1882: C1882 Sword Arts Competition

C1882 Sword Arts Competition

"Victory and defeat are the norm in the military. There's no need to be too stubborn."

"Give up on this match. Leave the rest to me."

"Don't look down on others."

When the soldiers clashed again, Wan Mingzhu took more than a dozen steps back with the force of the impact.

Then, she used a more powerful move.

After all, she was born in a distinguished family of the Heaven and Man Realm, so she couldn't lose her dignity.

The spiritual energy in her body quickly condensed on the surface of her skin, forming a golden flame.

The pressure in the ring became extremely terrifying, and the thin man's expression immediately became serious.

"I'll give you a chance to give up and admit defeat."

"There's no room to dodge an all-round attack. It's too late to regret."

"Being able to witness the unique skill of the Wan Family means that I've gained something today. Hurry up and make your move."

The thin man held the bayonet in front of his chest and got into a defensive position.

The next moment.

The dazzling light exploded in all directions with Wan Mingzhu as the center.

In comparison, the light of the sun in the sky was a bit dim.

The indiscriminate attacks were not limited to the arena.

If the light spread, half of the city could be turned into ashes.

Luckily, the members of the Dragon Group had already formed a defensive array.

Dozens of huge crystal mirrors were formed in the air.

The power of the light that was spreading out was absorbed, and then there was an ear-piercing sound of something shattering.

"The power is too strong. The defensive array might not be able to suppress it."

"It's normal. After all, this is the fighting power of an ordinary warrior."

Mu Chen simply summoned the Ice Snow Dragon and the Black Flood Dragon.

The figures of the two colossi hovered in the air, and they violently breathed out.

It was as if the sun had turned into the cold winter.

The burning effect brought by the golden light was finally suppressed.

However, the thin and weak man standing on the arena could be said to have a slim chance of survival.

The greatest effect of the Wan Family's technique was that it could cause all the spiritual energy in the area of light to burn unconditionally.

It was like an amplifier effect.

It would cause the Spiritual Energy within the target's body to resonate uncontrollably.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Cough, cough, cough... The thin man spat out another mouthful of blood, and wisps of green smoke rose from his skin.

He was almost completely cooked.

"What's so great about an all-round attack? It consumes a lot of energy on the main body."

"I'd like to see who will have the last laugh."

The thin man gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

He gave up his defensive posture and threw the bayonet at Wan Mingzhu with the last of his strength.

The golden light could not melt the indestructible weapon.

The speed and strength were beyond everyone's imagination.

Wan Mingzhu tried to twist her body to avoid being hit, but the blade still managed to pierce through her left arm.

If she was just a little bit slower, her heart would have been hit.

Blood gushed out from the wound, making Wan Mingzhu feel extremely weak.

In addition, she had used up too much of her spiritual energy. Her body swayed a few times before she fell onto the stage.

The skinny male was in the same situation.

His body gave off a burnt smell as he lay unconscious on the ground.

As the referee, Ning Hai Feng jumped onto the arena in fear.

He measured the heartbeat and pulse of the two contestants. At least they didn't die immediately.

"The result of the first match is a draw."

"The following contestants, please get ready. The match will begin immediately after the arena is cleared."

According to the rules set by Mu Chen, the previous matches were not important at all.

Only the contestant who persisted until the end and did not lose could be considered as the true winner.

When Mu Chen was arranging the order, he was already prepared to fight one against three.

He didn't expect that Wan Mingzhu would perform quite well, consuming one of the opponent's quota.

The injured were carried away.

Hei Jueyan thought that he had lost all face in this battle and didn't even want to care about the lives of his disciples anymore.

"What a useless piece of trash."

"Wan Mingzhu is just a pampered young lady. You are a hired warrior who has gone through life and death situations and rich combat experience."

"How can you fight so badly?"

Dugu Shengming, who was standing on the side, walked over with a smile.

He put the pill in his hand into the thin man's mouth.

As an alchemist of the Falcon Guild, he had good skills in curing illnesses and saving lives.

"Brother Black, there's no need to be so anxious."

"The rules of the competition aren't suitable for hiring martial artists to use their full strength. The palm-sized arena is more focused on direct battles."

"While our people are carrying out missions, they will use all the environmental factors to hide in the dark and launch fatal attacks."

"Don't try to persuade me anymore. The challenge is the most important thing."

When Hei Jueyan saw that his disciple's life was finally saved, he started to focus on the following matches.

He sent out three contestants and asked the three major mercenary guilds to send one each.

If they failed, everyone would be responsible.

If they succeeded, it would be everyone's credit.

After a long silence, Three Eyed Lie finally spoke.

There was a horrifying scar on his forehead. It seemed to be the third eye of a certain race. That was why it had such a strange name.

"My disciple is proficient in sword techniques, so he can go up the stage and compete with Mu Chen."

"He has killed 999 targets in total. He can definitely seize the fleeting opportunity to cripple his opponent."

"Then I will leave it to you to handle."

An elegant youth jumped onto the arena and stood there with a sword in his hand.

His appearance and aura belonged to the dragon and phoenix.

Furthermore, the sharp killing intent radiating from his body formed the image of a sword behind him.

It wasn't an illusion, but it definitely had the effect of killing.

When Mu Chen stepped onto the arena, he could feel the Son of Heaven Sword in his hand trembling slightly.

It was very obvious.

The weapon spirit of the sword was already excited about the target in front of him.

"Your sword technique is very interesting. You should have mastered it."

"Thank you for your praise."

"I don't dare to act rashly in front of you experts. I hope you can teach me well."

His polite attitude didn't hide his cruelty at all.

The young man bowed slightly to Mu Chen, then turned into a ray of light and rushed towards the center of the arena.

The two sharp swords collided continuously.

The shock wave from the sword Qi shattered the thick stone floor under his feet. This was only the aftershock.

The artifact spirit's voice suddenly appeared in Mu Chen's mind, reminding him of the terrifying aspects of his opponent's technique.

In the past battles, the artifact spirit rarely took the initiative to appear.2

It could be seen that the elegant youth in front of him was really strong.

"Master, you have to pay attention to the phantom of the sword behind him."

"During the clash of weapons, the power won't affect the target but will be absorbed by the phantom."

"When the accumulation of power reaches a certain level, he'll definitely use an even more powerful killing move."

Mu Chen immediately focused his attention on the back of the youth.

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