground Devil Thundering Hand used by Mo Tianling was a technique renowned for many years by Yun Guanghou, a first-rate killing art.

But the martial arts employed by Su Yi were simply divine!

That strike, though seemingly light, felt like a collapsing building, with the sky descending, shaking people's hearts.

"Why is it like this..."

Nan Ying tightly clenched her fair jade hand within her sleeve, the veins on her back of the hand standing out.

Her gaze was fixed on the figure on the arena, dressed in a green robe, radiating an extraordinary aura. In her heart, a mixture of incomprehensible resentment and anger surged like turbulent waves.

She was on the verge of losing control.

At this point, who couldn't understand that Su Yi's strength went far beyond simply recovering his cultivation? His martial arts prowess had reached a level where he could suppress Mo Tianling!

This fact was truly horrifying.

"Why didn't you defeat me with a single blow?"

On the arena, Mo Tianling had regained his senses. His face was pale, and a trace of agitation lingered between his brows, but there was more anger, gloominess, and unwillingness.

"I've said before that I would give you a chance to strike. If I were to suppress you now, wouldn't it make me, Su Yi, seem untrustworthy?"

Su Yi spoke calmly.

Mo Tianling was stunned. Just to give him a chance to strike?

This deeply insulted his sense of dignity, and his face became incredibly ugly. The flames of anger burned in his eyes.

"I can admit defeat, but I will never accept this kind of insult!"

With a cold voice, Mo Tianling drew his sword from its sheath.

Clang!

The dark purple blade shimmered with a bewitching gleam, reflecting a chilling brilliance under the night's illumination.

It was the Purple Blood Battle Blade!

Bestowed upon Mo Tianling by Yun Guanghou himself, this formidable weapon was hoped to allow Mo Tianling to slaughter tens of thousands of enemies on the battlefield and achieve unparalleled feats.

Even when facing Wen Jueyuan, Mo Tianling had never bothered to use this blade.

With the blade in his hand, Mo Tianling's aura transformed, becoming as domineering as fire and as sharp as frost.

This scene captured the attention of everyone present, leaving them in awe.

"So, his true trump card is the path of the blade..."

Wen Jueyuan's eyes lost focus, and his face turned pale.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

On the arena, Mo Tianling stepped forward, each step resonating like a thunderous drumbeat.

Meanwhile, the Purple Blood Battle Blade in his hand soared through the air, radiating a dazzling and mysterious light as it descended with furious force.

Blood-Drinking Slash!

Back on the battlefield, Yun Guanghou had used this very slash to dominate his foes. The enemy would tremble in fear and flee at the mere mention of it.

Though Mo Tianling's execution of this slash lacked the overwhelming power of a Grandmaster realm, it still possessed a hint of its essence.

Swish!

The blade flashed like lightning, emanating an eerie glow, and as it fiercely descended, the air emitted a piercing whistle.

This single strike sent chills down the spines of countless onlookers.

However, Su Yi's eyebrows slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of disappointment in his deep gaze.

With a light sigh, his tall figure finally moved. Amidst the fluttering of his robes, he appeared like a startled swan skimming the surface of a frigid pond, exuding an otherworldly charm.

As he lifted his right finger, in the blink of an eye, he lightly tapped Mo Tianling's blade, effortlessly bypassing the multitude of eerie blade shadows.

Casually done.

Clang!

The collision of their weapons pierced the eardrums, and Mo Tianling's charging figure came to a halt as if struck by lightning. His entire body trembled violently.

The Purple Blood Battle Blade in his right hand emitted a loud buzz before slipping from his grasp and flying away.

His signature technique, the Blood-Drinking Slash, which belonged to Mo Tianling's hidden killing move repertoire, was shattered by a single tap of Su Yi's finger.

With a resounding thud, the Purple Blood Battle Blade fell onto the arena, snapping the stunned spectators out of their daze, leaving them horrified and aghast.

To determine victory or defeat with a single finger—how terrifying!

"Your blade deviated from its true path. You prioritize technique over momentum. Your path has narrowed," Su Yi shook his head.

He had thought that someone like Mo Tianling would have achieved something in the path of the blade.

Who would have expected that the slash he witnessed would stray from the right path and be so disappointing?

Mo Tianling was stunned, lost and desolate. His voice was bitter as he asked, "What martial arts technique did you use?"

He felt bewildered, as if everything that had just happened was a nightmare. He couldn't even grasp how powerful his opponent truly was.

"Just a trivial technique, not worth mentioning," Su Yi casually replied.

That finger strike was nothing more than his counterattack based on his observation. It tested one's perception, strength, and state of mind, rather than any profound martial arts technique.

"A trivial technique..." Mo Tianling murmured to himself, his spirit crushed. He said, "I've lost..."

His eyes were empty, his expression withered, as he stumbled down from the arena.

Thus, Mo Tianling, the adopted son of Yun Guanghou, was defeated!

On the arena, Su Yi stood with his hands behind his back and calmly said, "Does anyone else want to challenge me?"

Silence filled the audience!

Whether it was in Guangling City or Luoyun City, no one dared to respond.

From Su Yi stepping onto the stage to Mo Tianling's dejected surrender, only a moment had passed. Yet, it completely overturned the understanding of countless people!

Who could have imagined that the former disciple cast aside by Qinghe Sword Academy, the laughingstock of the Wen family, would take the spotlight at the Longmen Banquet after a year?

Especially Su Yi's nonchalant demeanor, as if he could effortlessly suppress Mo Tianling's power, deeply shook everyone present.

Wen Jueyuan's expression was dull, as if he had lost all hope.

He was the leading figure among the younger generation of the Wen family, a martial prodigy regarded by everyone in Guangling City as the top contender for the first place in the Longmen Grand Tournament.

In the past, he had never paid any attention to Su Yi, always regarding him with disdain and indifference.

But just moments ago, Mo Tianling was defeated by a single punch from Su Yi!

The blow was significant, but considering Mo Tianling's background as a former disciple of Qinghe Sword Academy and the adopted son of Yun Guanghou, Wen Jueyuan could still accept his defeat.

However, when he saw Mo Tianling being easily defeated by Su Yi, Wen Jueyuan's mindset exploded. He was engulfed in boundless anger and confusion, unable to free himself.

For a moment, he simply couldn't accept that someone he had once looked down upon and scorned could now tower over him!

Wen Shaobei and the other young members of the Wen family were dumbfounded, completely bewildered.

They finally realized that in front of Su Yi, they were nothing but a laughable and ridiculous bunch of clowns...

"This damn bastard, he has been deceiving my Wen family all along!" Wen Changqing gritted his teeth, his face filled with a sinister and terrifying expression.

Li Tianhan felt an overwhelming sense of heaviness in his heart. He couldn't help but wonder, if his child, Mo Yun, were here, would he be able to defeat Su Yi?

"Sigh!" Zhou Huaiqiu was both excited and regretful, his emotions incredibly complex.

Su Yi's performance brought him indescribable surprise, but when he thought about how Qinghe Sword Academy had treated Su Yi as a discarded disciple and his own distant attitude upon learning that Su Yi had become a son-in-law, how could he not feel regret?

Only a bitter smile remained on his lips.

Hu Quan's mouth hung wide open in disbelief!

Huang Qianjun and Nie Teng were filled with admiration and shock.

Nan Ying's beautiful face constantly changed, torn between resentment and regret.

She was resentful that Su Yi had climbed back up to the peak after falling from grace.

She regretted that when she learned of Su Yi's loss of cultivation back then, she seemed to have been too resolute. She should have left some room for compassion at that time, which might have given her and Su Yi a chance to reconcile...

Nan Ying didn't notice that Ni Hao beside her had been staring at her, his expression gradually darkening, his heart filled with boundless anger.

Huang Yunchong and Nie Beihu exchanged a glance and saw the deep shock in each other's eyes.

Immediately, both of them couldn't help but laugh.

Because they had long had a premonition that Su Yi's appearance would bring stability to the chaos.

However, they hadn't expected Su Yi to win so beautifully, leaving even them, who were at the Gathering Qi stage, in awe.

However, they were both extremely certain that after today's Longmen Banquet, Su Yi's name would resound across both banks of the Dacang River!

At this moment, Fu Shan, full of confidence, couldn't help but burst into laughter, breaking the silence in the arena. He declared, "Li Jianyu, if no one else comes out to challenge, Lingzhu Island will belong to Guangling City for the next ten years!"

His voice echoed throughout the venue.

On the side of Luoyun City, Li Jianyu's face was clouded with gloom, and a strong sense of unwillingness surged within him.

Mo Tianling was supposed to be his secret weapon.

Who would have thought that, due to a small mistake, he would be defeated by the Wen family's son-in-law, who was ignored by everyone in Guangling City!

Now, hearing Fu Shan's laughter, he was so frustrated that he almost spat blood.

Looking at the other important figures in Luoyun City, their expressions were also not pleasant.

On the arena.

Su Yi stood alone with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, neither happy nor sad.

For others, defeating someone like Mo Tianling was an incredibly brilliant achievement.

But in his eyes, he had only taken down a small Transfusion Realm youth. What did it matter?

If it weren't for Fu Shan actively seeking his help this time, he wouldn't have bothered to participate in this banquet.

"If Ling Xue were here, it would be more interesting to take a boat ride on the Dacang River with her, enjoying the beautiful scene of thousands of lights reflecting on the water in the night, rather than attending such a banquet."

"She should have already met her sister, Wen Lingzhao. I just don't know when she will return..."

Standing on the ten-zhang-high Longmen arena, Su Yi looked into the distance at the splendid and magnificent lights reflecting on the river's surface, but his mind wandered to his pure, bright, and lively little sister-in-law, Wen Lingxue.

For a moment, a tinge of melancholy filled his heart.