1747: C1747 The Strong One Admits Defeat

C1747 The Strong One Admits Defeat

"His opponent is using sound waves to interfere with his mental state. His weapon can bend at any angle, and the friction in the air can also produce all kinds of sounds."

"Why would he match such a strange opponent with me? Does Skysplit Tower think that I've already obtained enough points?"

"Master, don't think about all these messy things first. Just use the thunder and lightning attack to suppress his opponent's sound."

"Okay."

The azure light covered the Son of Heaven Sword. After that, Mu Chen stabbed the sword into the arena below his feet.

Violent lightning spread in all directions, accompanied by deafening explosions that made the arena exceptionally lively.

Meng Bo had no choice but to jump into the air to avoid being attacked by his legs.

The waving of the whip finally stopped, and then thousands of sword lights shot into the sky.

The invincible destructive force of the Son of Heaven Sword was fully unleashed. Mu Chen tried his best to avoid the vital parts of his opponent, so as to avoid penetrating him directly.

Meng Bo could only try his best to swing the whip into the shape of a mosquito's fragrance, coiling it in front of him to defend himself.

The sword qi collided with the rotating centrifugal force, and it shot out in all directions. Finally, he wasn't pierced into a hornet's nest.

However, a very small crack appeared on the skin of his palm and arm, and blood dripped out.

"A whip is not a shield. It's impossible to block all of the sword energy."

"You really do have some ability. As a bronze-level warrior, it's already very good, but it can only end here."

"Looks like if you show your true ability, then don't waste any more time."

Mu Chen could feel that his opponent's Qi was increasing rapidly, completely surpassing his current level.

When he encountered a powerful enemy, Mu Chen tried his best to persist until the end. This could be considered a simulation of the martial selection competition.

Meng Bo threw the whip into the air, and then a cloud of black gas spurted out from it.

The whip condensed into a black python, and attacked Mu Chen.

Meng Bo himself also waved his fists, and rushed towards Mu Chen.

The Son of Heaven Sword was aimed at Meng Bo's chest, but in the next second, it was bitten by the black python.

He didn't have the time to react to Meng Bo's messy punches.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Boom..."

Mu Chen's arm, arm, and abdomen were hit, and he staggered unsteadily. He looked like he was about to fall down.

"We can't let you get away with it so easily. We still have to play slowly."

Meng Bo reached out his hand and grabbed Mu Chen's collar. He used a shoulder throw and smashed him in the middle of the ring.

The ground made of alloy had countless cracks. Mu Chen felt that his bones were about to be crushed by the huge impact.

He had just stood up, and the stones that hit his face hit his body again. The speed was faster than Mu Chen's reaction, and there was only the sound of cracking.

"I was just talking big, and now I'm going to be dispirited and dispirited."

"Your strength is just a trash at the bottom of the world. How dare you show off everywhere? You have to suffer a little."

There was something strange about Meng Bo's fist. It was like an iron clamp that was firmly stuck on Mu Chen's meridians, making it impossible for him to circulate the true qi in his body smoothly.

However, the continuous attacks did not have the expected effect.

Cracks appeared on Mu Chen's skin, which turned into pieces of various sizes and scattered on the ground.

It turned out that he had used metal powder to form a layer of protection on the outside, blocking all physical attacks to the greatest extent.

The use of mutated iron threadworms on metal substances was superb, and Mu Chen could also block his attacks.

Taking advantage of the surprise of the opponent, Mu Chen waved his hands and condensed a large amount of metal powder again, forming a black storm on the arena.

The python and the sword in the sky twisted and collided, and were swept into the storm before they could dodge.

The metal powder condensed into countless finger-sized blades, and as they spun in the wind, they mercilessly attacked the python.

Meng Bo felt that something was wrong, and immediately put the whip back into his hand.

Deep and shallow scratches appeared on it, as if he had suffered a serious injury.

"You actually dare to destroy my weapon. Looks like you're at the end of your life."

"Hehehe, let's first think about how to avoid the storm's strangling."

The metal storm controlled by Mu Chen continued to advance rapidly towards the position where Meng Bo was standing.

His opponent used the enhancement of the unusual phenomenon, forming a huge golden palm in the air.

It pressed down fiercely on the storm.

Relying on the difference in strength, he was using the most direct method to counter Mu Chen's attack.

Seeing this situation, Mu Chen jumped off the ring in a carefree manner.

"I admit defeat in this match. Thank you very much for your opponent's generous guidance. It has broadened my horizons."

"You don't even have the most basic dignity?"

"As long as I don't violate the rules of Skysplit Tower, I can stop the battle at any time."

The referee standing beside him also nodded in response to Mu Chen's words.

He had worked so hard for half a day and even lost a precious whip, but in the end, ___ had been able to escape unscathed.

Meng Bo had a stomach full of anger that he couldn't find a place to vent.

This time, he had done a business that cost him money.

Mu Chen and Wan Mingzhu left Skysplit Tower. Like a sweet couple, they strolled along the streets.

Sitting in a luxury car, Qi Haotian's mood wasn't much different from Meng Bo's.

"What was that battle just now? In the end, Mu Chen found an opportunity to retreat unharmed."

"Please forgive me, young master Qi. He wouldn't dare to use a powerful killing technique to deal with Mu Chen, so as to avoid accidentally killing this guy."

"Trash is trash. What excuse do you have?"

Qi Haotian didn't know whether Mu Chen would continue his trial in Skysplit Tower, but he didn't want to waste any more money, so he ordered his men to drive back to the hotel.1

Mu Chen was in an incomparably relaxed mood.

To be able to remain unharmed in the process of competing with experts meant that he had done quite well.

Admitting defeat was also not a matter of losing face.

Besides, almost no one in the Celestial World could recognize Mu Chen's identity.

"Di... Di... Di..."

"Di, di, di..."

Wan Mingzhu's phone rang rapidly.

Before she could say anything, her expression turned ugly.

A brazen hijacking had happened just like that. The victim was the daughter of the metal master, Morad, Moqi.

"Don't worry, don't panic. I will use the family's mercenary team's strength to search for the target with all my might."

"Maybe the other party wants to negotiate, not have a deep grudge."

"We will rush over immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Wan Mingzhu called her family's luxury car over.

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