Western magic truly opened many eyes present, allowing them to experience the wonder and difference of Western magic.
Seeing this, Old Mo could only dodge continuously.
The energy protective aura struck the ground directly, the energy exploded, and the stone bricks instantly cracked.
At the same time, Ross charged forward with his sword.
As he got close to Old Mo, he began to exert intense pressure.
Old Mo was panting, sweat pouring down his face.
His spiritual energy was too depleted, and he clearly couldn't hold on.
Unless, he used Old Mo’s most powerful move, the Summoning Technique.
If this technique were activated, let alone Ross, two more like him could be killed.
But this technique had a wind-up time, requiring about thirty seconds.
In a ring match like this.
It was impossible to cast the Summoning Technique, nor was there any room for maneuvering.
With his spiritual energy exhausted, Old Mo's fate was predictable.
However, even with his spiritual energy almost depleted.
Old Mo managed to wear down Ross for ten minutes.
Finally, due to insufficient spiritual energy, he was forced off the ring by Ross and lost the match.
Old Mo lost, but he died gloriously.
After all, he had fought four matches in a row, and each opponent was a master.
He had even stalemated with Ross for over ten minutes.
Ross, after a lucky win, even spat at Old Mo:
“Stupid pig, wasting my precious time.”
Old Mo looked at Ross, his fists clenched.
Losing didn't matter, but Ross was truly despicable with his words.
Old Mo suppressed his anger and took a deep breath.
After all, he was already off the ring; to retort further would be losing face.
In his heart, however, he held a grudge!
At this moment, I had already descended from the spectator stands.
And came to Old Mo's side, reaching out to pat his shoulder.
Old Mo, seeing me come down, was somewhat surprised and asked:
“Why did you come down?”
I stared at Old Mo and smiled:
“Naturally, to get face back for my brother!
In the next match, I will teach him a lesson.”
And Ross on the stage, he truly considered himself the champion.
On the ring, he imitated the walking posture of UFC trash talk, swaggering around the ring.
While continuously shouting and cursing:
“That Oriental stupid pig.
Where are you? Fuck!
Come out quickly, Oriental stupid pig, I want to KO you…”
Ross, with his toothless mouth, was slurring out Chinese.
Many people below the stage, seeing Ross’s expression and his repeated calls of “Oriental stupid pig,” were all displeased.
They were all Chinese Taoists; wasn't this an insult to them?
Many felt uncomfortable.
But thinking of the opponent’s strength, they were helpless.
At the same time, they were also confused, who was Ross looking for?
But listening to his words, I instantly understood what he was doing.
He was looking for me!
Old Mo looked at Ross and said to me in a deep voice:
“Old Qin, don't hold back, smash his vile mouth!
Let him shut his trap.”
I nodded:
“Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you!”
Saying that, without another word, I carried my sword bag and leaped directly onto the ring.
And shouted to Ross on the other side:
“Hey! Over here!”
Ross turned around.
His eyes widened, furious:
“Oriental pig, I finally found you.
This time, I will let you know true Western magic.”
The opponent’s words were very unpleasant to hear.
I didn't want to waste any more time with him.
My purpose for going on stage, besides competing for the championship, was to teach this kid a lesson.
Following the rules for challengers, I registered with the referee:
“No. 81 on the Path to the Underworld, Qin Ze.
Blondie, make your move!”
I had a cold expression, exuding an aura without trying.
But in my eyes, there was only disdain for him.
Below the stage, many people started to discuss:
“Who is this kid?”
“Can he do it? Don’t go up and get yourself killed!”
“Qin Ze, I’ve never heard of him. What’s the deal with No. 81 on the Path to the Underworld?”
“It seems… it seems like the kid who recited the Great Compassion Mantra and got the Vajra Pestle, right?”
“…”
After I went on stage, many people were discussing me.
Some didn’t think I could win.
But many narrowed their eyes, showing a serious expression.
Especially those few senior disciples from sects who hadn't made their move yet.
Maoshan's senior disciple Nan Yang, Emei's senior disciple Zheng Yue, and Xia Qiuxi's senior disciple Wu Kehang, including Shaolin disciple Kong Ming, and others.
They were all well aware of how I defeated Wang Qi back then.
Now, they also wanted to see my true strength.
On the stage, Ross's eyes were about to spew fire.
The humiliation of losing two front teeth made him want to eat my flesh and skin me alive.
“Stupid pig, last time I was too drunk and didn't use my full strength.
This time, you're dead!
I'm going to knock out all your teeth…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ross’s body trembled, and waves of energy surged.
His cultivation had indeed improved significantly compared to when I met him that night.
He was already around the early stage of Xuandan.
Holding his silver sword, he quickly drew a hexagram pattern in front of him.
At the same time, he growled at me:
“Hexagram!”
In an instant, a hexagram phantom appeared.
It shot towards me “straight”.
Wherever it passed, dust billowed on the stage.
This time, Ross's hexagram attack was clearly much more powerful.
Furthermore, it rotated, and the hexagram phantom had become much more solidified.
It cut directly towards my body.
Ross followed closely behind the hexagram, preparing for a two-hit combo…
Many people watching couldn't help but gasp.
In our Middle Earth, to solidify one's protective aura into a tangible form and then manifest it.
This required great cultivation.
But the cultivation methods in the West were different from ours.
Their incantations were mostly externalized.
To achieve externalized and materialized protective aura at the Xuandan or even Soul Palace realm.
“Damn, what strong aura fluctuations!”
“This Ross is getting serious.”
“I wonder if that kid can block it!”
“…”
The hundreds of people on the stage stared with wide eyes.
They wanted to see how I would break through the opponent's Western magic hexagram.
I saw it, but remained unfazed.
I would defeat him the same way I defeated him last time.
And I would do it in front of all the Taoist friends in the world, knocking out a few more of his teeth.
To let him know that in my Middle Earth, disrespect comes at a price…