110: That's it? Next!

"Let the match begin!"

As Luo Qingcheng's cold voice fell, Yun Mu, who had been in a state of high tension, moved instantly.

"Die!"

A sharp light flashed in Yun Mu's eyes, and his footwork became unpredictable as he instantly transformed into an eerie afterimage.

This was not a movement technique of the Yaochi Holy Land, but a secret technique he had obtained from an ancient ruin in his previous life—"Flowing Cloud Steps."

Moving like the clouds, flickering and uncertain, it was extremely difficult for those in the same Realm to track.

At the same time, the longsword in his hand was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, aiming straight for Lu Yi's throat at an extremely tricky and unconventional angle!

"Clouds Sever the Azure Sky!"

This sword Move was created by a genius of the sword Dao three hundred years in the future. It specialized in breaking through Protective Aura and was tricky and ruthless; no one in this era had ever seen it, let alone knew how to counter it!

"Lu Yi, so what if you're an Undying Realm powerhouse suppressing your cultivation?"

"In terms of understanding Moves and combat experience, how could you possibly compare to me, who has lived two lives?!"

"Accept your defeat!!"

The blade tore through the air with a piercing whistle, approaching Lu Yi's throat in the blink of an eye.

However...

Facing this killing blow, Lu Yi stood motionless on the spot, not even batting an eyelid.

It wasn't until the cold tip of the sword was only three inches from his throat...

Lu Yi moved. He simply tilted his head slightly.

The movement was minimal, yet precise to the extreme.

*Sshhh—*

That fatal sword strike brushed past Lu Yi's neck, merely cutting off a single strand of hair falling by his ear.

Yun Mu's pupils constricted violently, and he was horrified:

"How is this possible?!"

Before he could change his Move, Lu Yi took advantage of the momentum to close in.

He drew close to Yun Mu just like that, completely unguarded.

In Lu Yi's deep eyes, Yun Mu saw thick playfulness and mockery.

"Tsk tsk..."

Lu Yi's somewhat lazy voice clearly reached Yun Mu's ears:

"Junior Sister, although this sword strike looks quite flashy, it's a pity... it's too slow."

"Too slow?!"

Yun Mu could hardly believe his ears.

This was a sword Move that transcended the era!

However, in the next second, Lu Yi's actions made him feel what true humiliation was.

Facing his opponent at close range, Lu Yi did not take the opportunity to strike a vital point, nor did he use any thunderous methods.

Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, curled his middle finger, and aimed it at Yun Mu's smooth and full forehead.

And then—

*Thwack!*

An extremely crisp sound rang out.

Lu Yi's finger flicked firmly against Yun Mu's forehead.

"Ah!"

A piercing pain instantly hit him. Yun Mu cried out in pain and stumbled back several steps.

He clutched his forehead, which had instantly swollen, tears almost welling up from the pain.

But what was even harder to accept than the pain was the overwhelming sense of shame!

A forehead flick?!

On such a serious stage, a life-and-death duel concerning the face of two sects, this guy actually flicked his forehead?!

How was this a match?

This was clearly an adult teasing a senseless child!

This was simply throwing his dignity on the ground, rubbing it in the dirt, and then stomping on it twice!

"You've gone too far!!"

The intense shame made Yun Mu's eyes turn completely red, and the string of his reason snapped at that moment.

"Lu Yi! I'm going to kill you!!"

He no longer held anything back. The Spiritual Qi in his body began to circulate frantically, no longer caring if he exposed his trump cards.

The various Divine Abilities and secret arts he had mastered in his previous life were poured out toward Lu Yi as if they cost nothing.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

For a moment, Sword Qi crisscrossed the stage, flames soared, and lightning intertwined.

The momentum was so grand that even the surrounding defensive barriers rippled.

However...

Amidst this sky-filling, dazzling offensive, Lu Yi still kept his hands behind his back, as if strolling leisurely in his own courtyard.

In Lu Yi's eyes, although Yun Mu's so-called "future Moves" were exquisite...

...under the absolute strength gap and the perception of the Star Immortal Body, they were like slow-motion replays, full of flaws.

While dodging, Lu Yi didn't stay idle and turned on "trash talk" mode:

"Junior Sister, haven't you eaten? Why is your strength so weak?"

"You! You're looking for death!"

Yun Mu was fuming with rage. The more he fought, the more anxious he became; the more anxious he was, the more chaotic his mind became, and his Moves grew increasingly messy and full of holes.

He felt as if he were punching a ball of cotton; not only did he fail to harm his opponent in the slightest, but he also had nowhere to vent his strength, making him so frustrated he wanted to cough up blood.

Even worse, under Lu Yi's shadow-like guidance and teasing, the Spiritual Qi in his body was draining away like a river bursting its banks.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The originally aggressive Yun Mu was now panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

The hand he held his sword with was trembling slightly, and the Spiritual Qi in his body was less than thirty percent.

*Huff... puff...*

Yun Mu panted heavily, his eyes showing more frustration than anger.

Even if the Realm was suppressed, the Spiritual Qi reserves were real.

"Out of strength already? I thought... you had some great ability. Turns out, is that it?"

"Not good!"

Yun Mu instantly felt the change in Lu Yi's Aura, and alarm bells rang in his heart as a sense of deadly crisis enveloped his whole body.

He knew Lu Yi didn't want to play anymore.

"I haven't lost yet!!"

In desperation, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Yun Mu's eyes.

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the longsword, attempting to burn his essence blood for a final stand!

"Too late."

Lu Yi coldly spat out two words.

He didn't use any flashy Moves or any Divine Abilities.

He simply and plainly raised his right hand and pushed forward with a palm strike.

This palm strike seemed slow, yet it seemed to seal off all of Yun Mu's retreats and covered the entire stage.

Within the palm wind was the Power of the Stars—which, although suppressed in Realm, was still terrifying in essence!

It was a gap in quality!

*Crack!*

A crisp sound.

The protective Spiritual Qi and sword Moves Yun Mu had desperately condensed were as fragile as thin paper before this palm, shattering instantly!

*Pfft—!*

Yun Mu only felt an overwhelming force surge into his body, as if his internal organs had been displaced.

He traced a miserable arc in the air and flew directly out of the stage area.

*Bang!*

A muffled thud.

Yun Mu fell heavily onto the hard ground below the stage, kicking up a cloud of dust and even sliding several meters before stopping.

The square, which had been bustling just a moment ago, instantly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief.

That Mu Yun, who had been so imposing with numerous techniques just now, had actually lost so decisively?

So... utterly powerless to fight back?

This was simply a one-sided teasing and crushing!

On the stage.

Lu Yi straightened his slightly disheveled lapels, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferently scanning the area, finally landing in the direction of the Yaochi Holy Land.

He calmly spat out three words:

"Next!"