Mo Tian and Young Master Zhao faced each other from a distance.
Under the stage, thousands of students have gathered, including the white-haired principal and some instructors.
The white-haired principal and others did not want to see Young Master Zhao take action, but their eyes were fixed on Mo Tian. They wanted to see what means this student, who was only in the late martial arts apprenticeship, could kill an orc who was not weaker than Young Master Zhao.
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"I'll give you ten minutes to get familiar with this sword." Mo Tian stepped aside.
Zhao had never seen Mo Tian like this, and his heart felt a little heavier, as if he was being suppressed by invisible pressure.
Zhao Shao did not refuse and started to warm his sword while crossing his legs.
Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes suddenly.
If we say, before Wen Jian, this sword could increase his strength by 50%.
At this moment, it can increase by at least 70%.
"Be careful." Zhao Shao shouted sharply, the sword in his hand glowed with silver, and a swipe of sword light shot out.
brush.
The sword light fell in front of Mo Tian and then disappeared, being directly defended by Mo Tian's physical body.
At this point, the white-haired principal and others suddenly stood up from their seats, with panic on their faces.
That sword was enough to seriously injure a mid-level warrior, but it didn't break Mo Tian's physical defense.
The little sword king didn't care about the result of the first strike, he was even more proud of the second strike.
Double ring sword.
This is the little sword king's best sword skill. One sword sets one sword, and the power is doubled.
Snapped.
Just when the little sword king used the second sword of the double-ringed sword, the sword edge was suddenly deflected. The little sword king's face darkened, he felt bad, and his sword moves were seen through.
The little sword king was not discouraged. He poured blood into the sword crazily and stabbed straight towards Mo Tian.
There was nothing fancy about this sword, and the Little Sword King didn't expect it to be effective. He just waited for Mo Tian to dodge, find the flaw, and score a hit.
boom.
Mo Tian only used one palm, which was the most ordinary tiger coming out of the mountain. The condensed palm print was not outstanding at all, but it blocked the straight sword attack of the Little Sword King.
"Back to Basics."
When the little sword king saw this palm print, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
He once heard that if you practice the three moves of defeating the enemy to perfection, you will return to your original nature and be simple and unpretentious.
At first, the little sword king was unsure, but now he is extremely sure.
"Go ahead and show your strength." Mo Tian looked at the Little Sword King, who nodded.
Next, the two fought for dozens of rounds, and all the students were excited.
But the white-haired principal and the others already knew that if Mo Tian wanted to win, the Little Sword King would have been defeated long ago. Without the D-class sword, the defeat would be faster.
"That's it."
After hundreds of rounds, Mo Tian spoke calmly, and the little sword king nodded numbly. Although he was still not satisfied, he was completely convinced. Just one battle had improved his sword skills a lot.
"Haha, is this a lower-grade battle? It's so dry and ridiculous." Nie Jia suddenly laughed out loud. He really didn't care about this kind of painless competition.
"Idiot." Mo Tian said calmly.
He naturally has a purpose when fighting against Mr. Zhao.
Although Mr. Zhao is arrogant, his sword skills represent a certain level.
Fighting against him can just strengthen Mo Tian's understanding of the swordsmanship in this world.
Mo Tian's disdain made Nie Feng's expression extremely grim: "Boy, if you dare to fight me, I promise not to beat you to death."
The crowd was in an uproar. No one expected that Nie Jia, a popular figure in the sixth grade, would take the initiative to challenge Mo Tian.
You know, it is a very shameful thing for a senior to challenge his juniors.
"Senior Nie, you are a senior after all, so you have no shame to challenge a junior." Young Master Zhao growled. Although he looked down on Mo Tian in the past, they are at the same level. They can make trouble no matter what. Senior is here to stir things up.
, what’s going on.
"What a joke, ask this student Mo Tian, does he regard me as a senior?" Nie gave a mocking smile and looked at Young Master Zhao sarcastically: "They say that the little sword king has amazing talent. If he stays at Shengtian College
, I will surely be the first in the sixth grade, but I didn’t expect him to be a coward, and he didn’t even dare to take back the elite class after being robbed.”
"You." Mr. Zhao was furious.
Before that, he was really worried about the elite class being robbed.
But after knowing about the orcs, I no longer struggled with this matter.
"A person like you is not worthy of being my senior student." Mo Tian said coldly: "Those who can only bully the weak are not worthy of competing with me."
"Haha, after all, you are still scared. You don't know who was talking so brazenly just now."
Nie Jia sneered: "Forget it, I just thought I heard a dog barking."
With that said, Nie turned around and was about to leave.
"etc."
"What? You're so embarrassed, do you want to compete with me?" Nie Jia was very proud.
Mo Tian said: "Actually, I am also in a dilemma."
"Oh?" Nie Jia was very interested.
"I really want to kill you. Are you interested in a life-and-death battle?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
Only then did everyone understand why Mo Tian didn't want to spar with Nie Jia. It's hard to kill someone in a spar, but it's different in a life-and-death battle.
Nie Jia's expression changed. He never expected that Mo Tian would be like this and want to fight him to the death. He glanced at the D Ji Sword in fear.
"Mo Tian, don't act out of anger." Young Master Zhao quickly advised him. Although Nie Jia was not the strongest in the sixth grade, he was still an elite and his strength was unfathomable.
"You can go, this sword will be given to you." Mo Tian waved his hand, and Young Master Zhao was stunned. He didn't expect Mo Tian to be like this.
I wanted to give it back to Mo Tian, but seeing Mo Tian's resolute attitude, I had to give up and give up the stage.
"Extremely stupid." Seeing Major Zhao taking the sword away, Nie Jia suddenly jumped onto the ring: "I agree to fight to the death. Today I will crush you to ashes."
No one could imagine why Nie Jia, who had been hesitant just now, suddenly accepted a life-and-death battle.
When everyone reacted, they all cursed Mr. Zhao for being shameless.
Many people think that Mo Tiantuo is too powerful. Without the power of a sword, he doesn't even have the means to protect himself.
brush.
Nie opened his hand, and a short sword appeared in his hand. It was also a D-level sword. This guy's cultivation level was already much higher than that of Mo Tian, but he still had to use a D-level sword. It was simply too shameless.
"Come and die."
As soon as Nie Jiu drew out his dagger, the sharp sword light overwhelmed Mo Tian.
Mo Tian was not slow and blasted out with a palm, and the palm energy floated out like a swimming dragon.
It's the Wandering Dragon Palm.
The palm energy is erratic like a dragon, but it is terrifyingly powerful, exploding in the air wherever it passes.
"This is a pinnacle martial skill, the Wandering Dragon Palm among the Three Mysterious Palms."
Someone in the audience knew what he was doing and exclaimed: "Isn't this kind of palm technique something that only warriors can practice? How could this genius Mo Mo, a late-stage warrior, learn it?"
boom.
The power of the Wandering Dragon Palm was so terrifying that it knocked Nie Jiu away.
Nie Jia was not weak either. He was wearing protective clothing and using his own defense, so he was not seriously injured.
"The level gap is too big, but if you hit someone who is a level higher than yours with one palm, you are enough to be proud of it." Some people praised him and couldn't help but admire him.
"Is this your strength alone? If so, then go to hell." Nie smiled solemnly, raised his sword and struck, pouring all his fighting power into it.
No warrior can take this blow, and he will surely die.
"You think I only have one sword?"
Mo Tian's words reached Nie Jiu's ears, and before he could react, he saw a flash of white light, and with a click, the sword in Nie Jiu's hand shattered.
Nie Jiu suddenly realized that his face seemed to be separated.