The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 920 - 921: If You Say One Move, It’s Just One Move
Although Ye Mo defeated Meng Yun three days ago, Meng Yun, within these three days, refined the Flame Demon Heart, enhanced the power of the White Spirit Cold Flame, and successfully cultivated the Falling Star Cold Fire Blade. Combined with the gap in their realms, their duel once again showed an absolute difference, an unbridgeable gap.
"Die!"
Meng Yun stared at Ye Mo intensely, his whole body filled with Xuan Aura, unleashing boundless cold flames to corrode all living things, aiming to obliterate Ye Mo directly.
Once engulfed, even the strongest steel would be corroded to scraps by the White Spirit Cold Flame.
Ye Mo’s gaze turned cold as he let out a loud shout, directly confronting the White Spirit Cold Flame.
Instantly, he condensed the Demon Dragon Spear, extending one or two meters long, surging with magic, piercing fiercely into the White Spirit Cold Flame, remarkably immune to corrosion. Ye Mo gave it a sudden twist.
Sss!
The long river of White Spirit Cold Flame was split apart instantly.
The power of Ye Mo’s Demon Dragon, unstoppable and unyielding, completely ignored the White Spirit Cold Flame, blasting forward.
Before everyone, the White Spirit Cold Flame in front of Meng Yun, more powerful than before, was torn apart. Ye Mo punched through, extinguishing all the White Spirit Cold Flame. The Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fist unleashed violent lightning, shaking the heavens and the earth, striking toward the opponent.
"Ahhh!"
Meng Yun trembled in terror, fear filling his eyes as if his life was under the opponent’s control.
He wanted to use his longsword to block, but the surrounding air, under Ye Mo’s punch, created immense pressure, making it impossible for him to even wield his weapon.
"One move!"
Ye Mo shouted coldly, as the Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fist rubbed against the air, producing sparks, and black lightning continuously danced on his right fist, smashing toward Meng Yun.
Boom!
A loud bang echoed, and everyone on the square felt their ears ringing, their vision blurred, surrounded by black lightning.
A miserable cry escaped Meng Yun’s lips, a massive indentation appeared on his chest, blood spewing from every orifice, flying everywhere, utterly disheveled.
Those around, witnessing this scene, were utterly shocked, their eyes almost popping out.
No one expected such an outcome.
Originally, they all thought that the stronger Meng Yun would defeat Ye Mo and reclaim the genius glory in front of everyone.
But the result was Meng Yun being defeated by Ye Mo in a single move.
Just one move, and it was so effortless.
Many found it hard to accept this outcome; being from Nightfall City themselves, Meng Yun represented their city, and now being defeated by Ye Mo in one move left them utterly speechless.
Three days ago, Ye Mo narrowly defeated Meng Yun, yet today, despite Meng Yun’s power increase, he was defeated by Ye Mo in one move, an overwhelming victory, implying Ye Mo’s improvement in these three days was even more formidable.
This is a true genius, a supreme genius.
And the members of the Meng Family, watching this scene, looked very grim. They set such a grand stage and even paid for promotion, drawing the entire city’s attention to this duel.
It was supposed to be a battle to reclaim glory, but who would have thought it would turn out like this, not only failing to reclaim glory, but instead being ruthlessly humiliated.
Ye Mo descended from mid-air, his presence like a fierce beast, suppressing everyone around, causing their hearts to tremble slightly.
"Meng Yun, you lost!"
Ye Mo looked coldly at Meng Yun, who was lying on the ground, and said.
"How can you be so strong?"
Meng Yun’s face was filled with an expression of disbelief, this kind of powerful disparity completely shattered his confidence.
Clap clap clap!
A few rounds of applause echoed from a distance, and everyone saw the Patriarch of the Meng Family, Meng Jun, slowly walking onto the stage, continuously saying "Good, good, good."
"Who would have thought, your strength has increased so rapidly. Could it be that you have so many Wheel of Reincarnation Pills, are you a disciple of a great family? No, I’ve never heard of a Ye Mo in such a clan."
said Meng Jun indifferently.
"What? Lost and now you want to investigate my background?"
Ye Mo said coldly.
"No, lost means lost. It’s only natural for Yun’er to be defeated by a genius like you."
Meng Jun said, turning to look at his son, "Yun’er, admit your loss. In three days, do you have the confidence to challenge Ye Mo again?"
"Three days?"
Hearing his father say this, memories of being defeated by Ye Mo with one punch flashed before Meng Yun’s eyes, reigniting his inner fear. However, thinking of his grandfather breaking through to the Wheel of Reincarnation Realm, a burning fire of revenge surged within him again, he needed to reclaim his honor.
"Now that grandfather has come out of seclusion, as long as he guides me, I can break through again, even ascend to Qiankun Seventh Rotation. In three days, I will challenge you again."
Meng Yun slowly got up, full of fighting spirit. Although defeated by Ye Mo, his resilient spirit instead garnered some cheers.
Everyone knew that Ye Mo killed the Meng Family’s second young master, Meng Di, so the Meng Family forbade Ye Mo from leaving Nightfall City. Unless he defeated Meng Jun, he could only accept Meng Yun’s challenges repeatedly.
And because of this, Meng Yun’s strength advanced by leaps and bounds.
"Challenge me?"
Ye Mo was taken aback, then calmly said, "You probably won’t have the chance, Meng Jun. You said if I defeated you, you wouldn’t hold me accountable for killing your son. Today, I formally challenge you."
Boom!
Ye Mo’s words, like a heavy blow, struck everyone. They could hardly believe that Ye Mo would challenge the Patriarch of the Meng Family, a Qiankun Seventh Rotation, space-transcending expert.
Qiankun Seventh Rotation, space rotation, was different from experts at the Domain Revolution level. It involved integrating an entire mountain range, ocean, dangerous land, or mansion into their developed space to amplify their space power.
The gap between Qiankun Sixth Rotation and Qiankun Seventh Rotation was enormous, as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.
"What? What did you say? You want to challenge me?"
Meng Jun, also thinking he misheard, asked again.
"That’s right, I want to challenge you now. If you don’t dare accept it, surrender, and let me leave Nightfall City immediately. If you accept, let everyone serve as witnesses."
Ye Mo said.
"What an arrogant young man, since you want to challenge me, don’t blame me for not holding back."
Meng Jun stamped one leg, and a powerful wave of energy centered on him, rising up and down. Circles of Unyielding Yang Cataclysmic Fire burned on his body.
The arena was once again filled with a thick smell of gunpowder.
