Mo Qingkuang vs Ning Xian

Not only were the people of Blue Flame Royal Academy worried, but even those from the Imperial Academy were also secretly sweating for Mo Qingkuang, thinking he was being too arrogant.

Though Ning Xian was a woman often mistaken for a vase, she was still a spirit body opponent and her cultivation level was one realm higher than Mo Qingkuang's. She was a first-rank Great-grandmaster realm water spirit-body cultivator.

Was Mo Qingkuang treating this so lightly?

But Ning Xian's surprised words interrupted their doubts: "You are indeed strong!"

Those two sword strikes weren't off the mark; they were precise to the point of perfection.

However, Mo Qingkuang, being a Wind Spirit Body, had an almost insurmountable understanding of the airflow in space. In an instant, he locked onto the trajectory of the two sword beams and knew exactly where they would strike.

Hence, he smiled, because the precise angle of the sword beams made it easy for him to avoid them.

He simply tilted his head slightly and raised his arm, easily dodging the two strikes.

His speed was so fast that most people didn't see his movements. In the blink of an eye, he completed the action and returned to his original position.

This gave everyone the illusion that he hadn't moved at all.

Now, hearing Ning Xian's words, everyone finally understood. Mo Qingkuang wasn't scared stiff; he almost didn't need to move to dodge those two strikes easily.

"Very beautiful, very precise." Mo Qingkuang calmly praised her, his demeanour as a strong man sending chills down everyone's spine.

To Ning Xian, Mo Qingkuang's words weren't praise but rather disdainful mockery.

Though she was usually gentle, she hated being looked down upon and underestimated.

She could be a gentle stream or a raging torrent swallowing everything if someone crossed her line.

Just like her next attack. Her long sword began to slash madly, no longer holding back, fully unleashing her power.

Countless tiny blue dots of light sprayed from her sword, dense and overwhelming.

Each dot was far more powerful than the previous two sword beams.

High-level Earth-rank martial skill, Rain-Covering Sword!

The blue dots of light poured down like torrential rain, unavoidable and dense!

Mo Qingkuang knew she was serious now.

His hand was enveloped in a green glow, and his true qi surged. He didn't choose to dodge the rain-like light dots.

The battle platform wasn't big nor small, and Ning Xian's sword almost covered the entire platform, like Chen Kong's full-area attack back then. No matter where he dodged, he couldn't completely avoid it.

In that case, he wouldn't dodge. He raised his hand for a swift palm strike!

Falling Flower Palm, a frequently used martial skill by Mo Qingkuang. Though its rank wasn't as high as Rain-Covering Sword since it was an Intermediate-level Earth-rank Martial skill, martial skills had their strengths.

In some aspects, could an intermediate-level Earth-rank skill not surpass a high-level Earth-rank skill?

Falling Flower Palm had a strong repelling effect, its name derived from the idea of wind blowing flowers down.

What happens when a gentle rain meets a fierce storm? Wouldn't it be blown away, scattered?

The answer is yes!

With Mo Qingkuang's Falling Flower Palm, a strong airwave spread from his hand. With his improved cultivation, the power of the Falling Flower Palm became more apparent.

Previously, he could even blast the shield-bashing Earth Spirit Body of Chen Kong far away, let alone these soft rain-like light dots.

In an instant, the blue dots of light that were pouring down on Mo Qingkuang were swept away, and blown back.

Everyone saw that the dense blue light curtain was forcefully cleared by Mo Qingkuang, creating a large empty handprint.

The handprint was just large enough for Mo Qingkuang to safely pass through the attack.

But Mo Qingkuang didn't stay still. He instantly flashed, piercing through the light curtain, heading straight for Ning Xian.

"So fast!" Everyone was secretly shocked. In the Grandmaster realm, they had never seen such speed, except for Xu Kong when he was still a Grandmaster.

Xu Kong's speed was spatial attribute-based, manifesting in jumps, while Mo Qingkuang's speed was solidly running—no, flying.

Mo Qingkuang was so fast that even Grandmaster-level cultivators could only catch glimpses of his afterimage as if the resistance of the air had no effect on him.

They finally took him seriously. This Mo Qingkuang before them truly had the strength to match his arrogance.

Now it was Ning Xian who seemed to be in danger. Not only did she have to deal with the approaching Mo Qingkuang, but also the blue light dots that were being knocked back towards her by his Falling Flower Palm.

The Falling Flower Palm repels rather than destroys. Although the light dots were somewhat weakened, they were still redirected by the Falling Flower Palm and headed straight for Ning Xian.

Ning Xian's face changed and her heart sank. It was as if she had thrown a bucket of water at Mo Qingkuang, only for him to blow it back at her with a fan.

Seeing the water about to splash on her, Ning Xian, no pushover herself, moved her wrist, and more light dots sprayed out.

This time, she didn't aim at Mo Qingkuang but at the light dots that were sent back by the Falling Flower Palm.

The eighth seat was the eighth seat for a reason. Her strength was undeniable. Every light dot she sent out accurately hit the returning light dots.

The collision of the light dots created a strange 'pop' sound in the air, causing thousands of tiny ripples to spread through the space.

These were the splashes from the light dots colliding.

Before everyone could marvel at Ning Xian's perfect response, Ji Han shouted, "Be careful!"

The returning light dots were just a distraction to scatter Ning Xian's focus. The real killing move was Mo Qingkuang, hidden behind the light dots.

Mo Qingkuang suddenly appeared amidst the crackling light dots, his hand forming a claw, aiming straight for Ning Xian's slender, swan-like neck.

"You dare—" Ji Han's eyes widened in fury, wishing he could rush onto the stage and tear Mo Qingkuang to pieces!

As a loyal admirer of Ning Xian for three years, Ji Han saw every part of Ning Xian's body as sacred and inviolable!

The fact that Mo Qingkuang dared to try and grab her neck drove him to madness.

If Mo Qingkuang succeeded, it wouldn't just be an affront—it would be abuse!

Just as Mo Qingkuang was about to grab Ning Xian's neck, Ji Han couldn't hold back any longer and tried to rush onto the stage to save her, only to find that his body couldn't move.

On the stage, Ning Xian's beautiful eyes widened in shock as Mo Qingkuang was right in front of her!

However, as the eighth seat, she had fought her way up through many battles and quickly reacted.

A bright blue water curtain suddenly appeared in front of her, with waves rising from the ground!

Mo Qingkuang's vision was instantly obscured by the water curtain. His claw struck out, splashing water everywhere, but it found nothing!

There was no one behind the water curtain! The feel of his hand told him there was only more water behind it!

Hearing the gasps of the crowd, he looked up.

Behind the water curtain, a huge wave surged into the sky. Atop the wave stood Ning Xian in her blue dress, holding a long sword, coldly watching him.

Her beautiful face and exquisite figure, set against this magnificent scene, made her look like a fairy of the water