1464: C1464 The Name of the God of Plagues

C1464 The Name of the God of Plagues

A true Grandmaster of Saber Techniques, what would happen if he unleashed a strike with his strength that was infinitely close to the Martial Sovereign realm?

Ning Qi didn't know.

In fact, none of the people present today knew.

In short, as the middle-aged man swung his blade, even Mo Nan, who was in a state of deep comprehension, was forced back to his senses by that shocking action.

"What's wrong?"

Cai Ling'er did not understand how terrifying this strike was. She turned her head and was about to ask Ning Qi in detail.

But it was already too late.

They could only watch helplessly as the specially made stage, which was still in good condition after everyone took turns to fight on the stage, was split into two at the first moment.

How shocking!

The Saber Qi was still moving forward. In front of them, Faang Zhenghua had already realized how terrifying this strike was. With a shocked expression, he used all the Spiritual Forces in his body to block it.

Puff!

Compared to the arena being split open, it could only be said that after a slight sound, Faang Zhenghua had already lost consciousness. He flew over ten meters high and finally landed heavily in front of Cai Ling'er and the others.

The few of them hurriedly gathered over to check.

Faang Zhenghua was unconscious. His body was cut diagonally from his shoulder to his waist. His bones could be seen and his five internal organs were leaking out. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Even though Martial King warriors had a strong vitality, Cai Ling'er and the others had ugly expressions on their faces. After suffering such a serious injury, it was very likely that Faang Zhenghua wouldn't be able to survive.

Something big had happened!

It wasn't just them.

On the other side, Liao Xian and the others also stood up. They looked at Mo Nan on the stage with complicated expressions. They really didn't expect this guy to be so strong. They were afraid that Faang Zhenghua would really be in trouble, so they quickly ran to the other side.

On the other hand, other than them, the martial artists present did not know how serious the consequences would be if something happened to Faang Zhenghua.

They were just very excited because of old rascal's strong performance.

For a moment, Mo Nan's name was completely spread.

When old rascal revealed his true appearance on the stage, there were already warriors who had come from the Yanjing and recognized him.

Knowing that this was the God of Plagues of Wan City, who had once caused a huge commotion in the Chu family, Lin family, and Liu family, in the blink of an eye, the discussions had reached a new level.

However, none of this had anything to do with Mo Nan himself.

Originally, he wasn't a person who cared about his reputation. Whether he was famous or had a bad reputation, it didn't matter to him. In fact, he quite liked the title of God of Plagues, because in this way, he could do whatever he wanted and no one had to worry about him.

However, it was obvious that he did not care about the name "God of Plagues. After today, the name of the God of Plagues will have a new meaning.

Not only did it give the martial artists of the lower realms a headache, even the martial artists of the higher realms would suffer the same fate if they encountered him!

Ignoring the discussions at the scene, Mo Nan had yet to fully withdraw from his state of comprehension. The middle-aged man's final strike had given him a lot of new insights.

For example, not only did he need to grasp the key points of the saber technique, he also needed to understand the weakness of the target.

Liao Xian, Nangong Shuo, and the others had been fighting in this arena for a long time, but they hadn't been able to destroy the arena. Yet, the middle-aged man had managed to do it with a single strike.

It was not that when the middle-aged man brandished his saber, his Spiritual Force realm was higher. On the contrary, Liao Xian was still a half-step Martial Sovereign, and he didn't manage to do it either.

The middle aged man only saw the weak point of the arena, and then he brandished his blade.

It wasn't that the middle-aged man didn't like the ring, but that he could tell that Mo Nan and Faang Zhenghua weren't fighting to the death. He was afraid that the power of this saber strike would fall on Faang Zhenghua, and the latter wouldn't have a chance to survive.

However, the latter might have miscalculated. He did not expect that even if he diverted his attention, Faang Zhenghua was still on the verge of death...

"Wake up."

A call finally brought old rascal back to his senses.

Mo Nan looked up and saw Liao Xian standing in front of him with a helpless expression.

"What do you want me to say about you? If you win, then so be it. If you insist on making such a big commotion, if that Lei Zhen really dies, have you thought about it? We will all suffer!"

"By the way, are you really a Martial King?"

Liao Xian couldn't help but ask after he shut his mouth.

Damn it.

Young Master Liao felt that he had lived for more than 20 years. He had never said much foul language today. Mo Nan was an existence that made people want to insult the heavens and the earth.

They were all Martial King warriors, why were they so powerful?

Mo Nan did not have the time or energy to explain it to him. As a matter of fact, the appearance of the middle-aged man was beyond his expectation. He was still in the dark, so how could he give Liao Xian an answer?

However, he was a Martial King warrior, so there was no doubt about it.

"Wait."

old rascal was still wondering what was going on with the middle-aged man when he suddenly realized what Liao meant. He immediately came back to his senses and hurriedly said,

"You mean, Fang... Lei Zhen is about to die?"

"What do you think?"

Liao Xian resisted the urge to put this guy in front of him. If it wasn't because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to beat him...

"That strike of yours, let alone Lei Zhen, who is only a Martial King warrior, even I would have died in your hands." Liao Xian sighed with emotion.

Mo Nan was stunned. He didn't have the mood to sigh with Liao Xian.

Faang Zhenghua was going to die?

Heavens!

Putting aside the fact that if something really happened to this guy, he would not be able to forgive himself, let alone Zhou Wei, who was staying in the hotel, if she knew...

He could not let this matter come true!

With a flash, Mo Nan bypassed Liao Xian and rushed down the arena. Liao Xian, on the other hand, wanted to continue chatting with him but was ignored. He could not help but feel speechless.

But...

Looking at Mo Nan's anxious look, Liao Xian did not know what to say. He just wanted to ask, where did you go earlier?

Now, everything had happened. He had seen Lei Zhen's miserable appearance before. It was basically too late to send him to the hospital.

As for Lei Zhen's survival, he did not dare to think about it.1

But he did not dare to think about it. Someone dared to... For example, Mo Nan.

old rascal knew very well that as long as Faang Zhenghua was injured, and this guy was still alive, he was confident that he could keep him alive.

After rushing off the stage, Mo Nan came to Faang Zhenghua's side.

However, before he could get close, Ning Qi already noticed and blocked his way. He gritted his teeth and said,

"Get lost. Why are you still here?"

"Get out of the way."

He frowned and didn't want to waste time with Ning Qi.

When he finished speaking, he saw that Ning Qi still had no intention of getting out of the way. He quickly said, "I am a pharmacist. I have a way to let Lei Zhen live!"

At this time, calling himself a doctor seemed to be the same as saying that he was a doctor. However, Mo Nan remembered that Chang Xu had once said that there was a profession in the Upper Realm called pharmacist.

A good Medicine Master, not to mention life and death human flesh and bones, as long as the patient had a breath of air, he could be cured.

old rascal thought about it. They were all treating illnesses and saving people. There shouldn't be a problem for him to temporarily act as a Medicine Master, right?

However, it would be better if he didn't say it. After he said that, Ning Qi's gaze became even more suspicious.

The latter's idea was very simple. The martial arts inheritance in the lower realm had long been cut off. Even the most common craftsmen could not be found, let alone an exceptionally rare pharmacist in the higher realm. How could they possibly meet in the lower realm?

Coincidentally, it was this fellow who was full of secrets in front of him.

It was not trustworthy!

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