Nine Dragons Supreme God

Once Mo Xinyi stepped onto the stage, there was no reason for her to back down.

Now, Mo Xinyi is fighting not only for the family's mining rights, but also for the honor of the Mo family!

With Mo Yihan's instruction, her tense emotions calmed down.

It's as if as long as the head of the family is behind them, they have nothing to fear from anyone.

"Although Meng An ranks tenth in the body refining realm of the Meng family, his swordsmanship is among the best of the younger generation of the Meng family. Mo Xinyi is also skilled in combat, so she will definitely not last a single move against Meng An."

Meng Shirong stroked his white beard and said calmly, as if his prediction was the outcome of this battle.

"Senior Meng, it seems that this generation of the Meng family's younger generation is on par with my Jin family..."

Jin Yongbin also said with a smile: "The Meng family and the Jin family are evenly matched. The final battle will probably be between Jin Dongliang and Meng Zhiyong. As for the mediocre talents of the Mo family, they are not even on the same level as our two families."

Jin Jingsong and Meng Shirong both nodded slightly in agreement.

As Kim Young-bin said, the younger generation of the Mo family is really too weak.

"Looks like I'll have to take action to bring you to your senses."

Meng An sneered, and his aura burst forth instantly, revealing him to be at the seventh level of Body Refinement!

With a "whoosh," Meng An used his lightness skill to appear in front of Mo Xinyi in the blink of an eye. As he trembled his long sword, he stirred up a series of sword flowers, as dense as a rain of pear blossoms.

This caused Mo Xinyi's expression to change, making her appear somewhat flustered and hurried.

"Fire Cloud Fist!"

As Meng An's figure drew closer, Mo Xinyi desperately tried to recall the martial arts taught by Mo Yihan. Then, she closed her eyes and hastily made her move, somewhat unwilling to accept the outcome of the battle.

Although she had mastered the Fiery Cloud Fist to a certain extent, she had absolutely no experience in actual combat.

However, even Mo Xinyi herself probably didn't expect that at this moment, a scorching energy suddenly enveloped her bare fist. In Meng An's eyes, Mo Xinyi was like someone who suddenly and fiercely attacked, and a raging hot wind suddenly rushed towards him, causing his expression to change drastically and catching him off guard!

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, a loud bang rang out. It was as if a stream of fire-type spiritual power had pierced through Meng An's chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his chest exploded open.

The mangled figure was sent flying backward in an instant, crashing heavily out of the arena and onto the ground with a thud.

Looking at Meng An again, he had already rolled his eyes back, was foaming at the mouth, and then fainted, looking utterly pathetic.

At this moment, the martial arts square, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, fell into an eerie silence.

The tens of thousands of audience members present stared wide-eyed at the scene unfolding on the stage in disbelief.

One punch!

Mo Xinyi, who was expected to lose, actually knocked Meng An, who had extraordinary swordsmanship, off the stage with just one punch, leaving him unconscious!

This is completely the opposite of what they imagined!

This caused everyone present to gasp in shock.

When did Mo Xinyi become so amazing?

On the podium, the smiles of Jin Yongbin, Jin Jingsong, and Meng Shirong instantly froze on their faces, and they could no longer smile.

Meng Shirong's lips twitched slightly. He glared at Meng An with a look of utter disappointment and said angrily, "What a useless and troublesome fellow! Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, yet this kid is so careless!"

The silent martial arts square was suddenly filled with Meng Shirong's furious voice, and everyone immediately reacted.

Was it really Meng An who was careless?

Thinking about it, it makes sense. Meng An's carefree attitude just now made it seem like he was just there to have fun. He certainly wouldn't use his full strength at the start of the battle. Who would have thought that Mo Xinyi had learned a powerful martial art from somewhere and directly blasted him off the stage?

Although Meng An's failure was largely due to carelessness, everyone had to admit that Mo Xinyi was indeed much stronger than the other members of the Mo family.

"Xinyi, well done! That was so satisfying!"

Having previously faced suppression and ridicule from the Jin and Meng families, Mo Lie had long harbored resentment.

Mo Xinyi's victory over her opponent in one move is a great honor for the Mo family.

However, the Mo family disciples were also puzzled: how did Mo Xinyi, who used to only have flashy but ineffective skills, suddenly become so powerful?

Many eyes turned to Mo Yihan's retreating figure, and most of the Mo family disciples immediately understood what was going on.

So he really is the head of the family?

Therefore, many Mo family disciples are increasingly looking forward to the official opening of the Martial Pavilion.

"I...I won?"

After a while of silence, Mo Xinyi opened her eyes somewhat uncertainly, looking left and right. Her beautiful eyes finally settled on Meng An, who was lying unconscious in the audience, and she was immediately stunned.

"This fight has only just begun. Who knocked Meng An off the stage? This is a one-on-one duel! Isn't this breaking the rules...?"

Although Mo Xinyi's questioning voice was very soft, everyone present immediately clutched their chests and forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and all rolled their eyes at Mo Xinyi.

Is this girl genuinely ignorant, or is she pretending not to understand?

If it's an act, then the acting skills are just too superb, aren't they?

"Patriarch, could it be you?" Mo Xinyi blinked and looked at Mo Yihan.

Mo Yihan remained expressionless, turned his gaze to the podium, and said calmly, "Isn't it time to announce the results?"

Jin Yongbin, who had been stunned for a moment, quickly regained his composure, coughed lightly, and announced: "Although luck played a major role, Mo An has indeed lost. In this battle, Mo Xinyi of the Mo family wins!"

Seeing that Meng An's clothes were charred, Mo Xinyi realized that this must have been caused by her using the Fire Cloud Fist. However, even Mo Xinyi herself could hardly believe that the Fire Cloud Fist, a mere Yellow-level low-grade martial art, could exert such tremendous power.

"I won! I really won!"

Unable to contain her excitement, Mo Xinyi cheered and jumped for joy.

"Patriarch, I did not disappoint you, I really won!"

Looking at the elated Mo Xinyi, the elders of the Mo family also cast gratified glances at her, while inwardly marveling at how much more capable the family head was at nurturing people than they had imagined.

Although Mo Xinyi stumbled upon it by accident, she had to admit that the power of the Fiery Cloud Fist was several times stronger than that of an ordinary martial artist.

"The sixth match is between Mo Yunfei of the Mo family and Jin Cairen of the Jin family."

Kim Young-bin has regained his composure; an occasional accident doesn't necessarily mean anything.

"Yunfei, you must not bring shame to the Mo family!"

Mo Yunyang gazed at his younger brother and said with a serious expression.