Tian Hai stepped on the stage in calmness and elegance and spoke to the Qingming people, "Which one of you will be my opponent?"
Eager to revenge, Mo Ning immediately volunteered, "Me!"
The Qingming elder glanced at him and nodded, "Tian Hai is the most talented disciple among them. I don't need to introduce much about his strength, since it's not the first time you two compete with each other. I believe in you! You can win him!"
"No worries, I will defeat him this time!" Mo Ning vowed and walked to the stage. Feng Yuan, behind him, cheered for him so loudly that everyone could hear his voice, "Big Brother, fighting! Show them our strength and try to defeat him with only one stroke!"
The Qingyuan disciples began to discuss, "Who is this arrogant guy?!"
"You are right, he's really arrogant!"
"Don't talk about him anymore and let's cheer for Brother Tian Hai!" The air there was suddenly filled with the voice of cheering.
Mo Ning got on the stage in the deafening cheering and smiled to Tian Hai, "You are so popular, huh? But this time I am afraid I will let your brothers and sisters down! "
Tian Hai also responded him a smile, "I win you once and I can win you twice! "
"I will never lose to the same person again!" Mo Ning took out his sword and stabbed it toward Tian Hai.
They knew each other's strength well and fought without any power reservation. Mo Ning mobilized his spiritual energy and his sword was instantly covered with a layer of frost.
"So serious? Brother Mo Ning performs the Tricks for Frost Sword, his strongest martial art!" Feng Yuan surprised.
Hua Ling explained, "Tian Hai is a genius and cannot be underestimated, though the integral strength of Qingyuan school is weaker than ours. Brother Mo Ning lost to him Last year. Obviously, he is truly powerful. So, Brother Mo Ning dares not to be careless this time. He has improved a lot on his strength and he can definitely win Tian Hai!"
"Of course! Brother Mo Ning is powerful even in the Qinglong school, not to mention in the small Qingyuan school." Peng Chengren, beside Hua Ling, praised.
Tian Hai also took out his sword－it flashed and suddenly the blue-green sword gas surged－and faced toward Mo Ning without any fear. The two kinds of sword gases collided into each other before the swordsmen encountered and the blue-green gas from his sword was frozen by the extremely cold sword gas, as if the air to be frosted, but it turned out to be spiritual energy after careful observation.
"The sword skill of displayed by Mo Ning is indeed strong!" Zhang Yan could feel the pretty powerful sword gas.
Qin Shiyan followed, "He is the chief disciple of Qing Ming school, will his strength be weak? And his sword skill focuses on the offense. But the Tricks for Qingmu Sword Brother Tian Hai performs is not weak and Mo Ning is still not his opponent."
At the moment she finished speaking, the situation on the stage greatly changed. Though strongly attacking of Mo Ning's sword skill, that of Tian Hai was endowed with a strong vitality of wood property, that is, continuous persistence. The continuous blue-green gas dispersed the frost and rushed to Mo Ning.
Mo Ning began to perform the Tricks for Frost Sword to the extreme with all his strength. All of a sudden, the air surrounding him seemed to be frozen and the temperature dropped a lot. The extremely cold sword gas flooded to Tian Hai and besieged him. But the blue-green spiritual shield warded off the cold sword gas and protected him from being hit.
The audience were shocked by such a deadlock that they had never seen. Excited, they busted cheers, "Fighting, Big Brother!"
"Come on, hold!"
The Qingming elder of became worried and said with frown: "I am afraid Mo Ning will be defeated again!"
"Why? Brother Mo Ning has taken the initiative!" Feng Yuan asked unbelievably.
"Yep, and the attacking power of the Ticks for Frost Sword is strong, but its sustainability is much worse. Mo Ning will lose at this rate."
Sure enough, the frosty sword gas became weaker and weaker. A stroke could decide the result in the battles between two masters. Tian Hai sneered, mobilized more and more spiritual energy and broke through the frosty gas with his sword in a dash. Mo Ning's sword gas was swallowed by the continuous blue-green gas. He wanted to retreat but Tian Hai did not allow him time. His sword had already reached Mo Ning.
Without any other choices, Mo Ning could only utilize his spiritual energy to resist. But his defense was much worse and was broken by a sword attack. The sword attached to his chest. Tian Hai threatened, "Don't move, or you will die!"
Mo Ning's eyes were a little sluggish and full of shock. He smattered, "Impossible! You have become so strong? How possible!" Though unwilling, he accepted the reality, withdrew his sword and turned away without energy.
The shouts of the tides sounded, louder and louder. All the Qingyuan disciples were pretty excited. They won the first round! It was super cool!
However, Tian Hai was still calm, as if the victory was in his expectation and a faint smile companied him to down the stage. Wang Yan rushed to him, hugged his arm and shouted, "So cool, Brother Tian Hai! I know that you are the strongest. Mo Ning is not your opponent at all!"