Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

Jun Luochuan's earth-shattering explosion on the field was like a dazzling shooting star streaking across the night sky, leaving everyone utterly stunned. However, the storm of this match did not subside like the tide. After suffering such a thunderous blow, how could his opponent, Mo Yunxuan, be willing to admit defeat? Like a defeated and trapped beast, he roared madly in the abyss of his heart.

Mo Yunxuan, this always proud and arrogant opponent, after that brief moment of disarray, felt an even more intense fighting spirit and resentment burning in his eyes, like a raging fire that wanted to incinerate everything. He gritted his teeth and secretly vowed in his heart: "I will make Jun Luochuan pay a heavy price for his victory just now!"

Jun Luochuan stood proudly in the center of the arena, like an invincible war god. The sunlight gently shone on his face, gilding his resolute features with a dazzling golden edge. But he was not blinded by this momentary victory. His keen intuition told him that Mo Yunxuan was not one to give up easily.

At this moment, Mo Yunxuan retreated to a corner of the arena, like a wounded lone wolf, beginning to adjust his disordered breathing and regroup his seemingly exhausted spiritual energy. His face no longer held the previous smugness and arrogance, replaced by a resolute determination as deep as the night. His eyes blazed with fury, his anger like surging magma: "Jun Luochuan, this time, I will definitely make you utterly defeated!"

The surrounding audience was still immersed in Jun Luochuan's wonderful and picturesque performance. They were discussing it enthusiastically and eagerly, like baby birds waiting to be fed, hoping for more surprises.

Su Yao stood below the stage, her face beaming with a proud and excited smile as radiant as spring flowers. But in her bright eyes, a subtle worry, as delicate as a spider's thread, was also subtly revealed. She knew that Mo Yunxuan was no ordinary person, and this thrilling competition was far from over.

After a short yet long rest, Mo Yunxuan once again stepped onto the smoke-filled arena. His steps were firm and powerful, each step like a heavy hammer striking a drum, carrying an unwavering determination.

Jun Luochuan looked at the returning Mo Yunxuan, who was now full of arrogance, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, a faint, disdainful smile like a gentle breeze: "What, still not giving up, trying to shake a tree like an ant?"

Mo Yunxuan snorted coldly, his voice as icy and biting as the north wind in winter: "Jun Luochuan, don't get too cocky. The real showdown between the best and worst has only just begun!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yunxuan's hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals and chanting incantations that sounded like mysterious spells. Instantly, a powerful, tornado-like surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body, forming a massive, bottomless vortex of spiritual power. The atmosphere in the arena suddenly became suffocatingly tense; everyone held their breath, as if time had frozen in that moment.

Jun Luochuan keenly sensed the overwhelming pressure, but he remained calm and composed, like a steadfast rock in a raging storm. He narrowed his sharp, hawk-like eyes, carefully observing Mo Yunxuan's every move, like a seasoned hunter preparing to meet the fierce attack that was about to come.

Mo Yunxuan roared, and the vortex of spiritual energy swept towards Jun Luochuan like a wild horse. Wherever it passed, the air howled sharply, like the wails of ghosts and wolves.

Jun Luochuan's figure flashed, like a ghost teleporting, swiftly dodging the fierce and unparalleled attack. But Mo Yunxuan did not give him any chance to catch his breath, and then unleashed a series of dazzling spells like fireworks. For a moment, the arena was filled with flashing light, like a dreamlike galaxy, and spells flew like swirling snowflakes.

The two exchanged blows, their battle reaching a fever pitch, like a collision of planets, incredibly intense. Every attack they launched contained earth-shattering power, and every defense displayed exquisite skill.

Just then, Mo Yunxuan suddenly changed tactics. He pretended to attack Jun Luochuan from the front, but at the critical moment, like a cunning fox, he suddenly turned around and launched a sneak attack on Jun Luochuan's back.

Jun Luochuan sensed the danger, but it was too late to completely evade it. His shoulder was struck by Mo Yunxuan's magic, and a sharp pain, like an electric shock, instantly spread throughout his body.

Su Yao, sitting in the audience, couldn't help but gasp in surprise, her voice like a cuckoo crying blood: "Jun Luochuan!"

Jun Luochuan gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, but his eyes showed no fear, burning like a torch: "These petty tricks can't hurt me in the slightest!"

He once again mobilized the spiritual power within his body, which was like a sleeping dragon, and the wounds on his body began to heal at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that his sneak attack had failed to achieve the desired effect, Mo Yunxuan grew increasingly anxious, like an ant on a hot pan. He began to attack frantically and recklessly, trying to gain the upper hand before Jun Luochuan could recover, looking like a madman who had lost his mind.

However, Jun Luochuan remained as calm as an iceberg. He skillfully used his magic and agile movements to defuse Mo Yunxuan's storm of attacks time and time again with effortless ease.

In the midst of the fierce battle, time flew by like a fleeting moment. Jun Luochuan gradually gained the upper hand, and Mo Yunxuan's physical and spiritual strength began to show obvious signs of exhaustion, like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Jun Luochuan seized the opportunity and unleashed his strongest spell. The light, like the dawn, instantly illuminated the entire arena. A dazzling light flashed, and Mo Yunxuan was blasted away like a cannonball by the powerful force, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"This... how is this possible..." Mo Yunxuan's face was full of disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible sight in the world. He never expected that he would be defeated by Jun Luochuan again.

Jun Luochuan slowly walked up to Mo Yunxuan, looking down at him like a king surveying all living beings: "I told you, in front of me, you are nothing but a clown."

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted outside the stadium, and Jun Luochuan once again became the focus of everyone's attention, like the most dazzling star in the night sky.

Su Yao excitedly ran onto the field, like a joyful little deer, and threw herself into Jun Luochuan's warm embrace: "You're amazing!"

Jun Luochuan smiled gently, like a spring breeze, and patted Su Yao's back lightly.

Just as everyone was cheering for Jun Luochuan's victory, a mysterious figure appeared in a corner of the arena. His gaze was fixed on Jun Luochuan like a venomous snake, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

Jun Luochuan seemed to have noticed the strange gaze as well. He frowned slightly, a ripple of unease rising in his heart.

End of this chapter