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Jia Zhengliang's Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is very powerful; if mastered to its peak, it could even secure a place in the world of supernatural beings. However, to deal with immortals...
Unless his method of using the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is "Baby, please turn around".
Lu Xuan continued, "This is not something you should be considering right now."
"Only when you've mastered the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife to the point where it can cut through anything, at least enough to slice through the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain with a single strike, will you be qualified to consider this question."
Jia Zhengliang: "..."
That sounds like it's way too much!
Originally, Jia Zhengliang had only asked a question by chance, but he regretted it as soon as he asked it, fearing that Lu Xuan would cut him open and bleed him, turning him into "Jia Zhengliang".
As it turned out, Lu Xuan actually answered, and what he said was even more outrageous than he had imagined.
Use the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife to slice through Longhu Mountain?
Jia Zhengliang looked at the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, which was about the size of his palm, and swallowed hard.
That's probably impossible in my lifetime!
But... we're already here, right?
Jia Zhengliang silently channeled his Qi, and the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife became even sharper under the influence of Qi, with its friction with the air reduced to a minimum.
This is the ultimate skill he painstakingly studied: Nine Hundred Births and Deaths!
Under his full control, the twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives will reach their maximum speed.
Extreme sharpness combined with extreme speed is the best development direction for the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife in Jia Zhengliang's vision.
"Master Lu, I would like to challenge you now."
Jia Zhengliang took a deep breath and spoke with a firm gaze.
"Since we've come all this way, it's worthwhile to spar with a master. I also want to try and catch up with your level."
"That's unnecessary. My level is too high; you can't catch up with me!"
Jia Zhengliang: "?"
Master Lu, you don't need to be so frank. Do you have to be so direct?
Lu Xuan's expression was serious. "Who told me I like to tell the truth the most!"
Jia Zhengliang was so angry he almost couldn't breathe.
We can’t talk today!
With his breathing steady, Jia Zhengliang's eyes grew increasingly resolute, and the twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives shone with an ever-sharpering light.
The power of the art of manipulating objects is never about simple addition, but rather about multiplication by multiples.
The twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives, working together, unleash power far exceeding the imagination of ordinary supernatural beings.
Before the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was even drawn, it had already completely sealed off Lu Xuan's location, and it seemed that Lu Xuan would be mercilessly shredded by the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife at any moment...
Well, Jia Zhengliang wouldn't even dare to dream of something like that.
The reality is that the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, which used to be as easy to operate as an extension of my arm, now seems extremely stiff, and despite its dazzling blade light, it has yet to fly out.
After swallowing hard, Jia Zhengliang was soon covered in sweat.
Inside the stadium, the tense atmosphere made the returning spectators serious.
Is this some new way of fighting that they don't understand?
Can Jia Zhengliang really create a miracle?
Whether he can create a miracle is unknown, but Jia Zhengliang is probably suffocating with frustration.
With his mind on high alert and his internal energy fully activated, the twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives had accumulated their power to the extreme under the infusion of energy.
Lu Xuan was right in front of him; it seemed that as long as he unleashed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, victory would be assured...
The victory for yarn.
The harder Jia Zhengliang tried, the more desperate he became. With Lu Xuan concealing his aura, he simply couldn't pinpoint Lu Xuan's location.
When I opened my eyes, Lu Xuan seemed to be right in front of me; when I closed my eyes, there seemed to be nothing in front of me.
If you can't even lock on, what are you going to use to fight?
We can't just admit defeat, can we?
No! We absolutely cannot admit defeat.
Jia Zhengliang had lost count of how many times he had taken a deep breath.
A white blur appeared before my eyes, and scenes from the past flashed before me...
Jia Zhengliang saw that he had grabbed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife during his first birthday celebration, and the happy smiles of his parents at that time were still vivid in his mind.
When he displayed his talent for manipulating objects, he vividly recalled the care and concern he received from his relatives and friends in the village.
When I first mastered the flying knife, the surprised and delighted looks from my parents and friends deeply inspired me...
How happy I was back then!
When he was able to wield twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives, he became the hope for the future of the entire village.
I am the hope of the whole village!
Is this all going to end today?
Am I supposed to give up today?
No! Absolutely not! I must prove my abilities.
The fame of my twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives must not end here.
At the very least! I will unleash the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife to prove that I have the courage to wield it against the stronger.
Come on! Let me prove it...
An awkward silence fell over the arena, and the spectators, who had been expecting a great battle, looked at each other in bewilderment.
After all, no one expected things to develop in this direction.
Lu Xuan walked up to Jia Zhengliang, examined him for a moment, and then looked at the referee with an innocent expression.
"Did I... win?"
The referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain: "..."
As he walked off the stage, he looked at Jia Zhengliang, who was lying on the ground, his face as pale as paper, muttering something under his breath.
This scene... I've never seen anything like it before.
Who has ever seen someone faint from holding back their own power while preparing a powerful attack?
That's right, just now, in full view of everyone.
Jia Zhengliang spent a long time trying to think it through, but ended up actually fainting from holding it in.
I originally thought Jia Zhengliang was holding back something big, but it turns out he just made a huge mistake.
He craned his neck to examine it closely, then raised his hand to flip Jia Zhengliang's eyelids.
The referee from Longhu Mountain nodded and gave a professional judgment.
"It's nothing serious, just a regular revolving lantern. Someone come and carry it away!"
The two Taoist priests carried the stretcher and skillfully carried Jia Zhengliang, who was still in a daze, away.
The referee, a Taoist priest, coughed twice and then announced.
"Winner of this match: Lu Xuan."
As soon as the words were spoken, the previously awkward and silent stands erupted with suppressed emotions.
"What the hell?! This is it?"
"I shouldn't have had any illusions. I should have just continued to hunt down Zhang Chulan!"
"Where did that grandson of a bitch like Bilian go?"
"Let me see, it looks like they're still taking a stroll outside the stadium!"
"Damn! I thought Jia Zhengliang was holding back something big because he seemed so confident, but it turns out he just messed up."
"Who says otherwise! Shall we continue our pursuit of Zhang Chulan?"
"Why does it feel like we're not seeing any normal matches today?"
"How about we watch the next game instead?"
"The next match is... Zhuge Qing versus Wang Ye?"
Chapter 110: That's right! I'm by no means an easy opponent either.
"Both players enter the arena, and the match begins."
The duel between Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye was quite spectacular.
The two stood facing each other, their expressions calm and open, full of humility and magnanimity.
Feeling guilty, Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes even more.
Wang wouldn't find out that it was I who asked the Old Master to put me and him together, would he?
Zhuge Qing was still a little scared, after all, they were still close friends who played cards together, but he went to the old master to ask him to be paired with him.
This made Zhuge Qing feel somewhat guilty.
Wang Ye scratched his head, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Zhuge Qing won't find out that it was I who asked the Celestial Master to put him and me in the same group, right?
Wang Ye was still a little guilty. After all, they had played cards together before. He had said he was going to help the old master relieve his worries, but in the end he could only bully Zhuge Qing, who was an easy target.
What if Zhuge Qing finds out?
Zhuge Qing: "(ノ?＼*)"
Wang Ye: "(//o/ω/o//)"