The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Chapter 437: The Downtrodden Senior Brother and the Cannon Fodder Little Fox Demon 04

The martial arts arena was packed, the usually spacious ground now appearing unbearably crowded. Almost every disciple of Xuantian Sect had emerged, even several elders who had been in seclusion for years were alerted and emerged to watch the fight. Several young disciples nearly fell from the branches of the ancient pine trees at the edge of the arena, vying for the best viewing position.

"Is this Chen Xuan crazy? A mere outer sect disciple dares to challenge Senior Brother Chu?" An inner sect disciple in a green shirt sneered, and the folding fan in his hand slammed shut with a "snap", making a crisp sound on his palm.

The fellow disciple beside him lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Chen Xuan is no ordinary person. It is said that the Sect Leader's daughter Gong Xueying personally recommended him to the Sect Leader. I saw them having a secret meeting in the back mountain a few days ago..."

"Hush!" another person interrupted hastily, looking around warily, "Be careful with your words! Senior Brother Chu is on the stage."

Discussions from the sidelines rose and fell, like a swarm of bees buzzing among flowers. Some people even started a gambling game, and the odds had reached 1 to 20, but still no one was betting on Chen Xuan.

On the ring, Chu Mo wore a plain white robe, its sleeves fluttering gently in the morning breeze. He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as indifferent as ever, as if this competition, which hinged on his reputation, had nothing to do with him. The sunlight shone on his sharply defined profile, outlining a cool silhouette.

Gong Xueying was standing beside Chen Xuan, her pale purple dress making her skin look like cream.

Her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the silk ribbon around her waist, and her fingertips turned slightly white due to the force.

When she noticed Chu Mo's gaze, she lowered her head in panic, her thick eyelashes casting a shadow on her face, covering the guilt and uneasiness in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Chen Xuan noticed her strangeness and gently placed his warm palm on the back of her hand. "Everything is going according to plan."

Gong Xueying retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted, her voice as thin as a mosquito's: "I... I just..."

"Just what?" Chen Xuan leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing her earlobe, "Regret it?"

Gong Xueying looked up suddenly, meeting Chen Xuan's half-smile. The sharpness hidden in his eyes made her heart tremble, and she suddenly felt that the person in front of her was terrifyingly unfamiliar.

“Boom—”

The lingering sound of the morning bell echoed among the mountains, and the deacon elder's resounding voice resounded throughout the venue: "The competition begins!"

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“The competition begins!”

The deacon elder's order was like a thunderclap, and Chen Xuan's figure turned into a black lightning.

The long sword "Qingshuang" in his hand made a sharp buzzing sound, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Chu Mo's throat. This move "Changhong Guanri" actually carried a cold murderous intent!

"Hiss—" A collective gasp echoed from the audience. The expressions of several elders watching the match suddenly changed, and the head of the Law Enforcement Hall suddenly stood up, but was stopped by the head of the sect, Gong Sheng.

Chu Mo, however, seemed to be strolling leisurely in the garden. The moment the sword tip reached his throat, his figure floated back like a flowing cloud. The fatal sword barely grazed his snow-white clothes, leaving not even a wrinkle.

"Excellent agility!" Elder Discipline couldn't help but admire. "This 'Flowing Cloud Step' has reached perfection."

Chu Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering, his voice as cold as frost: "Junior Brother Chen, the sect competition is over."

A sinister look flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, and he sneered, "Brother Chu, are you looking down on me by being so resigned?" As he spoke, the long sword in his hand suddenly emitted a strange green light, and he actually used the most brutal "Three Soul-Severing Styles" of the Xuantian Sword Technique!

"This..." The disciples watching the fight looked at each other in bewilderment. This set of sword techniques was only used in life-and-death struggles.

Chu Mo's eyes darkened slightly, but his posture remained calm. He tapped his toes lightly, weaving freely among the sword shadows. Chen Xuan's sword power grew more and more powerful, yet it couldn't even touch the corner of Chu Mo's clothes.

"That's amazing!" A new disciple excitedly tugged at his companion's sleeve. "Senior Brother Chu is just teasing him!"

Chen Xuan's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he was confused and uncertain: "Impossible! Gong Xueying clearly said that she had put the 'Erosion Spirit Powder' in the tea..." He couldn't help but sneak a peek at the audience, only to see Gong Xueying clutching the handkerchief tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

At this moment of distraction, Chu Mo suddenly changed his tactics. He put his right hand together like a sword, and a condensed sword energy broke through the air!

"boom!"

Chen Xuan flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the barrier at the edge of the arena. His throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

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"Thank you." Chu Mo stood up and was about to announce the end of the competition when his expression suddenly changed.

He felt a strange numbness in his dantian, and the spiritual energy he was circulating suddenly became sluggish.

"It finally broke out..." Chen Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with ecstasy. He suddenly jumped up, and his long sword turned into a green light and went straight to Chu Mo's heart!

"Be careful!" someone exclaimed from the audience.

Chu Mo forced himself to dodge sideways, but due to the blockage in his meridians, he was half a beat slower. With a "swish", the sword pierced his right shoulder, and blood instantly stained his snow-white clothes red.

"You..." Chu Mo staggered back, a hint of realization flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Gong Xueying and saw that the girl's face was as pale as paper, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Chen Xuan was in a dominant position, his sword moves becoming increasingly vicious. He said with a smile, "Brother Chu, let me learn from your superior skills!" With that, he turned his sword and charged forward.

"Stop!" the law enforcement elder shouted, but was stopped by an invisible barrier - he had no idea who had secretly set up the barrier.

“Sizzle—”

A horrifying tearing sound exploded in the ring.

The Qingshuang Sword in Chen Xuan's hand emitted a strange glow, and the sword tip accurately severed the spiritual vein on Chu Mo's right wrist.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, drawing a sad and beautiful arc in the sunlight, splashing on the bluestone ground, making a "hissing" burning sound - that was the essence of blood containing spiritual power evaporating.

"Hmm..." Chu Mo groaned and slammed his left knee heavily on the ring.

His left hand tightly gripped his bleeding right wrist, his knuckles turning white from the strain. The moment he looked up, a piercing chill ignited in his eyes, which had always been as cold as frost.