Chapter 543 - Ye Xinglans Conviction (2/2)

On the other hand, Mo Jue lay on the ground, expression blank as she stared at the ceiling in a daze.

No one had expected this battle to grow so heated. It was unimaginable for a one-word battle armor master like Mo Jue to have trouble against an ordinary soul master with fewer rings than her.

Elder Cai and Yali shot out of their seats and sped toward the two combatants, reaching them in an instant.

Mo Jue still retained consciousness thanks to her battle armor mitigating most of the damage, but the ferocity Ye Xinglan displayed had struck fear into her. Her eyes quivered as she stared at Ye Xinglan kneeling atop her. Despite Ye Xinglan’s eyes shut tight, chilling sword intent still rolled off her in swathes. It all sent shivers down Mo Jue’s spine, cold sweat running down her spine.

When Ye Xinglan had sent the two of them soaring toward the ceiling, Mo Jue had a chance to stare into eyes filled with unyielding tenacity. Ye Xinglan’s fervent gaze was seared into Mo Jue’s mind.

Considering Ye Xinglan’s current strength, she shouldn’t have been able to penetrate the defenses of a full set of one-word battle armor with merely three pieces of armor herself. However, she had taken advantage of Starfall Sword and the barrier’s rebound to make a small crack in Mo Jue’s armor and impale her shoulder.

As the last of Ye Xinglan’s remnant sword intent dissipated, Mo Jue’s mind gained some freedom to become conscious of the cold blade pierced through her shoulder and the warm blood leaking out.

This girl is insane! Mo Jue trembled, her limbs refusing to move as she desperately tried to throw Ye Xinglan off and run away. She had always been a shining star in the third grade, and her status had only grown loftier when she became a one-word battle armor master and her entry into the inner court became certain. But today, she realized just how much she was lacking. While she had more than enough strength, she couldn’t compare with Ye Xinglan in battle intent, the thirst for victory.

When Ye Xinglan finally collapsed onto the ground, Mo Jue was finally able to crawl away. Then Yali walked over and picked up Ye Xinglan and began healing her with soft tendrils of light from her fingertips.

Mo Jue had burned up all of her soul power in that final clash as she unleashed a full power Dark Corrosion. And in the final moments, she had used her pauldron to defend against the Stargod Sword, but her shoulder had still been pierced.

With Elder Cai’s assistance, Mo Jue was able to slowly stand up. In spite of this being her victory, her eyes were lifeless. It was the obvious conclusion since Ye Xinglan had only managed to make a chink in Mo Jue’s armor and draw a trickle of blood. The wound was far from fatal. In fact, it would have been easy for Mo Jue to turn the tables on Ye Xinglan after they had crashed since Ye Xinglan collapsed, cinching her victory. But this couldn’t truly be considered a win. Not in her heart at least.

“The third grade wins,” Elder Cai announced in a tone of indifference.

Blood trickled out of the wound in Mo Jue’s shoulder and her body swayed gently. The proclamation of her victory sounded like ridicule to her ears. Victory had never felt so hollow.

The students of the third grade harbored much the same emotions as Mo Jue. None cheered for their victory. They couldn’t bring themselves to. There was no honor in this win.

After a beam of light descended on Mo Jue and healed her injuries, she turned and walked off stage, back to her teammates. Song Lin was waiting to greet her when she returned. When she arrived in from of Song Lin, she finally remembered to unequip her battle armor and crack a deprecating smile. “Teacher Song, did I really win?” After this quip, all strength left her body and she toppled forward.

Song Lin hurriedly caught Mo Jue in her arms. After seeing the exhaustion in her student’s face, she raised her head suppressed a snarl. She knew that while Mo Jue had not lost the match, she had lost in conviction. Mo Jue’s heart had been too weak and her mental state was damaged. Wounds of the mind were the hardest to cure. If Mo Jue could not overcome her mental blocks, then she would never be able to enter the inner court.

The entire third grade was enveloped in silence. The duels were concluded with two losses and one victory, but that victory had been hard earned. Furthermore, Mo Jue was in no condition to participate in the team battle anymore. It was tough for them to swallow the fact that a one-word battle armor master like her hadn’t completely dominated their junior schoolmate.

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