12: Section 12

"Regardless of the outcome, the victor will claim all of the loser's possessions, and all grievances between them will be settled... Have you both heard clearly?"

On the stage, a referee announced the rules.

The two nodded.

"Since that is the case... then let the battle begin!"

As his voice fell,

A sudden bell rang out.

This signified that the deathmatch had officially begun!

On the stage,

Zhao Feng stood with his sword: "Beg for mercy now, and only cripple your Cultivation, and I may yet spare your life. Otherwise..."

"You talk too much!"

Chu Mo interrupted him, speaking indifferently: "Make your move quickly!"

This attitude infuriated Zhao Feng.

"Stubborn fool, if you seek death, don't blame anyone else!"

With that said,

He immediately launched a fierce attack. His figure flashed, and his palm formed a claw, reaching for Chu Mo.

He was a True Spirit Realm Seventh Level Martial Artist, very powerful.

Although Chu Mo was also in the True Spirit Realm, Zhao Feng believed he had only just broken through. With this one claw, he was certain to capture him easily.

However,

Just as he was about to grab Chu Mo,

Clang!

Suddenly,

The sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath rang out, and then a cold glint arrived in an instant, carrying a sharp edge, striking towards Zhao Feng.

Its speed was so great that Zhao Feng felt his scalp tingle.

Without time to think, he quickly dodged, but ultimately failed to completely avoid it.

His arm was pierced, and blood gushed out.

"You seek death!"

Suffering such an injury made Zhao Feng's face contort in rage.

That previous sword strike was as swift as lightning. If he hadn't quickly dodged in an emergency, that sword would have severed his head.

To think that he, a dignified True Spirit Realm Seventh Level Martial Artist, would be injured, and even almost killed, by a Martial Artist who had just entered the True Spirit Realm—how could this not fill him with both shock and fury?

Although his left arm was injured, causing a slight reduction in his strength, he was still a True Spirit Realm Martial Artist!

Now, fueled by anger, his entire body's Origin Qi surged, like a volcanic eruption, carrying immense power as he lunged at Chu Mo.

"What a pity!"

Chu Mo thought to himself.

He had initially thought that this sword strike could take advantage of the opponent's underestimation and directly kill him.

But a True Spirit Realm Seventh Level Martial Artist was not an easy opponent after all. He subconsciously dodged, avoiding the fatal blow.

But... that was all there was to it.

Although Zhao Feng was in the True Spirit Realm Seventh Level, the Dao foundation he had forged was not good. After a brief exchange, Chu Mo knew that this person's true strength was not as good as his own.

Thinking of this,

He no longer held back his strength, directly activating his Origin Qi, and simultaneously unleashed the Pure Yang Swordplay.

The sword was like a Dragon, carrying terrifying sharpness, sweeping out like a bolt of white silk.

Clang!

Sword and palm met, and Zhao Feng immediately staggered, retreating repeatedly.

Chu Mo, however, remained motionless.

"This is impossible!"

Zhao Feng's face was filled with shock, almost disbelief: "How could you have broken my Sky-Rending Claw!"

He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing and cried out in alarm.

Chu Mo paid him no mind.

Only the Pure Yang Swordplay was wielded with increasing ferocity by him, as streaks of cold light whistled out, erupting like a river of stars pouring down from the heavens!

Facing such an offensive, Zhao Feng had no power to resist at all, only able to continuously block.

Finally,

After more than ten moves,

Chu Mo seized an opportunity, stabbing his sword into Zhao Feng's body, causing the opponent to stagger. Then, the sword light flashed, landing on his neck.

Pfft!

Accompanied by a muffled sound, a head flew off, gushing blood.

The body fell to the ground, no longer moving.

"Phew..."

After slaying Zhao Feng, Chu Mo let out a long breath.

This was his first time fighting a True Spirit Realm Martial Artist. He had expected some difficulty, but the result was so simple, which surprised him a little.

But upon careful thought, he understood.

congenital pure yang bone!

The Dao foundation not only determined a Martial Artist's future growth limit but also determined their strength!

A Martial Artist who forged a superior Dao foundation would naturally be stronger than a Martial Artist who forged an ordinary Dao foundation at the same Realm.

Because the quality of their Origin Qi and even the foundation of their Physical Body would be different!

Chu Mo forged a top-tier Dao foundation with the congenital pure yang bone, so his Origin Qi was inherently purer than that of ordinary Martial Artists, and his Dao foundation was also more profound. Coupled with the small Realm gap between him and Zhao Feng,

This was why he was able to slay him so easily!

"So, an ordinary True Spirit Realm Seventh Level Martial Artist will be powerless against me!"

"And even True Spirit Realm Eighth Level or even Ninth Level Martial Artists can be fought!"

"But this is only when encountering ordinary Martial Artists. If I encounter some experienced True Spirit Realm Martial Artists, or Geniuses, I might be a little outmatched!"

Chu Mo thought to himself.

"Deathmatch over, Chu Mo wins!"

At this moment, the referee announced the result.

And as the sound rang out,

Chu Mo regained his senses, a look of anticipation in his eyes.

In a deathmatch on the life-and-death arena, the victor could obtain all of the loser's possessions.

Now that Zhao Feng was dead, this meant that he would soon obtain all of the opponent's accumulated wealth.

"It's time for the harvest!"

Chapter 11: Great Harvest, Mixed Origin Dao Embryo!

More than ten bottles of Medicinal Pills, exuding powerful Spiritual Qi fluctuations, showcased their quality.

There were also many Spiritual Plants and Spiritual Roots, placed in jade boxes.

There were also several Spiritual Guiding Items, each with circulating Daorhyme and extraordinary aura, clearly not ordinary items.

Finally, there were some Spirit Stones and various miscellaneous Cultivation resources, piled up into a small mountain, dazzling to the eye.

These

were all of Zhao Feng's possessions.

Chu Mo began to inspect them one by one.

First, there were some Spirit Pills, a total of fourteen bottles. Most of them were second-grade Qi replenishing pills, which True Spirit Realm Martial Artists could take to supplement their Origin Qi and aid in Cultivation.

The rest were some healing Medicinal Pills.

Next were the Spiritual Guiding Items, a total of six types. Although they were all of lower quality, Chu Mo estimated that they could still sell for several thousand Spirit Stones.

As for the Spiritual Plants, Chu Mo didn't recognize most of them, but judging by the Spiritual Qi they emitted, they were likely quite valuable.