Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 48 One Punch Is Enough

"What did you say?"

Mo Lan didn't react for a while.

"I said, is there something wrong with your brain? You asked me to admit defeat?" Mo Lin looked at Mo Lan with eyes that looked crazy, and suddenly felt sad for him.

Mo Jiao once saw him cut off the arm of a ninth-level warrior in the Valley of Unrequited Love. Mo Bufan also saw him cut off Zhang Youcai's arm. Mo Lan is amazing, how much stimulation would it take to make him have the guts to say the words 'you admit defeat'.

However, Mo Lin immediately figured out the reason.

Whether Mo Gang was abolished or Mo Bufan was slapped, it is extremely embarrassing. It is too late for them to cover it up. How dare they spread it around? As for Mo Jiao, she despises not only Mo Lin, but the entire Mo family village. She didn't pay much attention to people. In her eyes, a disciple with such strength as Mo Lan might not even be qualified to carry her shoes.

"Mo Lin! Since you want to humiliate yourself, I will help you!"

Mo Lan was furious. To tell the truth, he felt that Mo Lin had no right to let him make a move. His weapon was a saber, and he had awakened a powerful saber martial soul. Even an eighth-level warrior could have the power to fight.

"You should take medicine."

Mo Lin smiled faintly. He really didn't understand what some people were thinking. They didn't even know their own level of cultivation, but they knew they were addicted. If they lost, where would they put their faces?

The saber in Mo Lan's waist suddenly came out of its sheath, drew a silver light, and went straight to Mo Lin, before yelling.

"Overlord Slash!"

"Slay your sister! Get out!"

Mo Lin let out a low cry, raised his right hand, and punched lightly. The fist flew across Mo Lan's chest in an instant, hitting Mo Lan's chest. , The knife also fell.

"The sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers. You are weak when you use the sword, your grip is unstable, you are full of hostility, your legs are vain, and you are obviously strong on the outside, but you have done too much!" Mo Lin kicked the knife on the ground, turned around and stepped off the stage.

"how is this possible!"

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Mo Lin in shock, unable to believe their eyes at all.

Mo Lan, the seventh-level peak warrior, is vulnerable to a single blow!
At the beginning, the news that Mo Lin was dismissed by Li Family Village because he did not awaken his martial soul had already spread throughout the village. For this reason, many people regarded him as a shame to the family. Later, for some unknown reason, he actually awakened his martial soul, but through The disciples of the Unfeeling Sect knew that it was just a plant martial soul called a waste martial soul, so many people still regarded him as a waste in the eyes of many people.

Part of the reason for this kind of mentality is because of Mo Lin's identity, the son of the patriarch, this identity is considered by anyone to have at least a beast martial soul, or a weapon martial soul.

He defeated Mo Ming three months ago. Although many people were surprised, no one was optimistic about him. Now, until Mo Lan was defeated with one punch, many people had to re-examine this 'trash'.

Everyone understands the difference between defeating an opponent with a single punch without any resistance and a stalemate.

Mo Lin is at least a level eight warrior!
A 15-year-old eighth-level martial artist, who would dare to call him a waste?
Mo Qingshan was also surprised by his son's performance, but the expression on his face was instantly replaced by a gratified smile.

"Yes, as expected of me, Mo Qingshan's son."

Seeing Mo Lin take his seat, Mo Qingshan patted him on the shoulder, very satisfied, but there was a question that he couldn't understand for a while, so he asked: "By the way, what do you mean by the 'roll' you just said."

"..."

Mo Lin didn't know how to explain it. As a traveler from the earth, he would inadvertently bring out some habits from his previous life when he spoke. How could he explain this kind of thing that can only be understood but cannot be explained clearly.

Mo Lin's performance was impressive, and the villagers began to whisper.

The second elder obviously didn't expect this result, but the competition must continue.

Although the following competition was exciting, everyone's expectations were significantly lowered.

In less than an hour, the first round of competition ended with 44 winners.

"The first round of the second round, Mo Jiao vs. Mo Xuan."

After the Second Elder's words fell, Mo Xuan's face turned pale in an instant. Unexpectedly, he was afraid of something. The worst situation happened to him.

"Mo Jiao, although I'm not your opponent, but at this point, I still want to fight. I hope you can let me see the strength of a strong person in the soul realm."

Since there was no other choice, Mo Xuan still decided to fight. Everyone nodded secretly, looking at Mo Xuan who dared to fight knowing that he would lose.

"I will not let you down."

Mo Jiao responded indifferently, with a proud face, and cast a contemptuous glance at Mo Xuan.

"I made a move."

Mo Xuan's expression was dignified, he released his wolf spirit, and his body turned into a ferocious angry wolf, pounced out. This is his strongest attack state. Although he knew in his heart that he was invincible, he still hoped that a miracle would happen. .

"ice!"

Mo Jiao waved her arm lightly, and a cold air visible to the naked eye spilled out like dust. Before Mo Xuan's hand touched Mo Jiao, his whole body trembled suddenly, as if a huge mountain fell on his head, and his whole body became stiff .

"seal up!"

Mo Jiao's waving arm slowly fell, and a thick layer of ice started from Mo Xuan's arm and spread rapidly, enveloping his whole body in the blink of an eye, turning him into an iceman.

After doing this, Mo Jiao stopped talking, turned around and walked down the stage. It took Mo Xuan a long time to break free from the ice, trembling all over, looking at that beautiful figure with awe in his face.

"What a frightening ice martial soul, to freeze Mo Xuan directly, I hope I don't meet Mo Jiao." A disciple secretly prayed.

"Ninth-level fighters are completely vulnerable, and the ice martial soul is too terrifying."

"This is the difference between a martial artist and a martial artist. The difference between one realm and another is like nothing."

There were exclamations one after another, and Mo Tianhu's complacency was beyond words. Having a daughter like this really gave him the capital to be proud of everything.

"Mo Jiao wins. In the second match, Mo Chen will face Mo Yu." The Second Elder announced.

"I admit defeat." Mo Yu is only an eighth-level martial artist, so naturally he would not fight Mo Chen, a half-step martial artist, and was eliminated.

"In the second match, Mo Chen won, and in the third match, Mo Lin played against Mo Li."

"Huh... good."

A smile finally broke out on Mo Li's tense face. Mo Li possesses the eighth-level strength of Pulse Pulse Realm. At this time, there are many ninth-level powerhouses left in the field, and any one is enough for him to deal with. Only Mo Lin, He still has a chance of victory.Of course, it's just what he thinks.

"Looks like I'm lucky."

Mo Li smiled and walked to the battle platform, facing Mo Lin.

Mo Lin looked at the bright smile on Mo Li's face and smiled too. Good luck?I hope he still thinks so for a while.

However, it seems that Mo Lin's luck is also good. In the first round, he only met a seventh-level warrior. He punched out and won without expending his soul energy. In the second round, he met Mo Li, who was only an eighth-level warrior. Among the rest, his strength can only be ranked in the middle.

(End of this chapter)