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"How is this possible?! A three-colored Weapon Lightning!"
Qiu Yuanqiao's face turned ashen as he stared at the five-colored thundercloud in the sky. His gaze turned cold, locking onto Mo Yu, and his fists clenched so tightly that cracking sounds echoed.
The victory that had been within his grasp was now completely shattered by this young man. How could he not be enraged?
The moment the three-colored thundercloud appeared, Qiu Yuanqiao immediately understood that the championship title was now beyond his reach.
"Hu... hu..."
Heavy breaths escaped from Qiu Yuanqiao's nostrils as he glared at Mo Yu with increasingly intense killing intent.
However, just as the killing intent in his heart reached its peak, a cold gaze suddenly swept over him. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, instantly extinguishing his murderous aura.
Shifting his gaze, he saw Elder Bing on the high platform staring at him icily.
Qiu Yuanqiao's lips twitched slightly, and he quickly regained some clarity. He suppressed the killing intent in his heart, knowing full well that if he dared make a move against Mo Yu just now, the people from the Weapon Alliance would have surely killed him on the spot.
"Boy, don't get too cocky. The Refining Convention isn't over yet. You think you can withstand this three-colored Weapon Lightning with your power? What a joke!"
Qiu Yuanqiao, being a man of deep cunning, suppressed his anger. He cast a glance at the massive three-colored thundercloud in the sky, then sneered mockingly.
Receiving Weapon Lightning was also considered part of the test in the Refining Convention. Artifacts at the eighth grade were so powerful that they would invoke the force of the heavens, seeking to destroy them.
If the weapon refiner failed to protect the weapon, it would be destroyed. Thus, enduring the Weapon Lightning and protecting the weapon was considered the final test.
Weapon Lightning increased in power with the weapon's quality. A three-colored thundercloud like this would make even ordinary Dou Zun experts tread carefully.
From Qiu Yuanqiao's perspective, Mo Yu was merely a Dou Zong. Even with numerous tricks up his sleeve, resisting this Weapon Lightning wouldn't be easy.
If, by bad luck, the weapon was destroyed during the process, Mo Yu would not only lose the championship but also his qualification to participate further—after all, without an artifact, how could he compete?
Qiu Yuanqiao's cold sneer caused the previously buzzing crowd to quiet down slightly.
Reminded of Mo Yu's actual strength, the audience grew somewhat uneasy. He was only at the Dou Zong level. While this strength was not weak, it was rather lacking when facing the three-colored Weapon Lightning.
Many people exchanged worried glances. Could it be that after overcoming so many challenges, Mo Yu would still be forced into a corner at this critical juncture?
"This guy just won't give up."
Lan Yingying furrowed her delicate brows. Although she had confidence in Mo Yu, the three-colored thundercloud was no trivial matter. It wasn't unreasonable to worry that he might fail at the final step.
Under the anxious gazes of the crowd, Mo Yu simply chuckled. He raised his head, looked at the three-colored Weapon Lightning in the sky, and smiled even more brightly.
What was a disaster for others was, perhaps, a rare tonic for him.
"This is a small matter. There's no need for you to worry."
Seeing Mo Yu's calm demeanor, Qiu Yuanqiao assumed he was bluffing. His sneer deepened as he said sinisterly, "Very well, let's see how you plan to handle this three-colored Weapon Lightning with your strength!"
Mo Yu smiled faintly and raised his head to gaze at the lightning-filled sky. His expression remained steady as he summoned the recently upgraded Divine Might Black Thunder Spear.
The spear, now an eighth-grade weapon, exuded a chilling aura, wrapped in a mist of spiritual energy. Faintly, a black lightning dragon coiled around the spear, roaring into the sky as its radiant lightning illuminated the heavens.
The black lightning dragon, full of spiritual vitality, let out a deafening roar. The dazzling lightning it emitted spread like sunlight across the sky.
All eyes turned toward the spear, and the terror it evoked made the crowd's breath quicken.
While seventh and eighth-grade weapons appeared similar, even those ignorant of weapon refinement could immediately discern the difference—the difference was in their spirituality.
Artifacts below the seventh grade were powerful but lifeless. Eighth-grade weapons, however, possessed their own spirituality, qualifying them to be called spiritual artifacts.
Now that the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear had ascended to the eighth grade, its spirituality had fully manifested.
Holding the spear, Mo Yu couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. His aura, like a rushing river, overflowed with unstoppable vigor.
Mo Yu's sudden movements drew countless gazes, but as the crowd saw him preparing to face the Weapon Lightning alone, their excitement turned to disappointment.
Did Mo Yu really intend to tackle the terrifying three-colored Weapon Lightning by himself?
Qiu Yuanqiao, observing from the side, smirked mockingly.
"With his mere Dou Zong strength, does he think he can withstand the three-colored Weapon Lightning?"
Mo Yu ignored the derision, stroking the shaft of his spear lightly. At the same time, he summoned something deep within his heart.
"This time, I'll rely on you."
Prepared, Mo Yu laughed boldly. He raised his head to the sky and shouted, "Come!"
As if provoked by his laughter, the three-colored thundercloud roared louder. The lightning within the cloud flashed like writhing serpents, and a deafening rumble echoed across the sky.
Suddenly, the thundercloud compressed violently, then unleashed a massive three-colored lightning bolt. The bolt tore through the heavens like a colossal serpent, hurtling toward Mo Yu with a terrifying hiss.
"Good timing!"
Seeing the thunderbolt finally attack, Mo Yu grinned. Holding his black dragon-shaped spear, he raised it high and met the bolt head-on.
Gasps filled the plaza as the crowd watched in shock.
"Such arrogance!"
Qiu Yuanqiao sneered, but before he could finish, his expression froze.
The moment the three-colored weapon lightning struck Mo Yu, instead of being severely injured, his aura began to grow stronger with every flash of lightning.
"This kid… he's absorbing the thunder's power?!"
Qiu Yuanqiao's pupils constricted as he stared at Mo Yu, who seemed to thrive amidst the lightning. This peculiar method was something he had never seen or heard of before.
"No wonder he's so confident. To think he has such a bizarre ability. Just who is this kid?!"
Qiu Yuanqiao's face was terrifyingly dark, filled with confusion. The Weapon Alliance, compared to the Pill Tower, was far less profound in its foundation. Since when had such a monstrous and fearsome genius appeared?
In contrast to Qiu Yuanqiao's gloomy mood, Lan Yingying and the others let out a deep sigh of relief at this moment.
Although they didn't understand why Mo Yu possessed such abilities, the facts made it clear—Mo Yu had successfully passed the final round of the Refining Convention, and the title of champion would belong to him!
"Hehe, this little guy has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. To think he could absorb the power of lightning. Elder Bing, where did you find this apprentice?" On the high platform, the beautiful woman smiled faintly and spoke softly.
"Haha, that old bastard Qiu Yuanqiao is probably fuming this time." The dark-skinned elder had a gloating smile on his face.
If it weren't for Mo Yu's intervention, the championship of this Refining Convention might have really fallen into Qiu Yuanqiao's hands. In that case, the reputation of the Weapon Alliance and the weapon refining masters would have suffered an enormous blow.
Elder Bing nodded with a meaningful smile. He had returned to his usual calm demeanor, intertwining his fingers as he thought to himself, "Little guy, I owe you a favor this time."
Unlike the joy of the others, the master swordsmith, standing nearby, grew increasingly cold as he watched Mo Yu bathed in the lightning of the Weapon Lightning—like a child of thunder. As if recalling something, a dangerous glint emerged in his aged eyes.
At this moment, atop the stone platform, the lightning fiercely struck Mo Yu's body. Brilliant silver flashes of electricity spread out before transforming into countless tiny electric serpents that continuously seeped into Mo Yu's body through his skin.
The dazzling power of lightning surged into Mo Yu, rushing toward a specific place within him as though competing to flood it.
From a distance, Mo Yu appeared like a thunder god, floating in mid-air. Within ten zhang of his surroundings, lightning flickered wildly, creating such an intimidating sight that it left spectators with tingling scalps.
"Hehe, this Weapon Lightning is indeed a form of Heavenly Thunder. Perfect as nourishment for the 'Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder,' ranked seventh on the Thunder Soul Ranking!"
On the stone platform, Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back. The Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder within him absorbed the majority of the three-colored lightning striking him.
With his powerful physical body, even the Weapon Lightning—which even Dou Zun experts avoided—was no match for Mo Yu. He handled it with utmost ease, without needing to exert the slightest effort to deal with the troublesome Weapon Lightning.
When confronted with the three-colored Weapon Lightning, Mo Yu had immediately devised a countermeasure—the Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder.
The Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder was a natural lightning born above the nine heavens. It formed after absorbing countless Heavenly Thunder, containing the unpredictable and terrifying power of nature, ranking seventh on the Thunder Soul Ranking.
Since the Weapon Lightning was also a type of Heavenly Thunder, Mo Yu quickly saw it as an excellent opportunity—not only to block the Weapon Lightning but also to enhance the growth of the Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder. A win-win situation!
In the sky, thunder rumbled continuously. The surging three-colored lightning clouds were like machines endlessly producing lightning, spitting out increasingly powerful bolts that struck Mo Yu.
The chaotic movements of the three-colored clouds lasted nearly ten minutes before they finally began to settle.
During those ten minutes, nearly a hundred incredibly terrifying bolts of lightning struck down from the clouds.
Fortunately, these bolts caused no harm to Mo Yu. Instead, they made his aura grow even more powerful.
Boom! Boom!
After wreaking havoc for ten minutes, the Weapon Lightning finally had to give up on this unyielding "bone." The energy within the clouds gradually diminished, and under countless gazes, the dense lightning clouds slowly dispersed.
As the fearsome Weapon Lightning retreated, Mo Yu was delighted to discover that the Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder within him had grown at an astonishing rate.
"Indeed, the three-colored Weapon Lightning has directly brought the Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder to maturity!" Feeling the vastly strengthened Thunder Soul within him, Mo Yu froze momentarily, then revealed a smile of joy.
The energy contained in the three-colored Weapon Lightning was truly terrifying. Even Dou Zun experts absorbing it would likely be blown apart.
But with the Thunder Soul residing within him, Mo Yu not only remained unscathed but absorbed it entirely. Such a feat was truly shocking!
Mo Yu even eagerly wished for more Weapon Lightning to descend.
If stronger Weapon Lightning appeared, perhaps it could directly push the Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder to its peak!
However, this was merely wishful thinking. To elevate the Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder to its peak, the energy of the three-colored Weapon Lightning was far from enough. At least a seven-colored Weapon Lightning would be necessary…
As Mo Yu calculated the energy needed to enhance the Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder, Elder Bing, standing on the high platform, smiled faintly under the watchful eyes of the crowd. He slowly stepped forward.
His gaze swept across the sky before resting on the thin figure of Mo Yu.
Seeing this, the audience realized something. At this stage, the Refining Convention's championship was practically decided. Countless eyes filled with fervor as they stared at Mo Yu.
"Dammit!"
The most furious person was undoubtedly Qiu Yuanqiao. A championship within his grasp had suddenly slipped away, and he had even been mocked by a junior. How could this not make the widely renowned dual expert in alchemy and weapon refining utterly enraged?
Yet, though angry, there was nothing he could do now. He could only watch as the supreme glory of the championship was steadily placed upon Mo Yu.
"Among weapons, spirit reigns supreme. Now, the most powerful refined weapon of this convention has been born, and its master… is the champion of this Refining Convention. He is—"
Just as Elder Bing smiled and prepared to announce the champion's name, a cold shout interrupted him.
"Hold on!"
The voice rang out, and the master swordsmith stepped forward. His aged hand pointed at Mo Yu, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent as he spoke chillingly:
"The culprit behind my disciple's death has no right to claim the championship of this Refining Convention!"
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