Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

After a three-hour break, the decisive match of this Seven Sects Tournament began!

”First match, Lin Mo, Teng Yi.”

Su Yuanfang stood on the spectators’ platform, took two steps forward, and spoke slowly.

Two figures, as swift as flowing light, suddenly leaped towards the huge arena in the valley, landing in the center, facing each other.

Lin Mo looked at his opponent, somewhat surprised. Before him was a short-haired man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He looked rather ordinary, dressed in a shabby coarse cloth outfit, with his aura completely restrained, making it hard for anyone to gauge his trump card.

To be honest, the guy standing before him, who took the group match championship, looked so plain that no one would associate him with a Heaven’s Chosen Son. Yet, the more ordinary he appeared, the more serious Lin Mo’s expression grew.

To restrain one’s sharpness and control True Yuan to such a calm extent was something even Lin Mo couldn’t achieve.

”Teng Yi.” The square-faced youth looked at Lin Mo, his gaze as deep as the ocean, calm and unruffled, and spoke faintly.

”Lin Mo.” Lin Mo clasped his fists and replied.

Once they stepped onto the stage, they were opponents, aiming to defeat each other for glory, with no need for excessive pleasantries.

In the crowd, two luxuriously dressed youths stood at a high point, their eyes looking distantly at the arena in the center of the valley, followed by some guards and similar figures.

”Brother, if you face Lin Mo, you must teach him a good lesson, avenge me. How dare he hit me in Dayan City and took my Ice Origin Shuttle.” One youthful face, slightly somber, clenched his fists tightly, with a glimmer of malice flickering in his eyes.

This youth in luxurious clothes was Duanmu Bo of the Duanmu Family, who had been fiercely beaten by Lin Mo in Dayan City and held a grudge ever since.

”Originally, I wanted to torment him well if I faced him, but I didn’t expect Su Yuanfan to arrange things this way.” Duanmu Jinglin squinted his eyes slightly, his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a Heaven’s Chosen Son, with a trace of indifference in his eyes, ”I wonder if he can defeat Teng Yi. That guy is a bit strange.”

”If it weren’t for Meng Qingge helping him, I would have sent someone to take him down long ago.” Duanmu Bo cursed under his breath, then his gaze fell on Teng Yi’s figure, ”I’ve never heard of this guy’s name before. What’s strange about him?”

”I can’t say. There’s just something odd about him, even a sense of danger.” Duanmu Jinglin shook his head gently, then chuckled again, ”Let’s see how they fight. Regardless, these ants have a long way to catch up to me.”

”Of course, brother, you’re the genius of our Duanmu Family, and with great-grandfather’s recommendation, the Sect Master will surely take you as a disciple. By then, no one will dare to challenge you.” Duanmu Bo looked at the youth beside him, showing a touch of admiration in his eyes.

On the arena, after a brief moment of silence, a sudden sharp sound cut through the air.

A fierce handprint, with solid True Yuan, came crashing towards Lin Mo.

This was Teng Yi’s probing attack, yet the power within the handprint shouldn’t be underestimated. It seems Teng Yi also understood that Lin Mo was a formidable opponent and didn’t hold back.

Bang!

Lin Mo’s eyes gleamed sharply, activating the Star Wheel Universe Map and Beast Transformation Map’s First Level simultaneously. With a stomp on the ground, his figure shot out, his right fist swiftly blasting from beneath his armpit, instantly bombarding the air, forming a fierce hurricane vortex on the surface of the fist.

In an instant, the handprint collided with the fist, and the world fell silent.

Then, a strong kinetic force burst out, spreading from both of them, causing the air to ripple with waves, and the sonic boom suddenly echoed.

”Seventy-two Split Sky Palm!”

Teng Yi stared at Lin Mo, their gazes collided like thunder and light, sparking invisible flames.

With Teng Yi’s shout, True Yuan on him surged violently, his aura becoming extremely sharp. This transformation was completed almost in an instant, with a layer of True Yuan light condensing on his palm as it shattered and struck towards Lin Mo again.

Feeling the change in the opponent, Lin Mo slightly widened his eyes. His Elemental Control Technique needed refinement, yet the control his opponent exhibited over True Yuan was no weaker than his own, even surpassing it, comparable to a Perfect Level technique.

Boom!

The powerful True Yuan-imbued handprint struck Lin Mo’s shoulder, sending him flying.

In that moment, the violent True Yuan surged into his body, causing Lin Mo to feel as if his bones were about to shatter. His body was several tiers above the usual Galaxy Level martial artists, yet this palm made him feel as if he were about to break, a testament to its power.

On the other hand, a flicker of surprise flashed in Teng Yi’s eyes. He was well aware of the strength of his palm; if a typical Galaxy Level martial artist took it, they would surely be severely injured. Yet this moment of contact felt as if he’d struck metal.

”This guy is indeed something else,” Teng Yi thought to himself. But this thought didn’t deter his attack. Instead, his figure surged forward, chasing after Lin Mo, with a trace of jade light flickering across his palm.

”Beast Transformation Map, Third Layer!”

Lin Mo had been pushed to his limit, True Fire igniting within him as the blood in his meridians boiled fiercely. A metallic sheen appeared on his skin, converging True Yuan. His fist, seemingly covered in frost, launched toward Teng Yi’s palm again.

This straightforward, no-frills style was merely a clash of True Yuan and physical might.

On the viewing platform, the Seventh Elder stroked his long white beard, his small eyes occasionally flashing a glint of wisdom, watching the battle on the stage intently, and chuckled, ”Didn’t expect Teng Yi to have such potential. The Seventy-two Split Sky Palm is a Heaven Rank hand technique martial art. Though it’s a lower Heaven Rank martial art, it’s a quite precious one!”

As he spoke, the Seventh Elder placed his gaze on a middle-aged man dressed in black beside him.

The middle-aged man’s expression shifted slightly and he bowed, ”Seventh Elder, Teng Yi is my most esteemed disciple. Although his talent might not be the best, he has been incredibly diligent since joining the Seven Sects, and his strength has improved rapidly. Therefore, I passed on the ’Seventy-two Split Sky Palm’ to him.”

”Master Feng really spared no effort. Teng Yi’s performance has been low-key, and it seems Master Feng intends for him to shine today.” Su Yuanfan glanced at the black-robed middle-aged man with a faint smile.

Among the Seven Sects, there are six Hall Masters in total. Su Yuanfan and Feng Rupei had the worst relationship, secretly competing with each other. Regarding this, the Seventh Elder merely turns a blind eye, as long as they don’t cause any major trouble.

Although Lin Mo hasn’t officially become Su Yuanfan’s disciple, he accepted the ’Bright Moon Manor’ gifted by Su Yuanfan, effectively placing him within Su Yuanfan’s faction, while Teng Yi was Feng Rupei’s disciple. This battle between Lin Mo and Teng Yi also pertained to the competition between the two Hall Masters.