1227: C1227 A Thick Sense of Crisis

C1227 A Thick Sense of Crisis

"Haha, that's a good move. Unfortunately, I don't buy it."

Zhou Yan shook his head and laughed.

"Oh? "Wang Teng was startled for a moment, then laughed coldly," An ant like you still wants to bargain with me? Dream on. Since that's the case, I can only send you to drink tea with King Yama. "

" Humph! Do you think you can kill me? "Zhou Yan mocked.

"That might not be the case."

Wang Teng said in disdain. Then, his figure flashed and appeared in front of Zhou Yan. At some point in time, he was holding a long sword in his hand. The long sword was glowing with a dark green light and looked extremely sharp.

Zhou Yan's pupils shrank. He did not expect the other party to be so powerful. He was a peak expert of the seventh level of the Innate Realm, while his opponent was only at the fifth level of the Innate Realm.

The difference between the two was too great.

"How is it? Are you convinced?" Wang Teng laughed proudly. He could already see the brat being cut into pieces by him.

"Impossible."

Zhou Yan shook his head. Although his strength could not compare to the person in front of him, it was not far off. Furthermore, he had the strength of the ninth level of the Innate Stage. He would never lose to this trash.

"Regardless of whether you believe me or not, I will kill you."

Wang Teng held his sword and stabbed towards Zhou Yan's neck.

Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly as he felt a strong sense of danger.

"* Bang! *"

The spiritual energy in Zhou Yan's body instantly exploded. He gathered all the energy in his body into his right fist. He clenched his fists tightly and punched Wang Teng's sword.

A huge force struck him and the sword flew out of Wang Teng's hand.

"Puchi."

Wang Teng spat out a mouthful of blood and was forced back dozens of steps before he could barely stabilize himself.

"What a terrifying strength. This brat's strength is so terrifying."

Wang Teng was shocked. He had completely underestimated Zhou Yan's strength. He originally thought that Zhou Yan was only at the Eighth Level of the Innate Realm, but who would have thought that he would be so strong? He wasn't even weaker than him.

"Your cultivation is even stronger than I imagined. No wonder you dare to challenge me." Wang Teng sneered.

Zhou Yan was expressionless. He looked at the sword on the ground and thought to himself, "Looks like I'll have to use the Spirit Weapon to deal with this brat."

Thinking about it, Zhou Yan flipped his wrist, and a black dagger appeared in his hand. This dagger was emitting a cold light.

"Whoosh."

Zhou Yan's figure moved quickly as he stabbed towards Wang Teng with the pitch-black dagger in his hand. The dagger carried a trace of cold killing intent.

"What terrifying speed. He's actually a martial artist."

Wang Teng's expression changed drastically. He felt a fatal threat. If he was attacked, he would definitely die.

"Hmph, brat, your death has arrived." Wang Teng roared as he gripped his sword tightly with both hands and slashed towards Zhou Yan.

"Clang ~ Clang ~"

A crisp sound rang out as the dagger and the Black Iron dagger collided. The two daggers shot out separately, drawing an arc in the air and landing at Wang Teng's feet.

"What? How could this be?"

Wang Teng's expression changed drastically. He couldn't understand it at all. This brat's strength was clearly far stronger than his, so why couldn't he take advantage of him at all?

"Brat, I advise you to surrender obediently. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you have a taste of my dagger." Wang Teng laughed sinisterly.

"Then give it a try." Zhou Yan sneered.

When the two of them started fighting again, Zhou Yan still did not have the upper hand. However, he relied on his own strength to forcefully suppress Wang Teng.

"What's going on? This guy can actually block my attack? How strong is he? Could it be that he has also reached the Eighth Level of the Innate Realm? "Wang Teng's face was gloomy as he guessed in his heart.

"Bam!"

A muffled sound rang out as Wang Teng staggered back, blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth.

"What? You can't take it anymore? I advise you to surrender as soon as possible. Perhaps, if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go." Wang Teng sneered.

"Hehe, even if I die, I won't surrender to you." Zhou Yan shook his head firmly.

"Good, good, you have guts. Today, I want to see how long you can last."

Wang Teng squinted his eyes. He stretched out his palm and a pill appeared in his hand. He threw it into his mouth and swallowed it. Immediately, a violent spiritual energy fluctuation surged out from his body.

"Ninth level of the Innate Realm?!"

Wang Teng's expression changed drastically. He finally saw clearly that Zhou Yan's true cultivation was actually at the Ninth Level of the Innate Realm. He did not expect that this brat would actually hide his strength so deeply. It seemed like it would not be easy to take his life today.

"Brat, it's not too late to admit defeat now," Wang Teng said coldly.

"Don't even think about it."

Zhou Yan shook his head. He knew that if he surrendered now, he would only die.

"Brat, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit." Wang Teng's eyes were dark.

"I like to drink a forfeit. How about it? You want to kill me? Then just do it."

Zhou Yan said disdainfully.

"Alright, since that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite." Wang Teng shouted. He waved his palm and a black Long Spear appeared in his hand.

"Black Wind Spear!"

Wang Teng bellowed, and the black Long Spear instantly turned into thousands of black afterimages, attacking Zhou Yan.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly. He waved the black sword in his hand and displayed a sword technique to fight against the Black Wind Spear. His sword technique was not exquisite and had many flaws. However, it contained an extremely thick power that increased Zhou Yan's defense by a lot.

"* Bang! Bang! Bang! *"

The battle between the two of them was extremely intense, causing the entire pavilion to tremble. Zhou Yan continued to attack, dispersing the power of the Black Wind Spear. However, his sword techniques were getting weaker and weaker as if he could not hold on any longer.

"Puchi!"

Finally, the power of the Black Wind Spear completely disappeared. Zhou Yan spat out a mouthful of blood as the sword in his hand fell to the ground. His body was also shaking uncontrollably. It was obvious that his injuries were not light.

"Brat, let's see where you can run to!"2

Wang Teng sneered and quickly rushed over. His dagger appeared from the void and stabbed towards Zhou Yan's chest.

"Swish!"

Zhou Yan reacted quickly and immediately dodged.

"Bam!"

The dagger pierced through his clothes and left behind a hideous wound. Fresh blood flowed down and dyed the ground red.

"* Gasp *"

Wang Teng sucked in a breath of cold air. He never expected this brat to be so difficult to deal with.

"Brat, you are indeed very strong, but in terms of absolute strength, you are still defeated by me. Your strength is still not enough to fight against me."

Zhou Yan sneered. His body moved, and the dagger in his hand stabbed out once again.

Since Zhou Yan was in danger, Zhou Yan did not dare to be negligent. He immediately displayed a set of messy sword techniques, attempting to block Zhou Yan's attack.

"* Clink, clink, clink! *"

The two attacks collided, producing a metallic sound. Zhou Yan was indeed a genius with extraordinary talent. Although his sword technique was slightly inferior to Wang Teng's, it was still not something Wang Teng could compare to.

Wang Teng was forced into a dangerous situation, and a hint of anxiety flashed across his eyes.

"Brat, there are still three more moves before you are eliminated."

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