76: Divine strength of 2 million jin

The Sword Qi containing Ji Mo's full-strength strike was truly terrifying.

Jiang Zhe's body was instantly split open, and blood sprayed out like a fountain.

Fortunately, his Physical Body was incomparably tough; had it been anyone else, they would have likely been blasted into powder by this terrifying Sword Qi, leaving not even a scrap behind.

Ji Mo did not hesitate for a moment, his figure flashing like lightning as he instantly arrived beside Jiang Zhe and tucked his Storage Ring into his pocket.

The Emperor watching from below witnessed this scene, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and blurted out in praise:

"This kid's Sword Dao cultivation is truly terrifying! To be able to kill a Martial Artist of a higher Realm with a single sword strike. The attacking power of a Sword Cultivator is truly not to be underestimated; even a Cultivator in the Void Shattering Realm would likely be injured under this sword strike if they were slightly careless."

Hearing the Emperor praising Ji Mo again, Chu Feng felt a mix of emotions, so depressed he felt like he was suffering internal injuries.

He watched the envious gazes of those around him turning toward himself, but only he knew the taste of it.

His heart was bitter; everything about Ji Mo now was like sharp thorns, pricking him painfully.

Ji Mo returned to the resting area full of joy and couldn't wait to take out Jiang Zhe's Storage Ring to check it.

Sure enough, inside the ring lay over a hundred profound heavy fruits, in addition to many Body Refining Spirit Medicines.

After all, Jiang Zhe was a Body Cultivator, so having these was within reason.

Ji Mo did not say a word, tossing the pile of Spirit Medicine into his inner space to refine them, and fed the profound heavy fruits into his mouth one by one.

As the medicinal power of the profound heavy fruits dissolved in his body, Ji Mo felt a massive force surging like a raging tide within him.

His strength climbed rapidly by increments of twenty thousand, "380,000, 400,000, 420,000..." When all the profound heavy fruits were eaten, Ji Mo's strength had actually reached nearly 2 million jin. However, towards the end, the effect of the profound heavy fruits gradually weakened.

And those Body Refining Spirit Medicines also played a huge role in strengthening Ji Mo's Physical Body.

This not only greatly increased his strength, but also provided an all-around enhancement to his body, allowing Ji Mo to better control and output this suddenly surging powerful force.

By the time Ji Mo finished this cultivation, this round of competition had already come to an end, and everyone entered the halftime break.

Those who lost in the competition were resurrected, and Jiang Zhe was among them.

When he caught Ji Mo's gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly turned his head away, lacking any of the arrogant and domineering demeanor he had when they first met.

The next competition was the top 20 to 10. Ji Mo had good luck, drawing a relatively ordinary Disciple, though this Disciple was a Sword Cultivator.

Ji Mo did not hesitate; with one move of the Sword Drawing and Heaven Slaying Technique, a simple strike sent that person straight to heaven, the whole process without a ripple.

Naturally, Ji Mo harvested another Storage Ring. What made Ji Mo happy was not only the cultivation resources but also two Intermediate Earth Rank sword techniques, the Sword of Thousand Prisons and the Floating Catkin Sword Technique, as well as a fragment of an Advanced Earth Rank sword technique, the "Four Seasons Sword Technique."

It was a slight pity that he hadn't run into that lecherous thief he had wanted to teach a lesson personally.

However, that lecherous thief's end was extremely miserable.

He had the bad luck of encountering that Fairy from the Jade Maiden Sect, and still having lecherous intentions, he foolishly tried to tease her. As a result, he was beaten up by the Fairy and finally killed in despair.

After this round of competition ended, the eunuch announced in a sharp voice:

"Everyone rest for an hour, after which we will conduct the next draw. The following competition will not be as easy as before; the remaining people are all elite talents from various sects."

After the selection, the personnel entering the next round were: Ji Mo and Zhou Hao of the Peerless Sect, Qi Tian and Dugu Fang of the Shenwu Sect, Moon Shadow of the Jade Maiden Sect, Pang Ban of the Fist Dao, Hu Feng of the Divine Blade Gate, Liu Shaoyu of the Fuhai Sect, and Yang Kun of the Qingyun Sect.

Ji Mo was the last to step forward to draw lots.

The eunuch handed the last number plate to Ji Mo, who flipped it over to see it was number 4.

Just at this moment, Ji Mo keenly sensed a gaze like a thorn in his back shooting toward him.

Looking over, it was actually Pang Ban of the Fist Dao.

Pang Ban held a token and walked toward Ji Mo with steady steps.

His tone carried an arrogance that disregarded everything, and he said coldly:

"Your luck is not very good; this competition will end here for you."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Ji Mo looked Pang Ban up and down. This person had an ordinary appearance and wore simple clothes, forming a sharp contrast with the magnificent armor on others, looking exactly like an ascetic Cultivator.

However, his pair of fists were truly extraordinary. At first glance, they did not look like flesh and blood, but rather like two naturally formed Treasure Artifacts, emitting a faint pressure.

Presumably, this must be the result of long-term cultivation of a Heaven-rank Cultivation Method for fists.

"Oh? You are quite confident. Who exactly gave you such confidence?"

Ji Mo responded with a slight provocation.

Upon hearing this, Pang Ban turned around abruptly, his eyes, which had been as calm as a deep pool, instantly erupted with a gaze like a ferocious beast, revealing endless cruelty and bloodlust.

Before Pang Ban could answer, a flash of light appeared, and all the contestants were teleported onto the arena.

The audience below saw this and began to discuss.

"To be honest, now that the competition has reached this point, except for the person who played against Qi Tian, it's really hard to say who will win and who will lose for the other contestants."

"For this match between Ji Mo and Pang Ban, I guess there is no suspense. The gap in strength between the two is still a bit big. Although Ji Mo is gifted and has strong Sword Intent, he is still young after all, and his cultivation is a major Realm lower than Pang Ban's. Being able to reach this point is truly amazing!"

Someone deeply agreed and added:

"That's right, I think so too. That Pang Ban has mastered a Heaven-rank Cultivation Method for fists, and every match has been a one-hit victory, completely crushing his opponents with pure strength. Although Ji Mo can be called a Prodigy, he is likely to be inauspicious this time; there is no chance."

"Sigh, a Heaven-rank Cultivation Method is a Heaven-rank Cultivation Method. If there is no corresponding level of technique to contend with it, there is no chance of winning at all. Ji Mo is bound to lose this time; I just hope he doesn't lose his conviction in the Martial Dao because of this."

At this time, in the VIP seats, the Emperor and a group of court officials, as well as the Sect Masters of various sects, were watching the match with full attention.

Although it was not the final, this contest was enough for people to see many tricks.

Pang Ban stared at Ji Mo with a beast-like gaze and said coldly:

"You had better admit defeat! Among everyone present, you are the youngest, and I actually quite appreciate you. I'll give you a chance to step down from the arena gracefully; otherwise, you will definitely be blasted into powder by me."

"As a Sword Cultivator, if I don't dare to draw my sword, am I still worthy of being called a Sword Cultivator? Less nonsense, let's fight!"

The corners of Ji Mo's mouth rose slightly, pretending to be cool for a moment.

In the VIP seats, the Sect Master of Fist Dao looked confident, his smile full of pride, and he said firmly:

"Ji Mo will definitely lose this time. No matter how you look at it, this is a crushing game without any suspense. I can only pray that after Ji Mo is killed in seconds and resurrected, he won't be depressed and sink completely."

Hearing this, other Sect Masters curiously turned their eyes toward him.