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

"Taixu Gate's undefeated elite squad, always victorious until now, faces defeat at this very moment..."

"They're bound to lose; everyone's perished except for Mo Hua. He's nothing but a slacker—who could he possibly take down?"

"Forget about Xiao Wuchen; even the other four from Heavenly Sword Sect rank as premier disciples across the Eight Great Gates, far beyond what Mo Hua can challenge!"

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

The crowd fell silent briefly before erupting in uncontrollable laughter.

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

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

The sole mildly engaging aspect remained Mo Hua himself:

"This round, Mo Hua ought to meet his end for good, wouldn't he?"

This alone stirred a flicker of curiosity in the sword discussion tournament, which had shifted from buzzing excitement to total boredom.

It even sparked a bit of enthusiasm among the onlookers.

A voice chimed in: "Taixu Gate is doomed to fall; he'll definitely perish by a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple's hand."

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

"At long last, someone gets to finish off Mo Hua."

"The downside? Getting slain by Heavenly Sword Sect members isn't all that humiliating."

"After all, those Heavenly Sword Sect disciples possess overwhelming power, particularly Xiao Wuchen—falling to their blades feels almost... unavoidable?"

"Lacks a certain thrill..."

"Ideally, in a do-or-die 'critical bout' where both sides stake everything, they clash fiercely, locked in a tense stalemate, battling tooth and nail like they're spilling their guts..."

"Then, in that pivotal instant, Mo Hua slips up, exposes a weakness, and suffers a shameful demise. Taixu Gate crumbles completely, Mo Hua turns into an eternal disgrace, forever branded on the wall of infamy, the butt of endless jokes..."

"That kind of end would truly fit Mo Hua."

"Such a shame it won't happen..."

"Indeed, this brat's getting off too lightly!"

Another remarked: "Come on, take what you can get and rejoice. Witnessing Mo Hua's death in this life means no loose ends—don't demand the stars."

"Fair point."

"He got beaten in the Earth stage's opening round, died once already—that's a 'promising beginning' of sorts."

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

"Mo Hua has ample opportunities to bite the dust."

"Tons of thrilling spectacles on the horizon."

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

With this mindset, the group perked up right away and turned eager eyes toward the sword discussion platform.

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

Within the sword discussion platform.

Mo Hua darted about fluidly like a stream, persisting in his evasion.

A pair of prodigies from Heavenly Sword Sect trailed him relentlessly, intent on his elimination.

Xiao Wuchen held back, merely observing from afar.

Evidently, dispatching Mo Hua didn't merit his personal involvement.

The other two Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, with icy stares, gripped their swords and stood ready nearby. The moment Mo Hua faltered, they'd unleash a deadly strike.

Their plan was straightforward.

Outpacing Mo Hua purely through footwork proved no easy feat.

These were elite prodigies from the Four Great Sects, boasting immense prowess.

However, that prowess centered on cultivation and combat might, not guaranteeing unmatched agility.

At minimum, regarding footwork in isolation, they fell short of Feng Zichen, the prodigy from Carefree Sect.

They couldn't outpace Feng Zichen's Wind Sword in sheer sword speed either.

Not even Feng Zichen had snared Mo Hua in a single stroke.

They likely couldn't manage it as well.

Therefore, they pressed on with the pursuit, wielding swords to hound Mo Hua and compel mistakes via relentless pressure.

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

Even without errors, his spiritual power would eventually deplete.

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

Body refinement arts, too, demand spiritual power to unlock the body's hidden capacities.

Once spiritual power runs dry, even the finest footwork becomes "rootless driftwood," impossible to sustain. Mo Hua's limited spiritual power cycle stood as his gravest vulnerability 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 footwork was solid, yet this was a sword discussion—superior evasion alone couldn't fell foes. Relying solely on footwork to exhaust opponents was unrealistic...

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

Still, Mo Hua refused to yield without a fight.

Even in the "futile" phase of the sword discussion, every moment deserved full effort.

Mo Hua steadied his mind, brushing off concerns of win or loss, then resumed weaving the Water Passing Step to counter the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.

For one, it let him hone his Water Passing Step using these Heavenly Sword Sect prodigies.

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

Every sword form and spell pattern worldwide, with their strengths and flaws, needed to imprint on the consciousness and evolve into practical combat wisdom.

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

Naturally, this evasion drained spiritual power heavily.

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

Beyond the sword discussion platform, Great Elder Zhang fixed his profound, inscrutable gaze on Mo Hua.

The surrounding cultivators, spotting the omens of Mo Hua's downfall, displayed faces brimming with delight.