Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2173 Chapter 1019: I'm Done Playing_2

"The undefeated powerhouse squad of Taixu Gate is facing defeat at this very moment..."

"They're bound to lose—everyone else is out except for Mo Hua. He's nothing but an idler; what opponent could he possibly defeat?"

"Forget Xiao Wuchen; even the other four from Heavenly Sword Sect could rank as elite disciples among the Eight Great Gates. Mo Hua can't afford to mess with any of them!"

One person quipped: "Hey, don't count him out—perhaps Mo Hua can handle all five single-handedly?"

The crowd fell silent for a beat before erupting in uncontrollable laughter.

Yet amid the chuckles, a sense of emptiness crept in.

Taixu Gate's dismal showing made even mocking them feel somewhat pointless.

The sole mildly engaging aspect remained Mo Hua:

"This round, Mo Hua ought to meet his end for good, don't you think?"

This stood as the one remaining spark of intrigue in a sword discussion tournament that had shifted from "brimming with excitement" to "completely lackluster."

It even stirred a few onlookers.

Another nodded in agreement: "Taixu Gate is doomed to lose; he'll definitely perish by a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple's hand."

"Excellent! Excellent!" Numerous cultivators applauded with glee.

"At last, someone's going to take Mo Hua down once and for all."

"It's a shame, though—getting slain by Heavenly Sword Sect disciples isn't all that humiliating."

"After all, those Heavenly Sword Sect experts are overwhelmingly powerful, particularly Xiao Wuchen. Falling to their blades feels almost... unavoidable?"

"Lacks a real punch..."

"Ideally, in a do-or-die 'decisive bout' where both sides stake everything, they clash with fierce desperation, trading blows in a nail-biting stalemate, an intense battle like cracking skulls..."

"Then, in that pivotal instant, Mo Hua slips up, exposes a weakness, and gets slain in utter disgrace. Taixu Gate suffers total collapse, Mo Hua turns into an eternal villain, forever shamed and ridiculed by all..."

"Now that's a fitting end for Mo Hua."

"Too bad it won't happen..."

"Yeah, this brat's getting off lightly!"

Someone chimed in: "Come on, take what you can get and rejoice. Witnessing Mo Hua's death in this life would erase any regrets—no need to demand more."

"True enough."

"In the opening Earth stage round, he got beaten and died once—that's already a 'promising beginning.'"

"Plus, the Earth stage is only kicking off; plenty more sword discussion rounds and tough clashes lie ahead."

"Mo Hua has tons of opportunities to bite the dust."

"Plenty of thrilling spectacles on the way."

"Treat today as just the opening act..."

With that mindset, the crowd's mood lifted right away, and they gazed toward the sword discussion arena full of eager expectation.

They anticipated witnessing Mo Hua's ultimate "demise"...

Within the sword discussion arena.

Mo Hua darted about fluidly, still evading capture.

Two prodigies from Heavenly Sword Sect chased after him relentlessly, intent on his life.

Xiao Wuchen held back, merely observing from afar.

Evidently, ending Mo Hua personally wasn't worth his time.

The other two Heavenly Sword Sect disciples stood by with icy stares, swords at the ready. The moment Mo Hua faltered, they'd deliver a killing strike.

Their plan was straightforward.

Outpacing Mo Hua purely on footwork wasn't straightforward.

These were elite geniuses from the Four Great Sects, boasting immense power.

Yet that power focused on cultivation and combat prowess, not guaranteeing supreme movement skills.

At minimum, their footwork didn't outshine Feng Zichen, the prodigy from Carefree Sect.

Nor could they match Feng Zichen's Wind Sword in sheer speed during swordplay.

Not even Feng Zichen had snagged Mo Hua in a single strike.

They probably couldn't either.

So they pressed on, hounding Mo Hua with their blades to wear him down and provoke slip-ups through relentless assault.

Should Mo Hua err and his footwork betray an opening, the vigilant Heavenly Sword Sect disciple nearby would land the lethal hit.

Even without errors, his spiritual power would eventually deplete.

Spiritual power forms the core for any cultivator; every Daoist technique relies on it.

Even physical cultivation demands spiritual power to unleash the body's hidden strengths.

Once spiritual power runs dry, even the finest movement art becomes "rootless driftwood," impossible to sustain. Mo Hua's limited spiritual power cycle marked his gravest weakness as a spiritual cultivator.

Mo Hua let out a sigh.

He realized the end was near. Lacking Linghu Xiao and Cheng Mo, he truly had no way out.

His movement art shone brightly, yet this was a sword discussion—flawless footwork alone couldn't fell foes. Relying solely on evasion to exhaust opponents was unrealistic...

And with his scant Spiritual Power Cycle, he'd flag first without doubt.

Still, Mo Hua refused to yield without a fight.

Even in this "hopeless" phase of the sword discussion, he wouldn't squander the moment.

Mo Hua steadied his mind, brushing off concerns of win or loss, then resumed dodging with Water Passing Step against the Heavenly Sword Sect foes.

For one, to hone his Water Passing Step using these Heavenly Sword Sect prodigies.

For another, to study Heavenly Sword Sect's sword arts, get acquainted with their techniques, and build up sword dao insights for later battles.

Every sword form and spell pattern across the world, their strengths and flaws, needed to imprint in the mind and evolve into combat savvy.

A seasoned cultivator had to draw lessons from such encounters and forge sharp fighting instincts.

Admittedly, this evasion drained spiritual power heavily.

Mo Hua's movements grew more labored, turns harder to execute, his position ever more dire.

Beyond the sword discussion arena, Great Elder Zhang fixed his eyes on Mo Hua, thoughts profound and inscrutable.

The other spectators, spotting the clear omens of Mo Hua's downfall, all wore faces lit with satisfaction.