Dragon Roar for intimidation, followed by a Dragon Punch.
This was almost a sure-kill punch, yet it hit nothing.
Ao Zhan slowly retracted his fist, stood up straight, and looked at the cracked ground from his punch, his cold face gradually frowning.
"...Didn't manage to roar him down?"
How could it be...
Meanwhile, outside the Taoist Field.
Seeing Mo Hua shatter his Dao Discussion Jade again and escape, there was a chorus of boos from the crowd:
"Shameless, he ran away again!"
"Retreating on the brink of battle, a coward for sure!"
"Spineless, utterly shameless!"
Some people sighed with regret:
"What a pity, Ao Zhan's punch was just a little bit off... had it been a bit faster, he could've smashed Mo Hua to bits..."
"If he hadn't roared, maybe Mo Hua would've died.."
"What do you mean by 'roared', you know nothing, that's the Dragon Roar Skill of Longding Sect."
"This is an ultimate technique and Taoist skill of Longding Sect, exceedingly mysterious and extremely difficult to learn..."
"Ordinary disciples learn the Tiger Roar, only the top disciples can master the Dragon Roar!"
"During battle, using the sound of Tiger Roar and Dragon Roar to intimidate the opponent."
"If the opponent gets roared down, a solid strike from the Dragon Ding Punch would leave him half dead, if not outright dead."
"This Taoist skill, Ao Zhan hadn't used it in the previous sword discussions. Using it against Mo Hua this time could be considered giving him some face."
"He probably guessed that rotten kid Mo Hua would run away when the situation turned bad, so he wanted to use the Dragon Roar Skill to hold him down, then kill him with a punch."
"What a pity, still a bit too slow..."
"That wretched kid Mo Hua is as sly as a 'ghost..."
"Even ghosts aren't as sly as him..."
Amidst the chatter outside the arena, inside, Ao Zhan, having failed to kill Mo Hua, looked coldly angry, threw a punch to vent his anger, shattering a large area of trees and rocks, then turned around and coldly ordered:
"Kill the Monster Beasts."
"Yes!"
The other four prodigies from the Longding Sect responded in unison.
Then, the five of them joined forces, using only their physical strength, clashed head-on in more than dozens of rounds, and slaughtered a Second Grade High-Rank Bear Demon, severing its limbs, slicing open its chest, and
gruesomely extracting its inner core.
Thus the sword discussion ended, Longding Sect won.
And Mo Hua and his companions lost another match.
Zhang Lan, Wenren Wan, Gu Changhuai, Murong Caiyun, and all the cultivators silently observing and concerned about Mo Hua, remained silent, their
expressions somewhat dejected.
Yu Er pursed her lips, her little face looking a bit sad.
***
Afterward, it was the sword discussions of other sects.
Inside the Mount of Tao arena.
Mo Hua, who had stepped down after defeat, packed the storage bags with Linghu Xiao and a few others, preparing to return to their sect.
Cheng Mo and Situ Jian were in low spirits, saying nothing.
Ouyang Xuan's face was worse, also tinged with some unwillingness.
Linghu Xiao's expression was also cold.
Although his demeanor was always indifferent, this time, there was more confusion, gloom, and gravity mixed in, like a shadowy cloud of depression.
"Xiaoxiao." Mo Hua called him.
Linghu Xiao was startled, raised his head to look at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua sighed, somewhat regretfully saying, "Another loss for us in this match."
Linghu Xiao nodded, saying nothing.
He lost even more thoroughly.
Under the hands of Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, he barely had any chance to fight back, being forcibly suppressed the entire match and was eventually slain
personally.
The more of a prodigy one is, the prouder their nature, and the less they can tolerate failure.