Chapter 813: Keep Acting Cocky
When onlookers saw Pang Wei's expression after Ye Mo's words, they sensed the situation's complexity. Many who had intended to aid Pang Wei reconsidered.
Wang Yijian had noticed Ye Mo hadn't drawn his weapon against him, yet he did so against Pang Wei. Bewildered, he wondered if Pang Wei surpassed him in strength. He soon discovered his assessment was profoundly inaccurate. Pang Wei's slight frame straightened, giving the illusion of increased height. His aura erupted powerfully.
Wang Yijian hadn't anticipated Pang Wei's strength, his low profile at Jiu Ming Academy concealing such mastery. Had Ye Mo not been present, Pang Wei's true capabilities might have remained unknown.
Those who felt Pang Wei's immense pressure recognized him as Jiu Ming Academy's true top cultivator. This explained Ye Mo's readiness to draw his sword. He dared not underestimate a master nearing the Foundation Establishment state. Though confident of victory, Ye Mo wouldn't be reckless.
Pang Wei and Li Cheng were both at the Great Heaven stage, but Pang Wei cultivated the Wu God Chant. Ye Mo, unfamiliar with the technique, sensed its superiority to Li Cheng's cultivation method, prompting caution.
Sensing Pang Wei's overwhelming qi, Cai Ji felt suffocated. She, a Heaven stage cultivator on the cusp of Great Heaven, realized an ambush would have been suicidal. She was fortunate to have refrained.
Pang Wei took a single step, closing the distance to Ye Mo. Ye Mo's eyes narrowed.
"Since City Lord Ye is so cocksure, let's see what you've got. I hope you don't perish before I do," Pang Wei declared, throwing a punch without drawing his curved sword.
The simple punch left Ye Mo breathless and uneasy. He felt the peak's spiritual energy drawn into the fist; a moment's hesitation would have resulted in pulverization.
Without delay, Ye Mo summoned his flying sword, attacking with concentrated cultivation essence. A thunderous clash ensued. Ye Mo was hurled ten meters, spitting blood, while Pang Wei remained unmoved, immediately delivering another punch.
The audience was astonished. Pang Wei's power exceeded expectations; he had effortlessly countered Ye Mo, who had defeated Wang Yijian with a single move. Jiu Ming Academy's disciples rejoiced, celebrating their unexpected master.
Cai Ji's heart pounded, sweat beading on her forehead, blood seeping from her fingertips. She had believed Pang Wei dead, only to witness his superiority over Ye Mo.
Only Ye Mo understood that his setback stemmed not from a disparity in qi, but from Pang Wei's underhanded tactic. Pang Wei had unexpectedly channeled external spiritual energy into his inner qi, injuring Ye Mo with his own energy.
Fortunately, the diluted spiritual energy limited Pang Wei's power. Ye Mo was now prepared and wouldn't fall for the same trick. He was nonetheless shocked; only Nascent Soul state masters were believed capable of manipulating environmental chi, yet Pang Wei had achieved it.
Ye Mo found this encouraging, further evidence of the Wu God Chant's strength. A mere Great Heaven cultivator capable of such a devastating blow!
Pang Wei's combat experience was considerable. Before Ye Mo landed, his second punch arrived, this time relying purely on his own power.
Ye Mo had no choice but to engage directly. Pang Wei had strategically created this scenario, believing his inner qi superior. This time, Ye Mo abandoned his flying sword, meeting Pang Wei's fist with his own.
A bone-jarring clash resounded, sending intense shockwaves across the stage, causing bleeding amongst some spectators. A crater formed at the impact point.
Speechless, the crowd witnessed a peak martial arts battle. Ye Mo was sent soaring, and Pang Wei sneered, aware that aerial combat would disadvantage Ye Mo—a situation he had deliberately engineered. He remained confident in his victory, despite his calculated approach.
Ye Mo sighed; the Wu God Chant was indeed formidable. Only his cultivation of the Three Birth Chant had saved him. He understood Pang Wei's calculated approach, but recognized his experience fell short of his own.
Before Ye Mo landed, Pang Wei launched himself upwards, a powerful blow aimed at Ye Mo's lower body.
Everyone anticipated Ye Mo's demise. He could easily have used his flying sword to evade, but chose not to. Instead, he concentrated all his cultivation essence into a single punch, unwilling to concede the Three Birth Chant's inferiority to the Wu God Chant.
Another clash erupted, a roar of unleashed chi accompanied by bone-shattering sounds. This time, Pang Wei was sent flying, spitting blood, crashing into the ground, creating another large crater.
"Keep acting cocky," Ye Mo sneered, delivering another blow. ...