Chapter 659: Blood-Colored Sword Light

"Making me voluntarily admit defeat? You're not qualified for that. At the very least, you need to show some real strength." A cold smile curled at the corner of Yun Feiyang's lips. He stamped his foot, and a rumbling sound echoed out. The power of heaven and earth converged, surging with immense force. Once again, he borrowed the momentum of heaven and earth, causing the blood-colored Eight Trigram pattern enveloping him to tremble slightly.

"Since you won't admit defeat, I'll send you on your way." Yu Mo said coldly. The blood color on the Eight Trigram pattern grew increasingly vivid. He roared, "Strangle!"

As his voice fell, the blood-like Eight Trigram pattern spun wildly. Black and white surged with bloody energy, rising up to strangle Yun Feiyang. This time, Yu Mo held nothing back. He struck to kill, to slay Yun Feiyang and salvage his own face.

"Heaven and earth possess great momentum. All techniques are nothing but momentum. When momentum is strong, all attacks become illusory and will be annihilated."

Yun Feiyang shouted coldly. His true essence qi roared as he stepped forward once more.

"Boom!" The battle platform beneath him rumbled and shook, as if trembling. Cracks even began to appear. The momentum of heaven and earth was so surging, and the momentum and qi on Yun Feiyang's body shot up into the sky. His true essence transformed into air currents, spinning wildly, trying to merge with the momentum of heaven and earth.

"Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm, peak!"

The pupils of the crowd trembled. They stared at Yun Feiyang in surprise. He had been hiding his strength. Yun Feiyang had actually been concealing his cultivation. Besides possessing that terrifying momentum of heaven and earth, he also had the cultivation of the Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm at its peak.

"This guy, what technique did he cultivate? None of us could see through his concealed cultivation." A hint of a smile tugged at Lin Feng's lips. Yun Feiyang, like him, had cultivated a method to hide his cultivation.

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, then his expression gradually darkened. No wonder Yun Feiyang dared to fight him, unafraid of being killed. So he had been hiding his cultivation.

"Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm? I'll still make you die." Yu Mo's face darkened. His martial soul was released wildly. The black-and-white Eight Trigram pattern was so glaring and eerie. His pupils also turned into a world of black and white.

"Blood-colored Eight Trigram, strangle everything."

Yu Mo closed his eyes. Countless Eight Trigram patterns appeared all over his body, frantically descending toward Yun Feiyang, enveloping him. In an instant, Yun Feiyang's entire body was shrouded in a terrifying vortex of Eight Trigram patterns. The true essence power on his body was being crushed and shattered wildly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom, rumble!"

The earth trembled violently. This time, Yun Feiyang's steps continued without pause. The endless momentum of heaven and earth pressed down on Yu Mo. This gathered momentum seemed to want to crush Yu Mo, it was too heavy.

"You still won't die?" Yu Mo's eyes trembled. His gray-and-white Eight Trigram eyes stared at those patterns. The patterns also began to spin in reverse with his gaze, extinguishing Yun Feiyang's resistance, trying to strangle his body to death.

"Hmm?" Lin Feng frowned. This time, Yu Mo was using all his strength to kill Yun Feiyang. Yun Feiyang seemed to be in danger.

"Boom! Boom!"

Terrifying footsteps rang out continuously. Yun Feiyang's steps finally reached Yu Mo. A terrifying momentum of heaven and earth gathered to its peak, all pressing down on Yu Mo, as if to crush his body.

"Kill!"

Both of them spat out a terrifying shout from their mouths. The killing intent was so sharp.

"Boom!" The terrifying momentum of heaven and earth, carrying an unstoppable force, landed on Yu Mo. Even though Yu Mo was stronger than Yun Feiyang, he was still sent flying back, spitting a mouthful of blood. He was injured. The momentum that gathered all of Yun Feiyang's power had shaken him and wounded him.

The crowd's eyes froze. They clearly hadn't expected Yun Feiyang to achieve this much.

"I want you dead!" Yu Mo was like a madman. He stretched out both hands. The Eight Trigram patterns on both his body and Yun Feiyang's roared together again. Yun Feiyang's body was still being besieged by the Eight Trigram patterns. He could no longer hold on.

"I admit defeat." His figure flickered rapidly as he retreated. Yun Feiyang spoke. Injuring Yu Mo and then admitting defeat was enough for him.

"Even if you admit defeat, I'll still kill you. You will die today."

Yu Mo said darkly. The blood at the corner of his mouth stimulated his ferocity. The terrifying Eight Trigram pattern devoured the true essence power on Yun Feiyang's body. In the void, streaks of blood-colored Eight Trigram patterns continued to descend toward Yun Feiyang.

Admit defeat, and still be killed?

The crowd's eyes trembled. This Yu Mo had truly been angered by Yun Feiyang, driven mad. The first match was defeated by Jun Moxi, and the second was injured by Yun Feiyang, who ranked last. And this was only the second match.

Thus, Yu Mo even forgot the rules of the battle.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" A terrifying, shrill roar came from Yu Mo's mouth. Kill, he must kill Yun Feiyang.

Yun Feiyang's expression changed. Yu Mo had truly gone mad. He had admitted defeat, yet Yu Mo still wanted to kill him.

A whirlwind swept across the battle platform, causing the crowd's eyes to suddenly focus. A flash of blood-colored light appeared. The crowd saw a blood-red setting sun bloom on the battle stage.

"Hmm?"

The crowd's eyes froze, staring at that blood-colored light. No, it seemed to be a figure.

"Chi!"

A faint sound rang out, not loud. The setting sun was like blood. A blood-colored light, thin as a wing, was so brilliant and sharp. It streaked through the void, slashing toward Yu Mo.

"Get lost!" Yu Mo roared angrily. A terrifying palm force blasted out. But only a chi chi sound was heard. The thin blood-colored light carried endless sharpness, as if it cut through the palm force. In an instant, the sleeve on Yu Mo's arm shattered completely. Blood splattered from his hand.

"Ah..." Yu Mo felt a sharp pain in his arm. The terrifying force immediately surged toward the blood-colored figure before him, while his body retreated backward.

"Slash!" Another blood-colored light bloomed in the void, so eerie. The terrifying force Yu Mo unleashed seemed to be cut in two by this eerie blood light, losing its original power and scattering to both sides.

When the blood light fell and the radiance faded, the crowd finally saw clearly what had happened. On the battle stage, an additional figure had appeared. Dressed in white, his form was slightly thin, carrying a hint of desolation. In his hand, the blood-like sword was so eerie and glaring.

"Lin Feng!"

The crowd's eyes trembled. It was Lin Feng who had made a move. That blood-like, eerie sword was terrifying.

At this moment, the retreating Yu Mo had his arm's clothing torn. Blood dripped down his arm. There, a bloody mark remained. He was injured. He had been wounded by Lin Feng's sword strike.

"So powerful." The crowd's eyes were fixed on Lin Feng and Yu Mo. Many people even stood up. They were all curious: if Lin Feng unleashed all his strength, how strong would he be? Could he even defeat Yu Mo, who was at the peak of the Eighth Layer of Profound Martial Realm?

Yu Mo's eyes were ice-cold, staring fixedly at Lin Feng. Injured again. He had been injured once more. First, he was hurt by Yun Feiyang, and now by Lin Feng. The ant in his eyes, the one he had nearly killed in the Fallen Demon Domain, now held a blood-colored longsword and had cut his arm with a single strike.

"Shameless ant, attacking by surprise." Yu Mo spat out a cold voice, emphasizing the words "by surprise," as if to salvage some of his dignity.

"Didn't I attack you head-on?" Lin Feng said indifferently, holding the blood-like sword. He said calmly, "Don't forget, you violated the rules first."

With that, Lin Feng turned around and walked to Yun Feiyang's side. Because Lin Feng had made a move, Yu Mo had no time to attend to Yun Feiyang. The blood-colored Eight Trigram pattern had disappeared, and Yun Feiyang had returned to normal.

"Are you alright?" Lin Feng asked.

"I'm fine. He's hurt worse than I am." A hint of a cynical smile appeared at the corner of Yun Feiyang's mouth. He wouldn't be too fixated on winning or losing. He valued more following his heart, acting freely, and breaking through his limits. He believed that when the gap in strength was there, if victory or defeat was already decided, being too fixated would only affect oneself. As long as you broke through yourself and did your best, that was enough. Just like how he had injured Yu Mo just now. He felt that was sufficient.

"Since I'm hurt worse than you, do you dare to continue?" Yu Mo spat out a cold voice, staring at Yun Feiyang.

"No need to provoke me. If I admit defeat, I admit defeat." Yun Feiyang said calmly, completely unconcerned.

"Continue?" Lin Feng slowly raised his eyes, looking at Xue Wuchang in the void. He said, "Senior, this is already the last match of the second round. Next, it's my turn to fight. I wonder if I can choose him to battle me?"

Lin Feng pointed his finger at Yu Mo, causing the crowd's eyes to tremble violently. Lin Feng, in the first match of the third round, wanted to fight Yu Mo!