The audience shouted the names of Monster Academy and Long Yue, the atmosphere as heated as oil being poured into a hot pan.
Inside the Shrek Academy waiting area, Le Zhengyu said to Qian Mo: "A Mo, how is it? Are you feeling any pressure?"
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Qian Mo said proudly: "Among the younger generation, there should be no one who can make me feel pressured."
"Go!"
After Dai Tianling finished speaking, the finals officially began.
Qian Mo and Long Yue simultaneously stepped onto the competition stage, each going to their side, facing each other from hundreds of meters away.
The referee was an old man, his aura contained, but being able to serve as the referee for this match, he was clearly a very famous Spirit Master expert on the Star Luo Continent.
"For this final match, the rules are the same as the previous matches. Ten-second countdown!"
"Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one, start!"
A powerful aura was released from Long Yue's body.
The giant dragon phantom that had appeared when facing Le Zhengyu once again appeared behind him, the giant dragon carrying a city on its back, stretching its body and letting out a low roar.
Qian Mo raised an eyebrow, his golden pupils emitting a strange radiance, a golden sword phantom streaked across the void.
In an instant, the head of the giant dragon carrying the city flew off and fell to the ground.
Long Yue's momentum plummeted, and he took two steps back.
On the main platform, Dean En Ci, who had originally had calm eyes, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He knew exactly how overbearing the Mountain Dragon King was, but just now, facing Qian Mo, with just one clash of auras, the Mountain Dragon King's head was severed. What exactly was Qian Mo's Spirit?!
Long Yue knew that continuing like this would only waste his energy and spirit.
With a low shout, six spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, quickly guarding his sides. Immediately after, his body swelled up like a mountain, and a huge tail also appeared behind him.
"High Mountain!" Long Yue roared.
He saw him holding up the Sky with both hands, a majestic mountain peak suddenly soared into the Sky. It was clearly not a real mountain, but in that instant, it was as if a real large mountain had appeared on the entire competition stage.
Qian Mo flapped his wings and flew up, the mountains continuously rising. The Holy Cross Sword in his hand slashed downwards, a golden radiance tore through the Sky, the Mountain River shattered, and a wide rift was cleaved between the mountains.
Qian Mo transformed into a golden Liuguang, passing through the rift, and in an instant arrived before Long Yue, slashing towards Long Yue's chest with a sword.
"Boom--" Long Yue's eyes burned like raging flames, a hint of madness began to appear deep within his gaze.
He saw his right hand flash in the air, and a double-pointed spear appeared in his grasp.
This double-pointed spear of his was ten meters long, as thick as an ordinary human's waist, and entirely brown, made of who knows what.
Holding the spear with both hands, he swept it violently, colliding with Qian Mo's Holy Cross Sword.
"Boom--"
Two figures, one gold and one brown, continuously collided on the competition stage. The Holy Sword and the spear met, sparks flew, in a grand, open exchange. Each violent roar caused the competition stage to vibrate violently.
En Ci on the main platform watched the two figures on stage, his eyes filled with unspeakable solemnity. As a top-tier expert, he keenly sensed that Long Yue was already at a disadvantage.
Long Yue's spear could no longer keep up with the attack rhythm of the Holy Sword in Qian Mo's hand. Their sword techniques and spear techniques were not on the same level. Long Yue's proud spear technique seemed exceptionally childish within Qian Mo's sword technique.
The two's collisions became more and more fierce, but more and more people discovered that the sword light on the competition stage became brighter and brighter. The spear shadows Long Yue wielded were completely covered. The protrusions on Long Yue's body, densely packed like Mountain River, were shaved off by the sword light, then turned into light and disappeared in the air.
"Rivers!" Long Yue roared, his second spirit ring flashing. He had to use his second Spirit Ability.
Huge torrents simultaneously surged out from the Sky and the ground, the entire competition stage instantly becoming a place where countless Rivers converged.
"Swamp!" The third spirit ring lit up again, a brown light instantly expanded to cover Qian Mo, slowing down his movements.
"Hmph!" Qian Mo snorted coldly, a holy light struck his body, Sacred Flame ignited out of thin air around him, instantly igniting the swamp covering him. The purifying power contained within the Sacred Flame instantly dissipated it completely.
The Holy Cross Sword shone with ten thousand golden rays, fiercely piercing through the surging Rivers. Long Yue's hard scales were treated as nothing, and a sword pierced into Long Yue's shoulder.
Dazzling blood flowed from the wound on his shoulder. En Ci stood up from his seat in shock. Long Yue's defense was obvious to all. He hadn't expected the hard scales covering his surface to be so vulnerable under the Holy Cross Sword.
"Roar!" Long Yue let out a painful low roar. The metallic smell of blood made his eyes bloodshot, and endless madness surged into the depths of his eyes.
"Mountain River!" On the competition stage, Long Yue roared madly, and mountains rose from the ground.
"Rivers!" Great Rivers crisscrossed among the Mountain River, like a painting of mountains and Rivers.
Long Yue disappeared within these Mountain River and Rivers, only endless pressure came from all directions.
Spirit Abilities could fuse with each other, producing abilities similar to a Domain.
Qian Mo glanced casually, understanding in his heart.
The surrounding Mountain River suddenly began to collapse. Huge rocks fell from the Sky, smashing towards him. On the ground, great Rivers surged and rolled, sweeping directly towards Qian Mo's location.
"Jud...gement!"
Within the Mountain River, a brilliant sword light blossomed from within. A long sword phantom that seemed capable of piercing through Sky and earth rushed out, shattering the Mountain River and reversing the Rivers.
Seeing this scene, several people on the spectator stand stood up. Ye Xinglan's beautiful eyes stared intently at the long sword phantom, filled with disbelief, murmuring to herself.
"Sword Soul!" En Ci exclaimed in disbelief: "How is that possible? How old is he?"
There were quite a few experts present, and all of them recognized that this sword with which Qian Mo broke through the Mountain River blockade had entered the realm of Sword Soul.
They hadn't expected that Qian Mo was also a true sword path prodigy.
Qian Mo flew in the air, countless holy feathers surrounding him like swimming dragons. Each exquisite feather was attached with rich judgment sword intent, greatly increasing its power.
"Go!" Qian Mo lightly chanted. Ten thousand holy feathers fell like raindrops. Long Yue stomped the ground, and a brown muddy surge rose from the ground, but it was instantly pierced through by the holy feathers, completely unable to resist the speed of the holy feathers' advance.
Immediately after, another mountain peak suddenly emerged from below, but the hard mountains were like paper mache, shattered by the sky full of holy feathers.