I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples Chapter 1436 - 1436 1436 Mo Ling This move is solid (13)

Chapter 1436: Chapter 1436: Mo Ling: This move is solid! (1/3) Chapter 1436: Chapter 1436: Mo Ling: This move is solid! (1/3) At the chanical College’s camp, the other people who were kept in the dark had stupefied expressions on their faces.

What is this about?

Logically speaking, Mo Lei’s realm completely surpassed that of his opponent, even if the opponent’s formation was quickly conjured and didn’t require the usual array master preparations like setting up an array foundation for release. Under the control of Mo Lei’s puppets and his own realm, it shouldn’t have been so easy to fall into the opponent’s formation!

And to be sent out of the ring so quickly…

“Could it be that Brother Mo Lei was careless and accidentally fell into the opponent’s illusion array?”

“But that’s impossible too. A Puppet Master’s proficiency in the soul aspect is also extrely outstanding. How could he easily fall into an illusion array?”

“Then do you have any other explanations for this situation?”

Thus, that person fell silent.

They simply couldn’t think of any other possibilities.

After all, they didn’t know that the Mo Family had already decided to throw the match to let the Mixed Spirit Academy… or should say, to let Mu Fusheng’s group win this slot.

Beside them, including Mo Ling and Mo Xing from the Mo family, all four couldn’t help but cover their faces.

Although they wanted you to throw the match, this was a bit too obvious, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t just the people from the Mo Family.

Even Mu Fusheng and the others, as well as Fang Qiong on the stage, were still dazed and had yet to recover from the shock.

Fang Qiong had originally planned to use the Annihilation Illusionary Killing Formation to stall the opponent for a bit—even just a little would allow him to collaborate with Lian Zhi to unleash “The Coming of the Night”. Only by releasing “The Coming of the Night” and combining it with the Small God Slaying Sword Formation could they possibly defeat a strong and unique opponent like Mo Lei.

But then… one Annihilation Illusionary Killing Formation ended it.

Who could have predicted that!

Below, Mu Fusheng slowly began to understand and speculated, “Underestimating the enemy is impossible; they value the quota too much. Even when facing an opponent of lower realm, they would exert full strength to quickly defeat Junior Brother Fang without giving any chance! Otherwise, the Mo Family wouldn’t personally get involved.”

“Therefore, there’s only one possibility, which is that Sister Mo Yu and those few from the Mo Family discussed it and let them intentionally throw the match.”

This was communicated through voice transmission.

Blackie, Fang Qiong, and Shi Sheng upon hearing this guess, couldn’t help but nod.

It was the only plausible explanation.

Aside from those few from the Mo Family and Mu Fusheng’s group who knew.

The audience was also completely confused.

As astute as Jiu Xuan was, he remained silent for a long ti, unable to say anything, utterly clueless!

Jiu Bailu looked at Fang Qiong and then at those few from the Mo Family, pondering.

In a hidden spot.

Lu Changsheng’s eyes twitched, and Mo Yu also covered her face.

Isn’t this… what is this?

The acting is just too poor, isn’t it?

Lucky for them, this competition doesn’t have penalties for passive behavior, or else Mo Lei might have been directly banned for life…

Gu Sheng, however, didn’t mind; he always thought the match against the chanical College would be tough, with less than a thirty percent chance of defeating them.

Now that Fang Qiong had won, it undoubtedly relieved a lot of pressure from the Mixed Spirit Academy.

Fang Qiong took a deep breath, unable to say anything now, and just had to continue the competition.

The next contestant from the Mo Family was another participating student, Mo Ling.

Now Mo Ling had a conflicted expression, how should he throw the match?

If he followed Mo Lei’s thod, others might notice the problem.

But if others couldn’t detect it, then Mo Lei might face external skepticism…

After comparing the consequences of both.

Mo Ling quickly decided how he should throw the match.

Let Mo Lei be questioned, it doesn’t matter, it’s good to toughen up his ntal state.

As other people saw Mo Ling take the stage, they couldn’t help but exclaim.

Mo Ling’s realm had already advanced to the late stage of the Ancestral Realm.

That wasn’t the main point; the main thing was that Mo Ling was a disciple of the current head of the Mo Family.

“This identity is enough to showcase Mo Ling’s talent and strength in the art of puppetry.”

“After the referee announced the start.”

“Mo Ling imdiately released his puppets.”

“Seventeen puppets from the late Ancestral Realm! A full eight more than Mo Lei!”

“These seventeen puppets slowly moved into different positions surrounding Fang Qiong, blocking all his possibilities for evasion and also ready to strike imdiately.”

“There shouldn’t be any problem now.”

“The audience and the other main contestants from the chanical College couldn’t help but nod involuntarily.”

“Mo Ling made his move, and defeating Fang Qiong seed to be an easy task.”

“Although Senior Brother Mu guessed that the opponent was specifically ntioned by Sister Mo Yu, Fang Qiong wouldn’t take it lightly, his expression solemn as he planned to follow the original strategy!”

“The Annihilation Illusionary Killing Formation instantly enveloped the entire arena!”

“In the previous battle, Fang Qiong hadn’t retracted the formation and instantly activated it, enveloping Mo Ling within!”

“Feeling the Annihilation Illusionary Killing Formation, Mo Ling hesitated for a mont, then his eyes showed confusion before he regained clarity and controlled the seventeen puppets to attack Fang Qiong simultaneously!”

“Fang Qiong also frowned slightly, imdiately activating the killing power within the Annihilation Illusionary Killing Formation.”

“Mo Ling didn’t use his puppets to defend at all but released a huge power of his soul to form a barrier that resisted all killing attacks.”

“Seventeen puppets, with no intention of defending the Puppet Master himself, under Mo Ling’s control, swung their enormous fists towards Fang Qiong!”

“The path of the seventeen fists tore through the space, causing an uproar!”

“If this attack landed on Fang Qiong, it would likely inflict severe injuries.”

“In the midst of the disturbance, even with Lian Zhi’s coalescence, the darkness had still not fully solidified within his body.”

“Biting his teeth, Fang Qiong’s skin turned silver!”

“Below the Silver Skin, a red color erged.”

“Further, beams of jade-colored light shone through, connecting to form the shape of human bones!”

“Inside his body, there were sounds like thunderclaps.”

“Holy Formation Prison Body Technique, Silver Skin, Blood Muscle, Jade Bone, Five Organs.”

“At this mont, fully stimulated!”

“Fang Qiong planned to withstand this hit hard, and if he could just withstand this attack, then the night’s arrival would be complete!”

“However, just as Fang Qiong was about to et these puppets head-on.”

“Mo Ling slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze shifting.”

“The fists of the two puppets closest to Fang Qiong brushed past his shoulders!”

“And the puppets coming from behind all landed their fists on the arms of those that had just brushed past Fang Qiong’s shoulders…”

“Bang bang!”

“Crack crack…”

“The fists of the four puppets cracked upon impact.”

“Fang Qiong didn’t have ti to be stunned, sensing a good opportunity, he imdiately darted out of the encirclent of these four puppets.”

“But the other thirteen puppets closed in tight again!”

“In a circular formation, they tightened the encirclent around Fang Qiong, pressing closer.”

“Fang Qiong saw this, hmm… sothing seed off.”

“Then he leapt straight up.”

“The remaining thirteen puppets crashed into each other, their fists hitting their own puppet bodies.”

“At that mont, they all had missing hands or legs…”

“Mo Ling wiped the sweat from his face and raised his hands, saying, ‘Ah, my control over the puppets is really not up to par, I concede, I concede.'”

“Then he jumped off the arena.”

“Hmm, having lost seventeen puppets, such a big price hopefully wouldn’t be noticed by anyone, right?”

“Perfect!”

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“PS: Qingming Festival was busy, ca back late, still writing two more chapters, haha.”