Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

On the field, the fierce battle between Jun Luochuan and Mo Yunxuan had reached a fever pitch, like two trapped beasts fighting desperately on the edge of life and death. Their auras flickered like candles in a storm, yet they remained as firmly rooted to each other as nails, their eyes burning with an indomitable flame that seemed to want to incinerate the other into ashes.

Jun Luochuan was breathing heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his face like broken pearls, yet his eyes shone like stars in the cold night, resolute and sharp. He was silently calculating in his mind, like a meticulously crafted abacus: this battle had to be won quickly, otherwise, dragging it out like a slow poison would be a fatal threat to him.

Mo Yunxuan's face was equally grim. He never expected Jun Luochuan to be so formidable. He had already used all his strength, launching a barrage of attacks, yet he still couldn't defeat him. But his unwilling heart burned like a fireball, and he secretly vowed to fight to the last breath, even if it meant mutual destruction, he would never let Jun Luochuan win this contest.

The surrounding audience was frozen in place, holding their breath. The entire arena was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two powerful figures like spotlights. The tense atmosphere seemed to freeze the air, and everyone was anxiously waiting for the final outcome to be revealed.

Su Yao stood below the stage, her hands clenched tightly together as if gripped by iron clamps, sweat trickling down her palms like a gentle stream. Her heart pounded like a war drum, threatening to leap from her throat and break free of its restraints. Her eyes were fixed on Jun Luochuan like magnets, and she silently prayed, "Jun Luochuan, you must return victorious!"

Jun Luochuan took a deep breath, as if replenishing the fuel of a rocket about to run out of fuel, adjusted his state, and then slowly raised the magical artifact in his hand. The artifact seemed to be a sleeping dragon awakening, flashing with dazzling light, as if it contained endless power capable of splitting the heavens and earth.

Seeing this, Mo Yunxuan was not to be outdone. He put his hands together and chanted incantations, the sound of which sounded like a mysterious spell. The surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him like a tidal wave.

"Jun Luochuan, take this!" Mo Yunxuan shouted in a booming voice, then thrust his hands forward with a powerful magical beam that shot towards Jun Luochuan like a cannonball.

Jun Luochuan's eyes narrowed, like a raptor locking onto its prey, and he fearlessly charged forward. He swung the magical artifact in his hand, and a beam of equally powerful light shot out instantly, like lightning ripped through the night sky, colliding with Mo Yunxuan's spell.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the entire arena, as if the earth itself were howling in fury. Lights intertwined, forming a massive sphere of energy that expanded and contracted relentlessly, like a ravenous beast ready to devour everything around it.

Jun Luochuan and Mo Yunxuan gritted their teeth, like riders desperately gripping the reins, straining their spiritual power to try and suppress each other. Their bodies trembled slightly, their faces showing pain, like prisoners being tortured, but neither showed any sign of backing down, like two towering, unyielding mountains.

Just then, Jun Luochuan suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure coming from Mo Yunxuan's magic, and he secretly thought that something was wrong.

"Am I destined to perish here today? No, I refuse to accept this!" Jun Luochuan roared in his heart like a lion.

He desperately mobilized the last bit of spiritual power within his body, feeling as if he were digging out a treasure buried deep underground and pouring it into the magical artifact. The light on the artifact instantly became even more dazzling, like a newly born blazing sun, gradually suppressing Mo Yunxuan's magic.

Mo Yunxuan was shocked by what he saw, as if he were witnessing the end of the world. He never expected that Jun Luochuan would have such unfathomable power.

"No, I can't lose!" Mo Yunxuan increased his spiritual power output again, like a machine spinning wildly, and the two sides were once again locked in a stalemate.

Time ticked by, and both of them were nearing the limit of their physical and spiritual strength. But they continued to struggle on, neither willing to be the first to fall, like resilient grass swaying in a storm but refusing to break.

Just when everyone thought the battle would end in a draw, Jun Luochuan suddenly unleashed a power that shook heaven and earth.

"Break!" Jun Luochuan roared like thunder, and the light from the magic weapon in his hand burst forth like Supernova, instantly shattering Mo Yunxuan's magic and causing it to vanish into thin air.

Mo Yunxuan was struck as if by a tremendous force, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

"puff!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper, as if all his life force had been drained away.

Jun Luochuan, due to the excessive consumption of spiritual energy, knelt on one knee, panting heavily like a broken bellows.

But a victorious smile appeared on his face, a smile as warm as the spring sun breaking through the ice.

"I won..." Jun Luochuan murmured to himself, his voice soft, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted outside the stadium.

"Jun Luochuan! Jun Luochuan!"

Su Yao jumped up excitedly, like a joyful bird, her eyes filled with tears of excitement that rolled down like sparkling pearls.

She rushed onto the field without hesitation and threw herself into Jun Luochuan's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"You're amazing! I knew you could win!" Su Yao said excitedly, her voice trembling with excitement.

Looking at Su Yao in his arms, Jun Luochuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"For your sake, I cannot lose," Jun Luochuan said softly, his voice so gentle it seemed to melt anyone's heart.

Just then, a discordant sound rang out, like a sharp fishbone piercing the joyful atmosphere.

"Humph, it's just good luck."

Everyone turned to look and saw a man dressed in fine clothes strolling over, his face showing a disdainful expression, as if he were wearing an ugly mask.

Jun Luochuan frowned. He recognized the man; he was a master from another sect named Lin Yu.

"Lin Yu, what are you dissatisfied with?" Jun Luochuan said coldly, his voice seemingly able to instantly lower the surrounding temperature.

"If you're so capable, then fight me," Lin Yu challenged, his tone as arrogant as a wolf.

Jun Luochuan stood up, ready to fight.

Su Yao stopped him.

"Don't mind him. You just finished a match and need to rest," Su Yao said, her voice full of concern.

Jun Luochuan looked at Su Yao and nodded.

"Lin Yu, I don't have the energy to fight you today. Let's fight another day," Jun Luochuan said, his tone firm and unquestionable.

Lin Yu sneered.

"Hmph, coward."

After saying that, he turned and strode away, his back view resembling that of a defeated rooster.

Jun Luochuan was not angered by his words. He knew that true strength speaks for itself.

"Let's go." Jun Luochuan took Su Yao's hand and left the arena, his back view firm and composed.

This battle made Jun Luochuan's name resound throughout the land, but it also brought him more unknown challenges...

End of this chapter