81: C81 Singles Competition 2

C81 Singles Competition 2

Singles 2.

After two joss sticks, Loong Feng and Qingshan finished their battle. It was a good thing that they had all passed. They had all encountered Nascent Infant Early Period warriors. It was hard to say whether they were lucky or not, but they wouldn't be so lucky in the next round. The ones who were left behind were at least Mid Nascent Infant warriors.

The Northern Arena was in an uproar. There were cheers, shouts, and shouts mixed together. It seemed like most of the voices belonged to women. The curious Muh Feng and the others walked over to take a look. Could it be that some genius had appeared? Or some handsome guy?

They saw a young man wearing a pink Daoist robe fly into the air and somersault several times in the air. Then, his clothes fluttered elegantly as he landed on the ground, causing countless girls to cheer. There were even many female disciples from the Myriad Sword Sect who would occasionally release electricity at the young man. Flying kiss!

From a close look, the young man had a slim figure, a delicate face, and facial features... Beautiful, too beautiful. There was nothing that could make one feel ashamed of themselves. There were countless beauties in the world, but it was rare for a man to be so beautiful. Beautiful to the point of making a man's heart move, making a woman jealous!

"Who is this? Why do all the beautiful female disciples of Myriad Sword Sect look like they are obsessed with love?"

"You don't even know this? Ermao, it's not that I'm talking about you. I'm starting to suspect that you're from Cultivation Realm, but you don't even know him?"

When Muh Feng heard the senior brother of Myriad Sword Sect talking about the young man again, he immediately moved closer to listen.

"Xiaoliu, hurry up and tell me. I'm so worried about Ermao."

"Listen up, it's a little long, don't be scared. He's handsome, handsome, and charming. People love him when they see him, and flowers bloom when they see him. People call him He is the only male disciple of the Jade Maiden Sect, Mr. Rakish Fann Silong, who has seen countless women and flown among thousands of flowers in a single night. He is also the one and only male disciple of the Jade Maiden Sect, Mr. Rakish Fann Silong!" Little Liu spoke a lot in one breath as if he was speaking a tongue twister. After that, he propped up his legs and panted heavily.

While they were still discussing, a fight had already begun on the arena. Muh Feng raised his head and surprisingly missed out on watching Mr. Rakish make his move. He could only see Nascent Infant Late Period's opponent flying backwards. From the beginning to the end, it had only been a few dozen breaths of time. This speed was unbelievable. The key was that Mr. Rakish, Fann Silong, was only an intermediate Nascent Infant. And the opponent was obviously not an ordinary Nascent Infant Late Period warrior.

Mr. Rakish could be seen smiling as he circled around the arena and cupped his fists at everyone, then he jumped out of the arena. Immediately, a large group of female disciples rushed forward. When Mr. Rakish came out, his face was covered with lipstick marks. It seemed like he enjoyed the feeling very much.

"Number 66, Number 66, please come to the southern ring to compete. If you don't come up now, you will be considered to have forfeited."

When Muh Feng heard this, he immediately flew up into the sky and quickly flew into the southern ring.

Instantly, the entire audience boiled up. The disciples below the arena started whispering in groups of three to five.

"Is this Muh Feng, the disciple of the Heavenly Thunder Sect who defeated two Mid Nascent Infant and one Nascent Infant Late Period from the Heavenly Lake Sect with his own strength yesterday?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. I have a very deep impression of him. He is only a Golden Core Middle Period, and he has more than just broken through to the next realm. Furthermore, he is able to do it so easily. This is truly shocking."

"Do you all think this Muh Feng of Heavenly Thunder Sect or Murong Fu of Myriad Sword Sect will win?"

"Senior disciple Murong Fu has been famous for many years, and he has now reached the peak of the Nascent Infant Late Period. He once defeated eighteen Nascent Infant Late Period warriors in a few hundred breaths of time, and was ranked in the top ten amongst the disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect. I heard that after the competition, he will go into secluded cultivation to break through to the Aperture Expelling Stage. This Muh Feng is certainly no match for him. "

"Haha, there's going to be a good show to watch now."

Yixue's confidence in Muh Feng was shaken when she heard what the crowd said. After all, Muh Feng was only a Golden Core Middle Period, and his opponent was about to break through to the Aperture Expelling Stage.

"Mr. Muh Feng, you can do it! Yixue will always support you!" Yixue shouted.

Chen Hui, Tim, Loong Feng, and Qingshan also shouted. It was a little sad to have so few people cheering for Muh Feng.

At this time, the Ten Thousand Sword Square was shouting in an orderly manner, "Long live Myriad Sword Sect! Murong Fu is invincible!" Again and again, it resounded throughout the entire Myriad Spirit Mountain.

On the stage, Murong Fu held his head high and puffed out his chest. He waved his hands around the arena, ignoring Muh Feng's existence.

The three masters of Myriad Sword Sect whispered to each other and nodded. They knew very well about Murong Fu. They were sure that Muh Feng was no match for him. Although Muh Feng could defeat a Nascent Infant Late Period, Murong Fu was no ordinary Nascent Infant Late Period.

"The competition begins!" Thousands of fans were shouting for the start of the match. Obviously, they attached great importance to the match between Murong Fu and Muh Feng.

As soon as Wan Renfan shouted for the start of the match, the entire audience quieted down.

Muh Feng cupped his fist and greeted Murong Fu with a smile, "Greetings, senior brother. I am Muh Feng from the Heavenly Thunder Sect. Please advise me."

Murong Fu didn't even look at them. He continued to release electricity and kiss the girls below the stage.

"Tsk, don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and come here. I will deal with you so I can go and flirt with girls." Murong Fu squeezed out a sentence after a long time.

Muh Feng stood where he was and didn't want to make the first move. After all, this was the territory of Myriad Sword Sect. Muh Feng was confident that as long as he made the first move, there wouldn't be any problems for Murong Fu.

"Trash, why aren't you attacking? I can't wait any longer. I'll give you the chance. Since you don't want to make the first move, don't blame me for bullying the weak."

After saying that, Murong Fu unleashed eighty percent of his power and struck out with his palm. A huge palm that could cover the entire arena descended from the sky, pressing down on Muh Feng.

A fierce wind was blowing on the arena, and the spiritual qi was violently emitting sparks.

Before the palm even reached the arena, cracks began to appear on the arena due to the pressure of the huge palm. The disciples at the edge of the arena were blown to the ground and quickly retreated. Afraid of being affected, the pressure had already pressed down on Muh Feng's body. Facing such pressure, Muh Feng was still as steady as Mount Tai. He did not move at all.

Muh Feng allowed the huge palm to hit him, not dodging at all.

"Boom!"

After a loud sound, the arena had collapsed for a few meters, and the two of them were standing in the deep pit. On the other hand, Muh Feng's body was shining with golden light, as if he hadn't been hit by the big palm. He was still intact, and his clothes didn't even show any signs of breaking. In fact, when the huge palm struck down, Muh Feng had already used the Golden Body Spell. That was why he wasn't injured.

"How, how is this possible?"

Murong Fu was shocked. He was very clear about the power of his palm. Even a Nascent Infant Late Period warrior would be turned into meat paste if he didn't resist, but why was this tiny ant still intact?

"Hiss!"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, not daring to believe their eyes. Not only them, even the ten thousand fans and everyone on the main stand couldn't believe that this was real. Even Liu Haifeng, Chen Hui and the others were confused. Since when did Muh Feng's defense become so strong? It didn't seem to make sense.

"Just this little strength? Didn't eat, did he? Muh Feng said sarcastically.

Murong Fu was furious. He couldn't even finish off an ant with a single strike. How could he survive if this news spread out? Besides, there were so many little junior sisters who admired him.

"That was just a warm-up. I will make you pay for what you did next." Murong Fu gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Myriad Returning Swords, go!"

Murong Fu used his full strength and used the ultimate technique of Myriad Sword Sect, Myriad Returning Swords.

In an instant, tens of thousands of swords were thrust at Muh Feng from all directions. Each of them was equivalent to the attack of a Mid Nascent Infant warrior.

It was the same as Muh Feng facing tens of thousands of Mid Nascent Infant warriors at the same time. In the eyes of outsiders, Muh Feng was going to die for sure.

"Stop! Are you trying to kill the disciples of Heavenly Thunder Sect?" Liu Haifeng furiously flew towards the arena, ready to risk his life to save Muh Feng. But before Liu Haifeng could get close, he was blocked by an invisible Barrier. He couldn't take even half a step forward.

The corner of Muh Feng's mouth slightly raised. He had already sensed that those swords were condensed from spirit energy, so Muh Feng made a bold move.

He opened his chest and stabbed thousands of swords into his body. In fact, those swords were swallowed by the Heaven Earth Devouring Spell the moment they came into contact with Muh Feng, turning into pure energy that flowed into his dantian.

After absorbing the ten thousand swords, Muh Feng broke through to the Golden Core Late Period in one go.

"This, this..."

Murong Fu pointed at Muh Feng and was speechless. This time, it wasn't because he was angry, but because he was shocked beyond words.

At this moment, everyone's mouths were wide open. They looked at Muh Feng as if they were looking at a monster. They couldn't calm the shock in their hearts for a long time.

Not only was he not injured, he had even managed to survive and break through to the next realm!

"Do you have any more ultimate moves? Hurry up and use them. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have a chance when I attack." Muh Feng added fuel to the fire and laughed.

"As you wish!"

Murong Fu shouted, "Underworld King Sword, come out!"2

Buzz ~!

A huge pitch-black sword emerged from Murong Fu's body and circled around him.

"Haha, this time, Muh Feng will be crippled even if he doesn't die. The Dark King Sword is a rare High Grade Spirit Artifact. With the combination of Murong Fu and the Dark King Sword, his strength is comparable to an Aperture Expelling Early Period warrior." The Grand Elder of the main platform said.

After a while, the Vice Sect Master of the Myriad Sword Sect, Wan Baoqiang, muttered to himself, "It's hard to determine the victor. I'm afraid Murong Fu is still not a match for him."

Yixue and the others broke out in a cold sweat. This kind of strength was far beyond what they could accept.

Muh Feng also felt the waves of pressure coming from the opponent's weapon. At this time, Muh Feng also shouted, "Heavenly God Sword, unsheathe!"

Following a dragon's roar, the Heavenly God Sword also started revolving around Muh Feng.

"Master, I am the Heavenly God Sword's sword spirit. You can just call me Linger. Now, wait for me to break that devil sword."

"Who, who is talking?" Muh Feng looked around.

At this time, Murong Fu became complacent and said, "Ants, are you scared silly? You are talking nonsense. Hahaha, do you think that you can defeat my High Grade Spirit Artifact Dark King Sword with just a broken Low Grade Spirit Artifact?"

"Master, I am the one who is speaking. I am the Heavenly God Sword, and the Heavenly God Sword is me."

Muh Feng nodded as if he understood something. The Heavenly God Sword had evolved into the Low Grade Spirit Artifact, and the one who spoke was the sword spirit of the Heavenly God Sword.

"Ant, die!"

"Myriad Returning Swords!"

Murong Fu once again used his ultimate move. This time, it was very different from before. Not only did his Qi and power increase by several times.

Tens of thousands of swords that were as powerful as Nascent Infant Late Period locked onto Muh Feng. They pierced towards Muh Feng at lightning speed. This time, Muh Feng didn't dare to absorb them easily, as he was afraid that his body would explode and die.

"Master, you don't have to do anything. Watch me."

After Linger finished speaking, she flew out and transformed into a huge Heavenly God Sword that was hundreds of meters long. It swept across the tens of thousands of swords.

With just a single strike, the tens of thousands of Underworld King Swords were shattered.

"Puff!"

Murong Fu trembled and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The Dark King Sword flew back to Murong Fu's side. However, it was no longer as bright as before. It had become dull and dull, and the blade was full of holes. If the master spirit weapon was damaged, the master would surely be severely injured.

At this moment, Murong Fu even had the urge to die. Adding the fact that the Dark Emperor Sword was no match for Muh Feng, and even the High Grade Spirit Artifact had been destroyed, he was afraid that it would be difficult to repair it.

At this time, Muh Feng held the Heavenly God Sword in his hand and walked forward step by step, saying, "This is your so-called ultimate move? That's all."

"Now it's my turn to attack!"

After saying that, Muh Feng raised the Heavenly God Sword high up in the air and slashed down with his sword.

Murong Fu was extremely frightened. He was on the verge of collapse. It was impossible for him to block half of Muh Feng's attack.

"I, I admit defeat!"

After saying that, Murong Fu blacked out and fainted...

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