Chapter 16
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“Number Ninety-Seven, Extinguishing Clouds, wins!”
At that moment, the spiritual formation was dispelled, and the recorder below the stage announced. However, the crowd still seemed somewhat dazed.
This Extinguishing Clouds had not captured Wang Yuan in the first move, but with a single, fluid strike, he had killed him! This young man was definitely not ordinary.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang stood on the arena and said slowly, “Who else dares to challenge?”
Mo Xiao’s beautiful eyes fell on Ye Wushuang, and she smiled faintly, her expression enchanting.
This was truly fascinating.
The conflict between the Yun family and the Ye family had already spread throughout the Flowing Moon City that day. But now it seemed that the Yun family might have offended someone formidable.
“I’ll take him on!”
At that moment, a shout rang out, as piercing as a muffled thunderclap.
“It’s Lu Meng!”
“He just won a match, and now he’s going to fight again?”
“Wang Yuan was always a schemer; his strength was nothing to write home about. Lu Meng will definitely be able to handle it!”
The onlookers around began to cheer and shout with excitement once again.
Lu Meng ascended the arena step by step, carrying his broadsword, its blade gleaming coldly. His eyes stared intently at Ye Wushuang.
“Kid, do you dare to fight?”
“Why not?”
The two faced off against each other, and the crowd around the arena immediately began placing bets again.
This time, as before, the majority of the warriors bet on Lu Meng’s victory, but a small group of people still bet on Ye Wushuang.
The spiritual formation rose once more.
The match began again.
Lu Meng, gripping his broadsword, dragged it across the arena. Without a word, he roared and swung his blade at Ye Wushuang.
At that moment, seeing Lu Meng’s blade slashing down, Ye Wushuang’s expression remained unchanged. His hands, like tiger claws, were still in a relaxed state.
Just then, Lu Meng leaped into the air, using the momentum to bring his blade down with a powerful strike.
Ye Wushuang neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he spread his arms wide and charged straight at Lu Meng.
“This kid is courting death!”
“Lu Meng is naturally strong and his blade technique is proficient. I’ve never seen anyone at the fifth level dare to block such a strike!”
“He’s just too unfamiliar with his opponent. This kid is done for.”
For a moment, the crowd was abuzz with discussion. The small group of warriors who had bet on Ye Wushuang winning groaned in despair.
At that moment, Mo Xiao’s eyes also brightened.
She didn’t believe that Ye Wushuang was simply going to his death!
Just then, Lu Meng’s blade came down.
Ye Wushuang was completely exposed under the blade, seemingly about to be split in half by Lu Meng’s strike.
But suddenly, Ye Wushuang brought his arms together, and his hands, like a pair of iron pincers, **firmly grasped the blade’s back**!
The sound of cracking echoed as the floor beneath Ye Wushuang’s feet split apart.
Yet Lu Meng’s blade could not advance even an inch!
At the fifth level of cultivation, a warrior’s physical strength is equivalent to that of thirty-six oxen. However, Ye Wushuang, with the power of his previous life’s ninth divine spirit infusing his body, was several times stronger than an ordinary person. At the fifth level, his physical strength was equivalent to that of forty-nine oxen, almost on par with someone at the sixth level.
He could definitely withstand this strike!
At this moment, Lu Meng felt his blade no longer obeyed his commands. It was firmly clamped, and he couldn’t bring it down. But when he tried to pull it back, he found that the young man in front of him had a death grip on the blade, and he couldn’t retrieve it.
Ye Wushuang stood firm on the ground, his hands tightly gripping the blade’s back, exerting a powerful force that left Lu Meng unable to move forward or backward.
The blade, tightly held by Ye Wushuang, began to turn, its edge now moving toward Lu Meng’s neck.
Lu Meng’s eyes filled with panic as he exerted all his strength to resist, but it was futile. He knew that if he let go of the blade, Ye Wushuang could easily slice him in half.
The blade inched closer to his neck, and sweat poured down Lu Meng’s face…
“Ahh…”
With a roar, Lu Meng’s clothes burst open, his arm muscles bulging, and his veins standing out as he struggled with all his might.
But at that moment, Ye Wushuang suddenly exerted force, turning the blade and slashing it away.
With a sickening sound, the blade swept across Lu Meng’s neck, and his head flew off.
Blood gushed out uncontrollably.
Ye Wushuang’s plain white robe was now stained with blood. The seemingly frail young man now looked like a god of death.
