Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme-Chapter 1511 - 1457: Moon Worship

"Dou Xiao."

The silver-haired young man stood suspended above the arena's surface, his originally indifferent eyes fixated on Lin Mo, revealing a sharp glint that made it intimidating to look directly at him.

"Lin Mo."

Lin Mo politely clasped his fist in return. To have defeated numerous challengers and stand here was evidence of formidable strength, deserving of respect.

"I know it's difficult to defeat you, but I hope you give it your all, as a sign of respect to me." Dou Xiao said slowly, his voice filled with a deep fighting spirit.

After a brief pause, Lin Mo summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, holding it in his hand. Using his full strength was also a form of respect for his opponent.

"Alright, don't think I'm just one of those weaklings," Dou Xiao said, eyes suddenly becoming sharp upon seeing the Xuanyuan Sword. After all, in the previous battles, Lin Mo hadn't even used a weapon.

Whoosh!

With that, Dou Xiao's True Yuan surged within him, his figure transforming into a streak of flowing light. His long spear quivered, its tip piercing the air, carrying the sound of cutting wind, as fierce air currents enveloped the spear, forming numerous sharp reverse streams on its surface, while a point of cold luminescence shot straight toward Lin Mo's face.

The fierce and wild True Yuan surged forth; even before the spear arrived, the powerful True Yuan had already split the arena's surface into several cracks.

Clang!

In an instant, Lin Mo used the Xuanyuan Sword to block in front of his chest. The spear tip formed a small vortex upon contact with the sword's blade, suddenly exploding with a fierce True Yuan, creating a shockwave that shook the light covering the arena continuously.

Sizzle...

At the same time, Lin Mo's feet scraped against the arena's solid stone surface, carving out two deep grooves, retreating a distance of over ten meters before coming to a halt.

"Flood Dragon Spear!"

An intense shout suddenly echoed, with Dou Xiao's silver hair flying wildly. Facing such a strong opponent like Lin Mo, he no longer held back. The robust True Yuan of a high-level Galaxy Level practitioner was fully displayed.

Holding the silver spear in his hand, he wielded sheets of silver light, the winds howling all around. Then, an extremely sharp silver light burst out from the sea of silver light, roaring like a flood dragon, almost tearing the heavens apart.

Vaguely, a vivid flood dragon enveloped Dou Xiao and the silver spear; man and spear became one. For a moment, the eyes of many spectators focused on him, revealing a look of fear. It seemed Dou Xiao was unleashing his strongest attack.

"Moon Worship."

Facing the roaring silver flood dragon, Lin Mo's pupils narrowed, and then burst forth two rays of brilliant light. He stomped the ground, creating web-like cracks beneath his feet. With the Xuanyuan Sword in hand, he slashed directly at the silver flood dragon.

The dazzling sword light was like a crescent moon, shining brilliantly to the extreme.

The two equally powerful spear shadows and sword light clashed in mid-air, erupting into brilliant, dazzling radiance.

For a moment, the piercing light exploded, filling the entire arena.

The spectators nearly all held their breath, eyes glued to the light on the arena. Moments later, a silhouette burst forth from the light, crashing heavily onto the stone surface of the arena, creating a deep pit with dust swirling around.

Another figure remained standing in the air, exuding an unparalleled aura.

"I lost..." The figure in the deep pit lay at the center, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, forming a bitter smile, and said slowly.

Then, from the sky, a silver radiance descended, and beside him, on the stone surface, a silver spear trembled slightly.

The figure suspended in the air, poised and unharmed, was Lin Mo.

Having witnessed Lin Mo's strength, the crowd collectively gasped. Both Dou Xiao and Lin Mo had made it to the group match finals with notable strength, yet Dou Xiao couldn't even scratch Lin Mo and still lost. This result left many thoroughly astonished.

Just now, Lin Mo had used the fifth style of the Heavenly Reversal Nine Swords, 'Moon Worship'. Although Lin Mo had only just begun to understand this move, he discovered that the 'Cold Qi True Essence' within him perfectly complemented 'Moon Worship', resulting in an unbeatable effect like the chill of moonlight with a single strike.

"All four groups have completed their qualifying matches, and the group champions have emerged. Next is the final arena championship duel. You have three hours of rest, and then the final match will begin."

Su Yuanfan's voice gently echoed throughout the valley.

"Mr. Lin, congratulations..."

"Mr. Lin, congratulations on achieving first place in the group matches. The Seven Sects will surely reward you handsomely..."

Returning to the area where the Yu Lan Star practitioners were gathered, Lin Mo was met with a continuous stream of congratulatory voices. He awkwardly clasped his hands in acknowledgment, responding casually.

The group match champions had all been decided. The champion of the first group was a young man named 'Teng Yi', who was previously unknown and only achieved the group championship after a hard-fought battle.

The second group's champion was a woman, surprisingly Qian Zhimo.

In the third group, Duanmu Jinglin won, with Lord Tao unexpectedly losing to him, failing to secure the group match championship.

However, Lord Tao's demonstrated magical talent left many feeling impressed, with many believing that given time, he would one day surpass Duanmu Jinglin.

"I originally wanted to duel with you, but it seems there's no chance now." Lord Tao approached Lin Mo, a faint smile on his lips, unfazed by the loss and said with a smile.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Lin Mo replied with a faint smile.

"If you face Duanmu Jinglin, be careful. That guy's strength... is formidable." Lord Tao said slowly, seemingly giving a warning to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo nodded. Of course, he would not underestimate Duanmu Jinglin. Considering Duanmu Jinglin's talent, being the number one genius of the Seven Sects, nurtured by the powerful resources of the Duanmu Family, his strength was self-evident.

Recalling that in Dayan City, Duanmu Jinglin publicly pressured him, even making him kneel and apologize, a flame of anger ignited within Lin Mo, eager to teach Duanmu Jinglin a harsh lesson.

But back then, he didn't have the qualifications to challenge Duanmu Jinglin. As for now, the outcome was uncertain.

In the bleachers, many clan leaders and high-ranking members of the Seven Sects were quite surprised by Lin Mo, the dark horse. After all, new disciples in such arenas usually just went through the process. It had been hundreds of years since a newbie like Lin Mo made it to the final matchup.

"Is this the young man who broke the records of the Transformation Pond and Blood Demon Pool?"

In the center of the spectators' seats, an old man who seemed to be on his last legs, sitting in the highest position, spoke slowly, his tiny eyes gleaming with intense brilliance. This old man, who seemed just like any ordinary elder, was not to be underestimated, as he was the Sect Leader of the Seven Sects and the Seventh Elder of the Mystic Realm Sect.

More excitement continues tomorrow.