Combatant
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After exchanging over 1,000 blows with Su Mo, Liu Canyang's aura became increasingly weak.

Liu Canyang was already very thin. Now, he has lost more weight. He's as thin as a stick.

He had lost almost half of his Qi and blood.

Liu Canyang was secretly anxious, and his forehead was already covered in sweat.

He knew that if he could not kill Su Mo as quickly as possible, he would definitely lose!

“Strade Art Like a Snake!”

Liu Canyang roared and attacked Su Mo more fiercely. His long sword flashed as he charged towards Su Mo crazily.

“Hehe! Has he gone mad? “

Su Mo sneered, but he did not want to fight directly with his opponent. He used his body movements to the extreme, leaving behind a series of shadows as he dodged the attack.

Now that he had devoured most of the other party's blood qi and qi, the other party was getting weaker and weaker, and he had the upper hand.

Under such circumstances, only a fool would fight him head-on.

As long as he relied on the speed of his movement technique to fight his opponent for a while, there would be no tension in his victory.

At that time, Liu Canyang's Original Qi would be depleted, and his Qi and blood would dry up. He will be like a fish on a cutting board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Xiu Xiu Xiu!

Liu Canyang's attack was fierce. His sword was like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue. It was cunning and cruel, but it was clear that it was not strong enough. The speed started to drop.

Su Mo's footwork was mysterious and his body kept flashing to dodge his opponent's attack. His entire body was like a breeze, extremely smooth and hard to trace.

“Whale Swallow and Gradual Snake!”

The long sword in Liu Canyang's hand moved quickly and formed a large circle. It was like a python that opened its bloody mouth and tried to bite Su Mo.

Whooshing sound!

Su Mo quickly retreated and distanced himself from his opponent.

However, what Liu Canyang did next shocked Su Mo.

After forcing Su Mo to retreat with a single move, Liu Canyang suddenly turned around and flew out of the battle ring.

Liu Canyang was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he had left the battle ring and arrived at the exit of the seventh zone.

“F * ck ..!”

Su Mo could not resist the curse.

Liu Canyang is running away!

Su Mo did not expect Liu Canyang to escape so suddenly. Even if he wanted to chase after her, it was too late!

The audience stand is also in an uproar!

Liu Canyang had actually escaped from the arena. Did he run away?

Liu Canyang, the Demon Swordsman with the cultivation of the Lv 8 Spiritual Martial Realm, was still no match for Su Mo, so he decisively chose to escape!

In the battle ring, Su Mo sighed inwardly. He's not chasing her. If he runs away, let it go! If there was a chance in the future, he would kill this person.

Since the battle was over, Su Mo was unwilling to continue. He looked at the supervisor and said, “I'm exhausted and can't fight anymore. Call it a day!”

As soon as Su Mo's voice fell, the crowd became in an uproar.

“Su Mo record finally set!”

“Yes! One hundred and fifty-one matches have broken records in the last two hundred years. There are only two games to go and we will be chasing the highest record in history! “

“I think he wants to keep fighting!”

“He has reached his limit. After so many battles, he no longer had the strength to fight!”

The audience stands were full of discussions. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the tall and straight young man in the fighting ring.

Su Mo became the center of attention!

At the management booth, the supervisors were a little relieved when they heard Su Mo's words. They were really afraid that Su Mo would continue to fight.

However, when they thought of Su Mo's record and the reward the battle ring would give, their faces could not stop twitching.

“Your record is one hundred and fifty-one matches!”

One of the supervisors stood up, thought for a moment, and continued, “For your reward.!”.

At this point, the flight attendant suddenly stopped. This number is too frightening. For a moment, he really could not say it out loud.

Not to mention the rewards for the first 100 matches, just the bonus of 500 Low Spiritual Stones for the next 51 matches meant Su Mo would earn over 20,000 Low Spiritual Stones for every match he won!

“How much is the prize?”

Su Mo asked.

Su Mo did not count the exact number, but he knew the number was many.

At this moment, a mountain-like aura emerged from the void, and a white-haired old man came walking in the air.

It was none other than Elder Yuan from the Four Seas Fighting Ring!

Elder Yuan flew into the seventh zone and stood in midair.

“Young friend, you have won 151 battles in a row. After deducting the reward for the first 50 battles that have been paid to you, the remaining reward is 681,375 low-tier Spirit Stones!”

Elder Yuan said in a low voice.

Hissing! Hissing! Hissing!

As soon as Elder Yuan's words fell, the entire seventh zone was filled with gasping breaths.

Even though they were mentally prepared and knew that the prize for 151 consecutive wins would be terrifying, many people were still stunned when they heard the exact numbers.

But when they heard the exact number, many people were still dumbfounded on the spot, and their minds were buzzing.

The eyes of many people were suddenly filled with greed.

It was 680,000 low-tier Spiritual Stones! That's not 680,000 gold taels!

Even martial artists in the True Spirit Realm would go crazy, let alone martial artists in the Spiritual Martial Realm.

In the battle ring, Su Mo was also stunned! His heart is fucked!

Six hundred and eighty one thousand three hundred and seventy-five low-tier spiritual stones?

If he had so many Spiritual Stones, wouldn't his cultivation speed skyrocket?

Both his Martial Soul level and his cultivation realm would skyrocket in no time.

Moreover, with so many Spiritual Stones, even if Su Mo needed several times more Spiritual Qi than the others, it would be enough for him to cultivate to the True Spirit Realm!

Su Mo's body trembled uncontrollably because he was too excited.

Elder Yuan sighed, looked at Su Mo, and said, “However, the Four Seas Battle Ring cannot afford to buy Spiritual Stones in bulk now. Come to the battle ring in three days, and I will give you a gift!”

Elder Yuan was telling the truth. 680,000 Lower Spiritual Stones was equivalent to one year's income from a battle ring. He really can't afford it now!

He needed three days to prepare.

“Three days?”

Su Mo frowned and thought for a moment. Then, he nodded and said, “OK, I will be back in three days!”

Since Elder Yuan wanted to give him a gift in three days, Su Mo had no choice.

After all, compared to the battle ring, he was the weaker party and could only listen to Elder Yuan's arrangements.

However, Su Mo did not care. As long as Elder Yuan was willing to pay for the Spiritual Stone, he did not mind waiting for a few days!

“OK!”

Elder Yuan slightly nodded, then turned his head and gestured to a servant.

The stewardess took out a jade pendant and handed it to Su Mo.

There is a set of numbers engraved on the jade pendant — 151.

This was a testament to Su Mo's battle record.

After explaining everything clearly, Elder Yuan turned around and left without a word.

Phew!

Su Mo put away the jade pendant, let out a long sigh, and slowly walked down the battle ring.

At this moment, Luo Qianfan and Luo Huan also walked down the audience stands and quickly walked towards Su Mo.

“Su Mo, let's go!”

Luo Qianfan came up to Su Mo and said solemnly.

“OK!”

Su Mo nodded and said nothing more.

Then, the three of them did not linger and left the Four Seas Battle Ring together.

In the audience stands, many people stared at Su Mo's back with sparkling eyes.