1285: C1285 It Was Still too Early to Lose

C1285 It Was Still too Early to Lose

Mo Nan,... ""

Let's not talk about seeing through it, we're still good friends!

He cleared his throat and stopped arguing with Chang Xu. Mo Nan thought to himself, "I'll settle the score with you later, old bastard!"

He raised his head and coincidentally met Mu Hanyan's gaze. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded slightly. After that, he smiled helplessly as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

"Gengci."

Mu Hanyan also smiled and rolled her eyes at him coquettishly as if she had complaints.

She smiled to get rid of the hatred.

Mo Nan looked back at the excited Chu Three Thousand and nodded as if he had agreed to his request. Immediately, he pressed his hand down and the entire Chu family's earthquake-like respect quickly quietened down.

The entire Chu family was almost completely destroyed. The ground cracked and most of the buildings collapsed.

The guests who stood up once again woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream. They looked at the motionless young figure standing below the stage in shock.

Although most of them hadn't heard the conversation between Mo Nan and Chu Three Thousand, the earthquake was strange. Moreover, there was only movement within the Chu family's territory. If they couldn't find any clues, they would be in deep trouble.

Some of the guests who were closest to the high platform heard their conversation. Very quickly, the news of the bet spread to the ears of all the guests.

Mo Nan was a Grandmaster. Many people present could see this, and it was common knowledge that Chu Three Thousand was a Martial King.

For a mere Grandmaster to propose to fight a Martial King, many guests felt that Mo Nan had gone mad.

There were also many young girls who looked at Mo Nan's back with eyes full of spring, and then looked at Mu Hanyan on the high platform. They felt extremely jealous in their hearts.

Under the heavens, how many women could enjoy the feeling of being fought over by the young master of Chu family and such an outstanding young man?

Very few.

They only hated themselves for not standing on the stage.

Chu Liuqing slowly approached Mu Hanyan. His low voice was filled with coldness. He kept sneering.

"Open your eyes wide and watch how this trash dies!"

Chu Liuqing was very clear about his father's strength when he was fighting against a Martial King Grandmaster Stage warrior, and he did not think that Mo Nan had any chance of winning.

Mu Hanyan was also nervous, and she was extremely anxious. She clenched her fists tightly, but her face was calm, and the corner of her mouth was slightly raised.

"I trust him."

"You!"

Chu Liuqing was furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "In your dreams! Let me tell you, you will never be able to escape from my hands for the rest of your life."

Without saying another word, Mu Hanyan only gave him a light glance. That contemptuous attitude was already written on her face.

She said softly in her heart, "So what if it's a dream? A dream will come true!

The two of them argued for a while and no longer talked.

On the other side, Chu Three Thousand, who was on the high platform, had already assumed the posture of a senior after Mo Nan stopped the formation. He said casually,

"The gap between a Martial King and a Grandmaster is like a chasm."

"If I attack, you won't even have the chance to attack. Come on. Let me see where you got your confidence from and how you dare to challenge me."

As the head of the Chu Family, it had been a long time since he personally made a move.

Not making a move didn't mean that Chu Three Thousand didn't understand his own strength. On the contrary, he was the youngest and most powerful Martial King in the Chu family. It was precisely because of this that he was able to secure the position of Patriarch.

In his eyes, the strength of Mo Nan's Grandmaster wasn't worth mentioning at all.

Hu!

Mo Nan let out a long sigh of relief. Since Chu Sanqian was willing to give him a chance, he naturally wouldn't reject it. Fighting a Martial King warrior, he was just trying to show off. It was pure suicide.

He wasn't that stupid.

Fighting with Chu Three Thousand was a forced choice. Since there was no way out now, Mo Nan mobilized all the Spiritual Forces in his body.

Then, he swung his saber.

Nameless Saber Technique, First Move.

The shocking saber energy was as usual, making people feel that it was impossible to fight it head-on.

"Martial technique?"

The guests who had been watching attentively had already forgotten the main purpose of coming to the Chu family today. Their eyes were fixed on the two people who were fighting. As for Chu Liuqing, the groom, they had long forgotten about him.

Being able to see Martial King Chu Three Thousand personally fighting was the greatest reward of their trip.

As for the chances of Mo Nan winning in the end, almost no one thought about it.

Everyone knew that it was precisely because the gap between the strength of a Martial King and a Grandmaster was too great that the Grandmaster could only choose to seek refuge with a large family...

The Saber Qi rushed forward, causing a wave of exclamations. Some people with sharp eyes recognized that it was a martial skill, and they were even more amazed by Mo Nan's strength.

It was already very difficult to obtain a martial skill, and it was even harder to master it.

But once one had the face to succeed, one's strength would multiply.

Hence, in their opinion, Mo Nan's method of seeking his own death was really too much of a pity.

Boom.

The saber Qi landed on Chu Three Thousand's body, deafening him. However, everyone in the front yard could clearly see that Chu Three Thousand, who was enveloped by the saber Qi, was just standing there calmly. He did not even move. The surging medicinal Spiritual Forces protected him. Even the corner of his clothes was not damaged.

Less inclined.

Chu Three Thousand waved his hand, and the blade energy instantly dissipated!

The difference in strength was obvious at a glance.

Unfortunately, it was normal. The guests felt sorry for Mo Nan in their hearts again.

On the other hand, Mo Nan had never seen a Martial King before, let alone fighting a Martial King. He had seen a Martial Sovereign before. For example, Mrs Wang. It was a pity that the gap between him and a Martial Sovereign was too big, so he couldn't sense anything.

Now, he was facing Chu Three Thousand. He could feel it the most when facing Chu Three Thousand.

Calm down.

Mo Nan warned himself in his heart.

There was no battle in this world that had no chance of winning. Therefore, even if there was only a one in ten thousandth chance, he had to fight for it with all his might.1

So, he absolutely wouldn't allow himself to lose before the battle.

At that time, Chu Three Thousand moved.

His figure only flashed on the platform. In the next moment, he appeared beside Mo Nan. old rascal did not have time to react. He hurriedly blocked the long blade by his side. Then, with a bang, he was sent flying.

He flew more than ten meters away and landed heavily on the ground.

"Cough."

Mo Nan got up and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale. At this time, he did not forget to make fun of himself. He looked at the long knife in his hand and teased.

"Don't talk about it. It's quite sturdy."

Because of the material, the long knife had poor flexibility. It could be said that it was very easy to damage, but there were no cracks on the long knife at the moment.

This meant that Chu Three Thousand was very strong, but he was not strong to the point where he could not even resist.

Chu Three Thousand's attack was at least a thousand jin of strength.

When Mo Nan stood up, his waist and abdomen were in pain. He felt as if he had been hit by a rhino's side. His ribs were in pain, and it was very likely that he had broken them.

"Kid, are you alright?"

Chang Xu appeared again. He thought for a moment and said,

"How about I do it?"

As a Treasure Refiner, he was good at it. He was not good at fighting, but if anyone could last longer in front of Chu Three Thousand with the strength of a Grandmaster, he would definitely have more tricks up his sleeve than Mo Nan.

"No need."

Mo Nan immediately refused.

Putting aside the fact that he could fight a Martial King warrior, Whether he won or lost, even if he lost, he wanted to get over it, and besides, it wasn't really time to lose.

It wouldn't be too late to give his body to Chang Xu when he felt that he was going to lose. Mo Nan knew it very well. Chang Xu had a lot of tricks up his sleeve, but he lacked the will to win.

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