"If I really want to kill someone, but I am hindered by the sect rules, what will I do?”
"Since we can't kill him, then we'll beat him half to death!”
Many disciples immediately understood Tang Long's intention after learning his true strength.
Early in the morning, the arena was already filled with people.
At a glance, it was a mess.
In the dormitory, Tang Long opened his eyes and stood up from his bed.
After a night of healing, Tang Long's damaged meridians had already recovered by 70%.
The remaining 30% could only be slowly recuperated with True Qi in the days to come.
If he wanted to repair his damaged meridians in a short period of time, he would have to have a special treasure that could repair his meridians.
He thought that his cultivation might be affected for the next period of time and might even be interrupted.
After a night, Tang Long had calmed down, but a wave of anger rose in his body again.
"This damned bastard!"
Actually, when martial artists broke through realms, there was a certain chance of damaging their meridians.
Especially if he used a rough method to break through, the chances were even higher.
On the other hand, Tang Long's breakthrough yesterday might not have been so smooth.
However, there was no need to break through in a rough way.
It was because of Yang Mu's loud shout that he was disturbed.
In addition, he could feel the anger in Yang Mu's voice. He knew that the other party did not come with good intentions. He wanted to break through as soon as possible.
This caused his meridians to be severely damaged this time.
In the arena.
Yang Mu slowly walked up to the ring with a tired face.
Last night, he did not sleep at all.
Because of shock and fear.
He was afraid, but he had no choice but to come.
Because he was the one who had initiated the challenge.
Moreover…if he didn't come, Tang Long's anger wouldn't be appeased.
Thus, he had no choice but to come.
"Eh…"
As soon as Yang Mu went on stage, boos rang out from below the stage.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.
Yesterday, he was still arrogant and despotic, but today, he had become so down and out. Hesitation.
"Sigh…if you could keep a low profile and be humble, you wouldn't have to do this.”
"Hehe, I've been unhappy with him for a long time. With his appearance, I'm in a good mood.”
"I'm different. I woke up so early today just to see how he was beaten up by Tang Long.”
……
Under everyone's anticipation, time slowly arrived at eight in the morning.
At this moment, the main character of the day, Tang Long, finally appeared in the arena.
On the arena, Yang Mu looked at Tang Long and said,""I'm just a bit high-profile, but you…are a demon, a demon that tortures people.”
He had come to the arena today because he wanted to end this as soon as possible.
Yesterday, the two of them could have fought directly.
However, Tang Long did not do so.
He insisted on making an appointment this morning.
Why?
The mental torture was more painful than the physical torture!
"You should be glad that you're a disciple of the WuTang Sect, shouldn't you?”
Tang Long said coldly.
Yang Mu's body trembled, and his face turned pale.
Tang Long's meaning was clear. If he was not a disciple of the WuTang Sect, he would have died yesterday.
Yang Mu could not refute.
"Make your move. For the sake of fairness, I'll suppress my cultivation to the same level as yours-the initial stage of the second-rate realm!
How much face you can win depends on your strength.”
Pulling out a green steel sword from the weapon rack on the ring, Tang Long glanced at Yang Mu coldly.
Yang Mu trembled.
Killing people and killing their hearts was nothing more than this.
If Tang Long's cultivation base was only at the middle stage of the second-rate realm, he could crush him.
It wasn't an injustice for him to lose.
But…if they were on the same level…
If he lost, he really lost.
Of course, it was undeniable that this also gave him a chance.
A chance to not be beaten up so badly.
Holding the sword in his hand, Yang Mu's nervous heart slowly calmed down.
this moment
The crowd below the stage realized that the originally dejected and dispirited Yang Mu's aura had quickly returned.
The domineering Yang Mu seemed to have returned at this moment.
Yang Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at Tang Long, who was sitting opposite him. He became cautious and focused.
To him, Tang Long was an opponent he had never had before.
Swordsmen were not only competing in sword moves.
Also, the boiling water could see through the other party's flaws.
But…
the next second
His face darkened and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
This was because he realized that Tang Long seemed to have merged with the entire world just by standing there casually.
He couldn't find any flaws at all.
"Since you don't have any flaws now, I'll force them out.”
After making up his mind, Yang Mu thrust his sword at Tang Long.
The sword move was very simple, without any fancy moves.
Tang Long shook his head slightly.
In his eyes, Yang Mu was full of flaws.
Tang Long's wrist shook slightly. Not only did he easily negate Yang Mu's sword technique, but the tip of his sword also pierced straight into the latter's abdomen. The latter was so frightened that he felt a chill down his spine. He moved his body sideways in a sorry state. Because it was too sudden, he almost fell flat on his face.
Following that, Yang Mu stabbed a few more times, and the final result was not much different from his first strike.
Although there were people who were more experienced and weren't as miserable as 1st Sword, they weren't much better.
Compared to his battle with Wang Lin and his battle with Tang Long, he had been defeated everywhere.
Fifteen minutes had passed, but he still could not even touch the corner of Tang Long's clothes.
On the other hand, Tang Long's every move was natural.
From the beginning to the end, it was elegant and graceful. It didn't look like a fight at all, but like a dance.
"There's actually someone who can cultivate the Wudang Swordsmanship to such a level.”
On the tree, Yu Lianzhou's eyes were fixed on Tang Long, who was on the ring. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
As for Hua Feng and the other third-generation disciples, their mouths were wide open in shock.
The disciples who had only heard about Tang Long's swordsmanship but had never seen it before looked as if they had seen a ghost.
What kind of sword technique was this? This was simply a visual feast.
They had never seen anyone who could use a basic sword technique so perfectly and so pleasing to the eye.
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