Mo Tianling couldn't help but be taken aback.
Su Yi's words were similar in spirit to what he had said to Wen Jueyuan earlier.
Both were incredibly arrogant!
Immediately, Mo Tianling burst into laughter, looking up at the sky, and said, "I have experienced more than a year in the Red Scales Army, countless kills, and I have seen many madmen, but none as crazy as you, Su Yi!"
"I want to see if you are worthy of my blade!"
The thunderous laughter echoed in the air.
Mo Tianling made a sudden attack. The bones in his body made crackling noises like frying beans, and between his breaths, his blood surged and surged like a tide.
Boom!
With a stomp of his foot, the iron-cast arena shook violently.
His figure, like a swift thunderbolt, rushed out!
Still in mid-air, he clenched his right hand, like a mountain being lifted, and fiercely smashed towards Su Yi.
With immense force and boundless dominance!
"Exquisite and present, fist power like thunder! This is the 'Earth-Shattering Thunderous Hand' of the pinnacle of perfection!" Fu Shan's pupils contracted, and he blurted out.
This was a supreme technique mastered by Yun Guanghou Shen Jiuyong, known as the fist of the earth and the might of thunder, with unpredictable power.
And for Mo Tianling to bring this supreme technique to the level of "pinnacle of perfection," it was truly terrifying!
Only top-notch inner disciples like Ni Hao in the Qinghe Sword Mansion could refine a martial art to such a level.
"The Earth-Shattering Thunderous Hand of Yun Guanghou!"
"Now Su Yi is probably going to be smashed to pieces."
There was an exclamation in the crowd, and some important figures were shocked and their expressions changed.
"Young Master..."
Hu Quan's heart was hanging in his throat.
Others, too, felt a tense sensation throughout their bodies. Mo Tianling's momentum was too terrifying, and Wen Jueyuan's miserable defeat served as a warning!
But Su Yi stood still, until Mo Tianling rushed over, he raised his right arm slightly.
With his five fingers, he formed an illusory cage!
Within a palm, it seemed to be able to trap the entire world.
His ethereal and detached temperament also quietly changed at this moment.
Boom!
A dull sound rang out on the arena.
Everyone felt their vision blur, and saw Mo Tianling's figure, like a reversed arrow, suddenly retreat more than ten feet before stabilizing.
"No wonder you dare to challenge me on the stage. It turns out your cultivation has recovered."
Mo Tianling's eyes flickered with brilliance. Amidst his surprise, he suddenly understood.
At the same time, the entire venue was in an uproar, and there was a commotion among the audience.
Su Yi!
The son-in-law known to everyone in Guangling City, a discarded disciple of the Qinghe Sword Mansion who had lost his cultivation, had actually regained his cultivation when no one knew!
This was truly shocking.
"How is that possible!?"
Nanying was greatly stimulated, her pretty face changing drastically, her beautiful eyes widened.
Back then, it was because Su Yi had lost his cultivation that she had betrayed him without hesitation and sought her own path.
But how could she have expected that just one year later, Su Yi, whom she had kicked out like trash, had actually regained his cultivation.
This imbalance in her mindset made her unable to control herself.
"This is quite unexpected..."
Ni Hao was also taken aback, but relatively calm.
Ni Hao was also surprised, but relatively calm.
When Su Yi was in the Qinghe Sword Mansion, his cultivation level was only at the Blood-Refining stage of the "Tendon Refinement" level. Even if he had recovered now, it wasn't something to be concerned about.
"This..."
Wen Changqing, who had been silent with a gloomy face since the banquet began, couldn't help but show a look of astonishment, his face changing unpredictably.
Damn it, this bastard is hiding so deep!
Wen Jueyuan, Wen Shaobei, and other members of the Wen family also wore shocked expressions, staring blankly.
There was only one thought in their minds: When did Su Yi regain his cultivation?
"Hmph, no wonder he's so arrogant. It turns out he regained his cultivation after losing it."
Li Tianhan's eyes darkened.
A worthless person is not worth a second glance.
But when a worthless person becomes a warrior with cultivation, it's different.
This made Li Tianhan furrow his brows slightly, thinking about the actions his son Li Moyun would take tonight, remaining silent.
"This kid can really keep his composure."
Zhou Huaiqiu showed a look of gratified surprise, his heart churning. He suddenly regretted why he didn't personally meet Su Yi after arriving in Guangling City.
Could it be that it was because of his somewhat distant attitude that Su Yi didn't want to mention his cultivation recovery to him?
Thinking of this, the joy in Zhou Huaiqiu's heart faded a lot, leaving him with mixed feelings.
"So, Young Master has become a warrior again..."
Hu Quan was overjoyed.
Among those present, only Fu Shan, Huang Yunchong, Nie Beihu, Nie Teng, and Huang Qianjun remained relatively calm.
Because they had known these things early on and knew more than others.
The venue was boiling, and there was a constant commotion in Guangling City.
Even in Luoyun City, they were also surprised. A son-in-law who was considered to have lost his cultivation staged such a comeback, which was undoubtedly unexpected.
Suddenly, Li Jianyu, with a cold sneer, shouted loudly, "So what if his cultivation has been restored? Back when he was the Outer Sect Sword Master of the Qinghe Sword Mansion, his cultivation was nowhere near as powerful as Wen Jueyuan's!"
One sentence suppressed many discussions in the arena and quieted the atmosphere.
"That's right, even though Su Yi's cultivation has been restored, so what? Wen Jueyuan was defeated by a single punch. "
Nan Ying murmured softly, and her previously out-of-control emotions finally calmed down a bit.
Others also realized this and restrained their emotions, shifting their gaze to the arena.
However, in the face of Su Yi's restored cultivation, everyone's attitude had subtly changed.
"Well, that's not bad. It saves me the embarrassment of bullying a poor creature without cultivation when I defeat you."
Mo Tianling calmed down and spoke with a smiling face.
Su Yi remained calm throughout.
He ignored Mo Tianling's provocation and instead turned his gaze to Nie Teng at the banquet, saying, "You watch closely."
Nie Teng was stunned, his face full of confusion and disbelief.
Boom!
Mo Tianling seized this opportunity and launched another attack.
His momentum was like a demon rising in the sky, with thunder and lightning flashing, swift and domineering. It was a true technique of battlefield slaughter, with an astonishing aura of iron and blood.
Wen Jueyuan's breath stagnated. He had a strong premonition that if he were facing such an attack, he would be seriously injured if not killed!
The people outside the arena also noticed that Mo Tianling had turned murderous, using real means instead of the casual and reserved attitude he had shown before.
They saw Su Yi's figure stretch out, his hands moving in the void, as if flowing like clouds and water, without a trace of smoke or fire.
But when Mo Tianling threw a punch, that tyrannical and fierce punch was silently deflected, unable to touch Su Yi's clothes.
What was even more unbelievable was that Su Yi's movements were not fast, flowing smoothly like clouds and possessing a mysterious rhythm.
"Using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, the Art of Flower Replacement?"
Mo Tianling's expression changed slightly. This was a martial arts technique that was not difficult to learn.
But when used by Su Yi, it had an impeccable and flawless charm.
Boom!
A cold light flashed in Mo Tianling's eyes as he swung his fist with a killing intent.
In order to refine the technique of Demonic Thunderous Strikes, he had fought in the Red Scale Army for over a year, killing countless fierce opponents on the bloody battlefield, finally achieving a mastery of the martial art.
At this moment, he unleashed his full power, as fierce as a tiger and leopard, his fists like thunderbolts. He seemed like a human-shaped weapon, with an extremely oppressive momentum.
But what made Mo Tianling's face change was that every attack he made was easily deflected by Su Yi, which left him shocked and frustrated.
In the eyes of the onlookers, Mo Tianling seemed like a raging storm, charging at Su Yi from all directions.
And Su Yi was like a boulder, standing firm, allowing the storm to pass by without even touching his clothes.
This scene drew the attention of the entire audience.
Some important figures were shocked and wore expressions of disbelief.
Only Nie Beihu and Nie Teng, father and son, were the most excited.
They saw that Su Yi was using the martial art "Bird-Catching Hand," which they were both proficient in!
However, when they used Bird-Catching Hand, their palm strength was like an invisible cage, only preventing the birds from flying away.
Nie Beihu had immersed himself in this martial art for many years, and when he used it, he could trap a group of birds within the range of his palm strength, showing exquisite skill.
But when compared to Su Yi, he realized that he was completely outmatched.
In Su Yi's hands, this martial art erupted with unimaginable power.
It was as if a celestial being was demonstrating it.
Viewing all living beings as birds and encompassing the heavens and earth in a cage!
Nie Teng was stunned, his mind captivated, and he was continuously shocked.
He finally realized that the martial art he had been cultivating for many years could possess such incredible power!
He dared not distract himself, holding his breath and focusing his attention, carefully observing.
"It's rare for the son of the Nie family to gain the recognition of Mr. Su!"
Fu Shan sighed inwardly.
How could he not know that Su Yi was using this duel as an opportunity to personally guide Nie Teng in the intricacies of the Bird-Catching Hand?
Huang Yunchong's expression also became strange, just like Fu Shan. They both saw through Su Yi's intentions.
This was called fate!
At the same time, everyone in the arena could see that Mo Tianling was in a precarious situation.
Under Su Yi's hands, he was like a trapped beast. With every palm strike from Su Yi, it was as if invisible cages were layered upon him, covering his figure. No matter how he charged and struggled, he couldn't break free from the trap.
These unimaginable scenes caused numerous astonished exclamations in the arena.
Most people had previously believed that even if Su Yi regained his cultivation, he was destined to be no match for the likes of Mo Tianling, who was ferocious and reckless.
But now, everyone was shaken.
Especially Nan Ying, Ni Hao, Wen Jueyuan, and Wen Shaobei. Their emotions fluctuated greatly, and their faces kept changing, displaying a splendid array of expressions.
A character they had once belittled, scorned, ignored, and looked down upon had now revealed a combat power that they couldn't even imagine. How could they accept it?
"Break!"
On the arena, Mo Tianling, his face dark and solemn, suddenly roared loudly, pouring all his strength into his right fist like a surging flood, and threw a punch.
This punch was as fast as lightning, roaring like thunder, tearing through the air, fully displaying the power of a top-notch expert in the Transcendent Blood Realm.
"Very well, let me show you what true martial arts are!"
Su Yi sighed lightly, pressing his palms lightly in the air.
This seemingly light press appeared feeble and without strength.
But Mo Tianling's face turned pale, feeling as if Su Yi's hands were holding a cage, exuding the immense weight of the heavens and earth, pressing down oppressively.
Faced with this prison of heaven and earth, Mo Tianling himself seemed so small and powerless.
There was no escape, no avoidance!