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The next day, after Mo Nanfeng wiped the black sword given by his master, he stepped onto the stage of the duel arena.

He was only 1.6 meters tall at this moment, half a head shorter than Clorinde.

But in terms of temperament, he did not lose at all, he was very confident and sunny.

Seeing the little brother opposite, Clorinde's originally sharp gaze relaxed for a moment, but soon returned to its previous coldness.

In the stands, Funina sat under a parasol and looked at Mo Nanfeng carefully.

He is a small person with a cute face and a thin body, but he looks very powerful and must be very powerful.

That Villette sat next to her and also looked at Mo Nanfeng. This was indeed a little beyond his expectations.

They didn't expect that Mo Nanfeng, who looked so impressive in the recommendation letter, was only 1.6 meters tall in real life.

The Eye of the Ice Element God hanging around his waist was quite bright and even reflected some light in the sun.

After performing the standard Liyue fighting etiquette, Mo Nanfeng raised his sword and stretched it out. Sword shapes began to surround him, and he looked quite handsome as he swung his sword.

The white mist hanging around is particularly fairy-like.

This time, Clorinde on the opposite side was completely confused.

What kind of martial arts is this? Isn't it said to be from Mondstadt?

One, two, three, four...

In less than ten seconds, ten illusory flying swords appeared around Mo Nanfeng, spinning back and forth, crossing each other, looking very fairy-like.

Fu Ningna was stunned at this moment, she never expected that this man called Mo Nanfeng actually had such skills. She had only seen this kind of swordsmanship in novels, but she didn't expect to see it in reality today.

Beside him, Villette stood up, tapped the ground with his staff, and spoke in the most authoritative words, "The duel begins!

Mo Nanfeng, just hold on for an incense stick of time and you will pass. There is no need to be stubborn. "

"Okay! I'll definitely decide the winner!

"Look at the sword!" Mo Nanfeng couldn't wait any longer. In his eyes, Clorinde was standing there like an ancient beast, waiting for him to attack.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a shadow and rushed towards Clorinde.

"Okay, look at the sword!" Clorinde also became serious. She knew that Mo Nanfeng was different from previous interviewees.

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Soon, the time of one stick of incense was over, and the game was still close and exciting.

Mo Nanfeng's attacks were fierce and murderous, yet he maintained gentlemanly manners. Sometimes he would stop at the right time, but more often than not, his attacks were like crazy, flying everywhere.

Sharp ice blades continued to slash out from his side, attacking towards Clorinde.

Clorinde has now figured out Mo Nanfeng's attack method, which is both methodical and disorderly. It feels like a sword he created himself, and he is not very skilled at it yet.

However, Mo Nanfeng still suffered from his short stature and youth.

During the final sword fight, due to his height, his sword did not reach Clorinde's neck.

And Clorinde's sword had already reached across his neck.

Ren Mo Nanfeng racked his brains to figure out why he lost the competition just because he was not tall enough.

Therefore, he was very angry and shouted loudly at Clorinde's back as she walked away: "Humph! Let's fight again when I grow taller. I will definitely win then!"

When she reached the door, Clorinde turned around, looked at the little boy, and smiled.

"Okay, when you grow taller, we'll have another competition."

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