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The disciples watching gradually realized this as well, and they held their breath and watched the competition quietly.

Even the disciples who had been discussing the matter fell silent. Everyone understood that the two were preparing to reveal their trump cards.

High-level combat consumes a great deal of spiritual energy. After four or five moves, Lin Yitang only had 30% of her spiritual energy left.

She was breathing heavily, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. She looked at Mo Ziheng opposite her and realized he wasn't in much better shape. Both of them were nearing their limits.

Just then, Mo Ziheng suddenly laughed, his smile carrying a profound meaning.

He began, "Junior Sister Lin, I'm actually quite curious, why did you choose to fight me?"

Lin Yitang frowned, puzzled by his question. She said calmly, "Isn't it normal to accept a challenge? What's there to be curious about?"

Mo Ziheng shook his head and said, "No, I can tell you're not someone who's interested in words like 'first' or 'strongest.' Knowing that fighting me is in someone else's interest, why did you accept?"

"Since there's no need to fight, why not refuse? You should know from the last test that we were just pawns being pushed around by the Anti-Lin Alliance, objects being used."

"To be honest, I struggled with the decision of whether or not to accept these people's requests for a long time. As the one being targeted, you should be even more dissatisfied with this arranged competition than I am."

"So why you accepted this competition without refusing is indeed something that intrigues me."

Lin Yitang didn't expect that Mo Ziheng was thinking about this issue.

She calmly replied, "You're right. I didn't want to fight for the Anti-Lin Alliance in the first place. Actually, whether or not there was an Anti-Lin Alliance, I would have agreed to this match. Seeing your strength was part of it, but the biggest reason I agreed to the match was because of a friend."

Mo Ziheng raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Friends?"

Lin Yitang said, "Yes, a cultivator you have hurt. He hopes I can defeat you and avenge him."

Mo Ziheng rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought. Finally, he shook his head: "There's nothing I can do. I've made enemies and harmed far too many people to remember them all."

"However, if it is that friend who asked you to defeat me, then when you go back, remember to tell him that if he wants revenge next time, he should work hard to improve his cultivation and then fight me fair and square."

Having said that, Mo Ziheng suddenly swung his longsword, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Alright. Enough with the small talk, it's time to show off. Junior Sister Lin, I know you didn't go all out in this match, I hope this final move will open my eyes."

Lin Yitang remained expressionless and replied calmly, "Likewise."

As he finished speaking, his aura gradually increased.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Yitang and Mo Ziheng finally made their move.

Mo Ziheng moved, his body crackling with lightning, and the longsword in his hand hummed incessantly.

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded out of nowhere, and lightning bolts, like dragons, condensed at the tip of the sword, forming a thunder dragon totem.

The thunder dragon totem was incredibly lifelike, baring its fangs and claws, as if it were about to soar into the sky at any moment. With a sudden thrust of his longsword, the thunder dragon totem, carrying a world-destroying force, roared as it charged towards Lin Yitang.

At the same time, Lin Yitang also made a completely different hand gesture than before, and a golden light appeared in her hand.

For a moment, in everyone's eyes, the entire arena was filled with Mo Ziheng's Thunder Dragon.

The thunder dragon roared and writhed, every scale flashing with blinding lightning, as if it could tear the heavens and earth apart. Rolling thunder surrounded it, its aura terrifying and inspiring awe.

The audience was stunned; they never expected that Senior Brother Mo would have mastered such a powerful new move.

It's important to understand that any dragon-form spell is no simple magic. This technique might even be the most advanced swordsmanship within the Taique Sect!

Unexpectedly, Mo Ziheng has become even stronger after some time apart. The power of this move seems to be even stronger than the Nine Revolutions Thunderclap.

On the other hand, Lin Yitang found herself with nothing in front of her.

After she made a hand seal that emitted a golden light, there were no further unusual movements, not even a trace of spiritual energy appeared.

Seeing this, many inner disciples burst into laughter.

"Haha, what's wrong with Senior Sister Lin? Did you try to cast a spell but failed?"

"Failure to cast spells is common, but to fail to cast a spell in a contest with Senior Brother Mo is truly laughable."

"Senior Sister Lin is really finished this time. Senior Brother Mo's move was so powerful, yet she couldn't even unleash a decent attack. How is she supposed to fight like this?"

They laughed at Lin Yitang for overestimating herself, failing to cast a spell in her contest with Senior Brother Mo. They thought Lin Yitang was completely out of the game and would definitely be crushed by Mo Ziheng!

Amidst the laughter, only Mo Ziheng remained silent.

Instead of being relieved by Lin Yitang's "failed spell," his expression became even more solemn.

As Lin Yitang's opponent, he knew perfectly well that his opponent would not make such a basic mistake. The more skilled a person is, the better they know how to conceal their strength, and the less likely they are to reveal a weakness.

While others thought it was Lin Yitang's mistake, Mo Ziheng was more inclined to believe it was a setup by the other party.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the arena, trying to find traces of Lin Yitang's hidden spells. At the same time, the lightning dragon in his hand did not stop because of his suspicions; instead, it followed its predetermined trajectory and attacked Lin Yitang with lightning speed.

The scale and speed of this Thunder Dragon attack were so great that even someone with Lin Yitang's agility could not completely dodge it and could only choose to take it head-on!

Just as Lei Long was rapidly approaching Lin Yitang and about to reach her head, suddenly, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, the arcs of electricity on the Thunder Dragon's body spread outwards, as if an invisible force was pulling them along.

In an instant, the lightning that had condensed into the shape of a dragon began to scatter and become chaotic, as if it had encountered some irresistible interference. The lightning on the dragon's body flew everywhere, some even backfiring on itself.

This bizarre scene left everyone wide-eyed, staring in disbelief at what was happening on the ring.

They couldn't understand why Mo Ziheng's Thunder Dragon Technique had suddenly gone out of control.

As the electric arc spread, the Thunder Dragon's form began to blur. Its body, which was originally as thick as a water vat, now appeared thinner, and its imposing presence weakened.

At this critical moment, Lin Yitang smiled faintly.

It was just as she expected!

The spells she cast earlier weren't ineffective; she was simply waiting for the right moment.