Mental Power Attack

Yao Dingli looked at the two people on the field, then turned to Wang Chi. "How is his cultivation of your sect's Soul Corruption Technique?"

Wang Chi revealed a faint smile. "Senior, Wang Zichong's cultivation is quite good. This move relies heavily on talent."

"Then it's hard to say. I'm guessing Xu Mu's physique and combat power should be slightly stronger than Wang Zichong's."

As Yao Dingli spoke, he looked at Jiang Sheng. "I just don't know how his spiritual power is. If he can't withstand the Soul Corruption Technique, he will definitely lose."

Jiang Sheng nodded to himself. "Spiritual power is very difficult to cultivate. Most people can at most consume some heavenly treasures that enhance spiritual power. I don't know if Xu Mu's mind is stable or not."

"I think he'll definitely be fine. A figure of this level must have a very stable Dao heart. Ordinary spiritual techniques won't work on him."

Ning Kai was now extremely fond of Xu Mu. Their Strength Court hated the people from the Spirit Hall the most.

They preferred the most primal battles, head-on confrontations.

Meanwhile, the Spirit Hall loved to play those flashy, underhanded tricks.

"Hehe, no one can say for sure."

Wang Chi smiled and shrugged, but his expression was somewhat teasing.

Generally, those who practiced body tempering were more straightforward in their thinking, making them easier to fall for tricks.

Things like spiritual power were very hard to cultivate in the later stages. For most people, it only slowly grew stronger after adulthood, along with their increasing experience and life events.

This amount of growth was almost negligible.

Therefore, the ancestors of their Spirit Hall once said that for ninety percent of people, the magnitude of their spiritual power was destined from birth.

For example, most people liked to follow trends, didn't think independently, and went with the flow in everything.

They believed whatever others said, and when eating out, they specifically chose crowded places, thinking that a large crowd meant the food must be good.

Generally, such people didn't have strong spiritual power and could be easily captured.

Meanwhile, on the field.

Wang Zichong revealed a cold sneer. "You should just surrender. You can't beat me."

He admitted that he had underestimated Xu Mu before; after all, he couldn't take an attack from an early-stage Grandmaster head-on himself.

He felt that the strength of the physique of Xu Mu in front of him was not even weaker than Ning Mei's.

Unfortunately, in Wang Zichong's eyes, all of this was useless.

Because he knew the Spirit Hall's spiritual attacks, which was also the ultimate art of the Spirit Hall. The reason they were powerful was that they held two major spiritual techniques.

"This doesn't seem like you. When we met earlier, didn't you tell me to wait? Now that we finally meet, you're taking the initiative to ask me to surrender. Are you afraid to fight me?"

Xu Mu looked at Wang Zichong with a smile.

"Just you? You think too highly of yourself!"

Wang Zichong snorted coldly, suddenly raised his toes, and lightly crushed the ground.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The ground beneath Xu Mu's feet suddenly trembled.

He immediately retreated a few steps. From the place where he just stood, three vine spikes suddenly shot out.

The spikes missed Xu Mu, but their tips suddenly branched out, turning into countless needle-like points the size of chopsticks, piercing toward Xu Mu.

Wang Zichong didn't stop. While attacking with the spikes, his hands, wrapped in a green aura, began to draw a talisman in front of his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a rectangular talisman appeared before him.

It was about half a meter wide and one and a half meters long.

"Lightning Cloak Spell!"

Crackle!

This talisman crashed into Wang Zichong's body, and a robe formed by lightning appeared around him.

It could be clearly seen that countless flashes of lightning flickered around his body, splattering up to a meter away.

After dodging the spikes, Xu Mu looked at Wang Zichong in the distance.

As expected of a sect that majored in Daoist magic, they really had a lot of these flashy tricks.

However, he was also very smart, knowing to first use a defensive-type technique when fighting him.

Xu Mu walked toward Wang Zichong. No matter what, the opponent was also a peak Grandmaster expert.

The third disciple of the Spirit Hall, one of the five great sects.

Seeing Xu Mu approaching, Wang Zichong immediately retreated, but the attacks from his hands didn't stop.

Spikes continued to drill out of the ground one after another.

While dodging these spikes, Xu Mu noticed that the flow of Qi energy on Wang Zichong's body was very bizarre.

Obviously, he had a follow-up move.

He didn't interrupt, but wanted to see exactly what the other party intended to do.

Suddenly, Wang Zichong grinned. He clapped his hands forcefully, and the vine spikes drilling out of the ground all around suddenly dissipated.

Then, a massive number of black snakes drilled out from underground, swarming toward Xu Mu.

Xu Mu blinked, and all the black snakes around him vanished.

"Hahaha! Kid, is your head exploding? How does it feel to be hit by my Soul Corruption Technique?"

Wang Zichong suddenly burst into loud laughter in the distance. "Suffocate! Fall! You will be devoured to death by thousands of venomous snakes!"

While speaking, Wang Zichong strode toward Xu Mu.

Meanwhile, Xu Mu stood there, motionless.

At this time, the audience outside the field saw this and all began to discuss animatedly.

"As expected of the Spirit Hall, spiritual attacks are too unfair. I actually had high hopes for this Xu Mu."

"In the end, his strength is just lacking. In the last Martial Arts Tournament, the first-ranked Yun Yao, the second-ranked Jiang Cisui, and the third-ranked Bai Qingyuan, how come we didn't see them fall for it?"

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Up on the high platform.

Wang Chi was already celebrating in advance. "It seems this Xu Mu's spiritual power is just too weak."

Seeing this, Yao Dingli also shook his head slightly.

Many people's spiritual power was already destined. Being controlled by a spiritual technique of this level meant he was destined never to become a top-tier expert.

"Brother!"

"Don't go!"

Tong Guoguo noticed that Dai Xingluo was about to jump onto the stage to help, so she immediately grabbed her shoulder.

"If you go up now, Brother Mu will lose."

Meng Wanyue also followed up, "I don't believe Brother Mu would lose to him."

"That's right, I also believe in Xu Mu."

Fu Jinyu said with a calm expression.

How could Xu Mu be trapped by a spiritual attack of this level?

At this moment, Wang Zichong had already arrived in front of Xu Mu. He mocked with a smile, "I thought you were so strong..."

Slap!

Xu Mu slapped Wang Zichong across the face.

The powerful force distorted the shape of his face, sending his entire body flying out sideways.

"This is my first time seeing such a stupid person. Our battle isn't even over yet, and you dare to come before me completely defenseless?"

Xu Mu smiled and shrugged. Spiritual attack?

With his spiritual power of over two thousand, a move of this caliber couldn't even let him experience the fun of falling for a trick. It was gone in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zichong immediately adjusted his posture mid-air, finally landing on one knee. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of malice.

This was simply an insult. As the dignified third senior brother of the Spirit Hall, he was actually slapped in public by this nameless nobody.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, enthusiastic cheers suddenly erupted from the audience outside the field.

They hadn't expected Xu Mu to actually break free from the Spirit Hall's powerful spiritual attack.

"Well hit, Brother!"

Dai Xingluo stood up and applauded Xu Mu.

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Meng Wanyue, Jiang Huihui, and Xu Ningbing clapped vigorously, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

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Tong Guoguo took a bite of her apple and said indifferently, "If he couldn't even withstand this little spiritual attack, wouldn't he go crazy facing those powerful illusion arrays?"

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"That's right. Xu Mu's mental strength is probably on par with mine."

Fu Jinyu crossed his arms, a haughty look on his face. "How could he possibly fall for this trick?"

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"Impossible!"

Above the white clouds, Wang Chi pressed his hands against the table and stood up.