Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

The match was like being stuck in a quagmire, causing anxiety and remaining in a stalemate. Jun Luochuan and Mo Yunxuan were like two exhausted but still fiercely competitive beasts, locked in a stalemate on this intense battlefield, showing no sign of backing down.

Jun Luochuan knew perfectly well that if this dragged on indefinitely, he would surely fall into an abyss of no return. He took a deep breath, as if to draw all the power of the world into his chest, and quietly mobilized the spiritual power within him, which was like a sleeping dragon, preparing to unleash a shockingly powerful force at this critical moment.

Mo Yunxuan's extremely keen intuition, like a wolf smelling danger, instantly detected the subtle changes in Jun Luochuan's aura. Alarm bells rang in his mind, his tense mood was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, and he stared intently at Jun Luochuan like an eagle, daring not to relax for the slightest.

At that very moment, Mo Yunxuan, like a cunning fox, seized a fleeting opportunity and launched a fierce attack as fierce as a storm. The magical light, like a dazzling meteor shower, crashed down on Jun Luochuan with an overwhelming force capable of destroying everything.

Jun Luochuan's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as an unyielding blade, instantly turning cold and resolute. He swiftly dodged to the side, his movements as agile as a cheetah. However, the spell's power was simply too great; the aftershocks still lashed at him like merciless whips. A trickle of crimson blood escaped from the corner of Jun Luochuan's mouth, the bloodstain standing out starkly in the bright sunlight, like a badge of honor for his unyielding spirit.

"Jun Luochuan, you can't hold on any longer! Just admit defeat!" Mo Yunxuan shouted triumphantly, his voice like a piercing shriek, full of provocation and contempt.

Jun Luochuan slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his movements deliberate yet incredibly resolute, as if erasing a profound humiliation. He stared coldly at Mo Yunxuan, his gaze as icy as winter's frost: "This is only the beginning! The real battle has just officially begun!"

Watching Jun Luochuan get injured, Su Yao was frantic with worry, her heart feeling as if it were being scorched by a raging fire. She clenched her fists so tightly her nails almost dug into her flesh: "Jun Luochuan, come on! You can do it!"

When Jun Luochuan heard Su Yao's call filled with concern and expectation, a surging, unstoppable torrent seemed to surge in his heart.

"I absolutely cannot let her down! I absolutely cannot let her expectations vanish!" Jun Luochuan shouted wildly in his heart, his voice like rolling thunder, exploding deep within his soul.

He closed his eyes, recalling the arduous journey he had taken. The ridicule and sarcasm he had endured were like sharp daggers, piercing his heart time and time again; the disdainful glances from those who did not believe in him were like heavy shackles, weighing him down so much that he could hardly breathe.

"I will let everyone know that I, Jun Luochuan, am not a pushover to be bullied! I will make those who once looked down on me tremble!"

In an instant, a powerful aura, like a volcanic eruption, erupted from Jun Luochuan's body. Spiritual energy surged wildly around him like a raging vortex, stirring up an invisible storm.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a resolute glint flashing within them, a light that seemed to pierce through all darkness and obstacles.

"Take this!" Jun Luochuan roared, his voice like a thunderous dragon's cry, shaking the entire arena. He unleashed an extremely powerful spell, its light instantly illuminating the entire arena, as if pulling the dark world into daylight. The immense power caused Mo Yunxuan's face to turn deathly pale.

He tried to resist, frantically mobilizing all his spiritual power to build a defensive barrier. But the power was too strong, too surging, like an unstoppable torrent, and it sent him flying.

The audience was stunned into silence; for a moment, the arena was completely still, as if time had frozen. Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if they had been frozen in place.

Then, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted, as if the earth were collapsing.

"Jun Luochuan, Jun Luochuan!" The shouts rose higher and higher, as if they were going to completely overturn the entire arena.

Su Yao was so excited that she jumped up like a happy little bird, her eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

Jun Luochuan stood in the center of the arena, like an invincible war god, radiating an aura of majesty and glory that was impossible to look directly at...

End of this chapter