Deduct 1 for merit. I am really not a child of luck.

Chapter 161 Who will win? Treat the fourth level of foundation building as a fierce beast! (Subscribe)
[Ding! We are matching you with a suitable opponent. Please wait...]

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent Lin Mo, rank: Newcomer (900 points)]

With a flash of teleportation light, Ji Hong appeared in a corner of the ring.

"It's so annoying. I've been matched with a rookie. If I keep losing, I'll really drop to the [Nameless] level!"

He looked a little annoyed, and looked at the name in the prompt with a puzzled look on his face:
"Huh!? Lin Mo? This name looks so familiar..."

"Brother Lin, come on!!!"

Before he could think about it, his thoughts were broken by an exclamation, and his eyes looked in the direction of the audience.

“Wow, so many people!”

Ji Hong's eyes showed shock.

There were at least several hundred people in the audience, waving flags and cheering at the stage.

Even if there were occasional spectators in his own matches, they were just a few friends and family members. There had never been so many spectators.

It was obvious that these people were not here for him.

He looked at Lin Mo opposite him and said in his heart:

"Is this guy some kind of celebrity? So many people are watching... Wait, Lin Mo? Could he be the guy who won ninety consecutive games a few days ago?"

As a monk who is new to the technique, he naturally heard some news about this level.

If we talk about the most popular news about the new method recently, it must be that two geniuses on the Immortal List won ninety consecutive victories in the sword-fighting arena this year.

I heard that one is the number one on the Immortal List, and the other is in the top ten on the Immortal List, and one of them seems to be named Lin Mo.

"Tsk, I met a 'big shot'!"

Ji Hong sighed in his heart, but his expression did not show much fear.

The reason is very simple, his rank is not that of a beginner, but rather the [Unknown] rank.

As for his cultivation, he was not in the early stage of foundation building, but had officially entered the middle stage of foundation building, the fourth level of foundation building, and Lin Mo...

"In the early stage of foundation building, there is only one layer?"

Ji Hong showed a trace of contempt on his face and said:

"With such a huge gap in cultivation, I guess you didn't even have time to practice 2nd-level spells?"

A cultivator like Ji Hong who can enter the level of "Unknown" is most likely an outer disciple of the Taoist academy in the middle stage of foundation building.

The master-disciple mission has most likely been completed, and the master-disciple skills and tier 2 spells have been learned.

Compared to those cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, not only has his cultivation level increased, but his actual combat power is more than twice as high as those menial disciples whom Lin Mo had defeated before.

[Ding! Countdown preparation: 10, 9, 8...]

As both parties confirmed their preparations, the sounds from the audience seats were immediately isolated, and the surrounding environment became dark for the two men, so that no one could disturb their fight.

Ji Hong's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at Lin Mo who was raising his hands to bow.
"So what if you're a genius! There's at least a year's gap between us. What can you use to catch up? I'll show you the glory of a veteran. I..."

[Ding! The battle begins——]

"Fire bomb!"

Before he could raise his hand to make some gestures, Lin Mo, who was standing opposite the ring, raised his hand and fired a fireball straight at his face.

"So fast!"

His pupils suddenly contracted and he rolled to the side, barely avoiding the sudden attack of the fire bomb.

"Shhhh-"

Before Ji Hong could catch his breath, two more fire bombs came from a distance.

In just a blink of an eye, it was right in front of me.

"It happened!"

He thought it was bad, and the next moment he was hit by a fire bomb on his wrist and calf.

“Bang!” “Crack~!”

There were sounds of explosions and breaking bones.

"Hi~!"

Ji Hong clenched his teeth, enduring the pain coming from both his upper and lower limbs. A trace of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked at Lin Mo, who had a smile on his face, with a hint of disbelief.

"This damage... at least reaches the damage of a 2nd-level mid-grade spell, right?!"

He wouldn't find it strange at all if Lin Mo was practicing advanced techniques.

After all, he is a genius on the Immortal List. Compared with ordinary disciples like him, he is naturally far inferior.

But the key is that the spells released by the opponent are like ordinary spells, but the proficiency and damage are surprisingly high.

"A newcomer who has only ascended for less than a month, and can release it without any hand gestures, how did he do it?"

He was shocked, but unfortunately Lin Mo did not give him a chance to think.

Soon, a series of fire bombs rushed towards him and he could only flee in panic.

Even though his cultivation was higher than Lin Mo's, and his true essence was stronger than Lin Mo's, he couldn't make hand gestures, so he couldn't attack. He could only keep urging his true essence to protect his body, and then passively take the beating.

ten minutes later……

He was not careful and his already injured calf was hit again, causing him to fall backwards without being able to stand.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

As expected, several deadly fire bombs followed and hit him accurately between the eyebrows.

"Bang bang bang!"

As several explosions sounded, he finally brought this frustrating battle to an end.

[Ring winner: Qingshan Zonglin Mo, points: +10]

[Ding! Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglin Mo for winning his 91st consecutive victory. ]

Five consecutive purple notices were refreshed on the stone notice board of the Sword Arena and were directly pinned to the top.

"Senior Brother Lin won, so fast!"

Pan Peng clenched his fists, his eyes a little excited.

"Unfortunately, it's much slower than Senior Sister Chu."

The errand disciple beside him added a sentence.

Just three minutes before Lin Mo won, Chu Wange won his first victory of the day.

Although this time difference is not half, it is not small.

"There's a chance!"

Pan Peng said directly:
"It's only three minutes. There are still nine rounds to go. There are so many variables. Who knows who will win!"

The audience around nodded and agreed with this statement.

After Lin Mo on the ring withdrew from the fight, he naturally saw Chu Wange, who had received the victory hint earlier than him.

Lin Mo's mind sank slightly, but he didn't hesitate and directly clicked on the next match. [Ding! We are matching you with a suitable opponent, please wait...]

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent Ke Hongbo, rank: Unknown (100 points)]

It’s another unknown rank!

Lin Mo looked at his rank on the panel. Ever since he had won ninety consecutive games, as he had expected, none of the opponents he encountered were weak.

However, for him at the moment, the focus is not how to defeat the opponent, but how to defeat the opponent faster.

Then I'll just have to try this again...

As the system countdown ended, Lin Mo pinched with one hand, and the Tianshui began to circulate rapidly in his body, and a layer of light mist covered his eyes.

The next second, the Lihuo magical power shot out from his hand again with a flick of his finger.

"Shhhhhh!"

The fire bombs were fired continuously, directly hitting the monk on the opposite side who was still making hand gestures.

So fast!

The audience in the stands were surprised again by Lin Mo's Fire Power, which was performed almost at zero frame rate.

"I just wanted to ask, what tier 2 spell can be cast without using hand gestures?"

Someone asked.

"Really? I almost didn't notice this. Why can't these fire bombs use magic?"

"It looks like the power is no less than that of a mid-level 2nd-grade spell."

“No, it should actually be a second-grade low-grade spell, but with the addition of Senior Brother Lin’s skills and the strange fire, plus the spell has reached perfection, it has the power that is not inferior to a second-grade mid-grade spell!”

"Awesome! Your analysis is so clear. I admire you!"

"Haha, it's okay. The Qingshan Sect forum has an analysis of Brother Lin's battle video."

"..."

While they were talking, Lin Mo fired several more fire bombs to take away his opponent, and the announcement on the sword arena was refreshed again:

[Ring winner: Qingshan Zonglin Mo, points: +10]

[Ding! Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglin Mo for winning his 92nd consecutive victory. ]

"It seems a little faster?"

Someone wondered.

"It's really fast. This one only took nine minutes."

There were people in the audience keeping track of the time.

"Fuck, there's a chance!"

The man shook his head and said, "But Chu Wange was also a little faster this time. It only took less than seven minutes."

Hearing this, many spectators in the stands couldn't help but smack their lips.

"I now understand why those cultivators of the same level were defeated by them in seconds. It feels like those of us who are at the third or fourth level of foundation building are like paper in front of them."

"Good fellow, he's only at the first level of foundation building, and he's treating the fourth level as a ferocious beast?"

"Hey, I was the top talent in the secular world back then. Who would have thought that the gap between people is even bigger than the gap between people and dogs?"

"You just know?"

"..."

As the audience discussed, the "speed race" between Lin Mo and Chu Wange was also in full swing.

The third game, the fourth game, the fifth game...

The two sides seemed to be competing secretly. In this game, Lin Mo saved another minute, and Chu Wange's sword was drawn thirty seconds faster.

The battles became more intense and ended faster than the last.

Towards the end, even the audience didn't have the heart to communicate.

Because before we have time to analyze this battle, we have already entered into the next one, with no gap in between.

Although Chu Wange was always in the lead, Lin Mo was also very close.

Just like what Pan Peng said before, it is still unknown who will win!

……

……

The main hall of Qingshan Sect Sword Academy, lobby office.

"What!? Chu Wange still couldn't shake off Lin Mo even though he was so fast!"

Xing Feichen's eyes widened and he looked at the sword academy disciple in front of him with an incredulous tone.

The Sword Academy disciple's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said:
"The gap between the two is less than three minutes, and it's still getting shorter!"

Xing Feichen gritted his teeth and said, "That's impossible. I've seen Lin Mo fight before. He shouldn't be that strong!"

The disciple of the Sword Academy asked, "Could it be that he encountered some strange adventure again?"

Xing Feichen said unhappily, "Is this your first day at the Taoist temple? He is not a child of luck, and he has only been in the sect for a few days? How can a chance encounter be so easy to obtain!?"

Sword Academy disciples: "..."

Xing Feichen stroked his forehead and said, "What about He Fei and the others?"

"Still in the process of matching..." said the Sword Academy disciple weakly.

"Forget it! Just keep staring!"

Xing Feichen waved his hands and said impatiently.

……

At the same time, in the deputy hall of the Sword Academy.

"Haha, this Lin Mo has indeed made a lot of progress. It seems that he must have had a fortuitous encounter."

Yan Nanfeng looked at the projection in front of him, which was playing a split-screen video of the battle between Lin Mo and Chu Wange.

Chu Wange summoned a flying sword that was so clear that it was almost transparent, and chased the cultivator at the fourth level of foundation building on the opposite side of the arena all over the arena.

Lin Mo also fired fire spells with his fingers, continuously bombarding his opponent on the ring, forcing him to flee in panic.

The two battles are similar in nature.

"Lin Mo actually obtained the inheritance of that lineage, this is incredible..."

Yan Nanfeng narrowed his eyes, looking at the spell in Lin Mo's hand that could be released without any hand gestures, and muttered.

After a moment, he asked Feng Geng who was standing beside him:
"Feng'er, who do you think will win in the end?"

Feng Geng calmly watched the live broadcast of the battle between the two sides and uttered three words in a calm tone:

"Junior Sister Chu."

(End of this chapter)