chapter 16
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“Number ninety-seven, Mie Yun Sheng!”
At this moment, the spiritual array dissipated, and the recorder below the stage spoke up.
Yet, the crowd was still somewhat slow to react.
The first move did not capture Wang Yuan; this Mie Yun, striking again with a single, fluid motion, killed Wang Yuan!
This young man is definitely not ordinary.
And now, Ye Wu Shuang stood on the arena, slowly saying, “Who else?”
Mo Xiao’s beautiful eyes rested on Ye Wu Shuang, with a faint, enchanting smile.
It’s really too interesting.
The matter between the Yun and Ye families has already spread throughout Liu Yue City today, but it seems that the Yun family… has offended someone not to be underestimated.
“I’m here!”
At this moment, a shout rang out, as ear-piercing as a thunderclap.
“It’s Lu Meng!”
“This guy just won, and now he’s going to fight again?”
“Not to mention, Wang Yuan likes to take shortcuts, his strength is really not worth looking at, Lu Meng will definitely do!”
The surrounding people cheered again.
Lu Meng stepped onto the arena, carrying a broadsword, its cold light flashing, his eyes fixed on Ye Wu Shuang like a tiger.
“Young man, dare to fight?”
“Why not?”
The two were at odds, and the people around the arena immediately started betting.
This time, most of the warriors still bet on Lu Meng to win, but there were also a few who bet on Ye Wu Shuang to win.
The spiritual array rose again.
The competition began once more.
Lu Meng, holding the broadsword in one hand, dragged it across the arena, looked at Ye Wu Shuang’s frail body, and without a word, he suddenly shouted and swung his sword directly at him.
At this moment, Ye Wu Shuang saw Lu Meng swinging his sword, his expression unchanged, his hands at this time like tiger claws, but still in a relaxed state.
Just then, Lu Meng directly raised his sword and leaped, using the momentum to slash down from the air.
Ye Wu Shuang did not dodge, but instead spread his arms and charged directly at Lu Meng.
“This kid is looking for death!”
“Lu Meng is naturally strong, proficient in swordsmanship, I have never seen anyone at the fifth level dare to block this sword!”
“It’s still a loss due to not understanding the opponent, this kid is done for.”
For a moment, the crowd was buzzing, and a few warriors who bet on Ye Wu Shuang to win were lamenting.
At this moment, Mo Xiao’s eyes also brightened.
She didn’t believe that Ye Wu Shuang was simply going to his death!
Just at this moment, Lu Meng’s sword directly slashed down.
Ye Wu Shuang was completely exposed to the blade, seemingly about to be split in half by Lu Meng’s sword.
But suddenly, Ye Wu Shuang closed his arms, his hands like iron pincers, and he actually grabbed the back of Lu Meng’s sword!
The sound of cracking rang out, and the floor under Ye Wu Shuang’s feet cracked.
But Lu Meng’s sword could not advance an inch!
At the fifth level, the body possesses the strength of thirty-six oxen, but Ye Wu Shuang, irrigated by the power of the ninth spiritual soul from his previous life, is several times stronger than ordinary people. At the fifth level, his physical strength is enough to have the strength of forty-nine oxen, not much different from the sixth level.
He can definitely take this sword!
At this moment, Lu Meng only felt that his sword no longer obeyed him, firmly clamped, he wanted to cut down directly, but he couldn’t cut.
However, he wanted to take it back, only to find that the young man in front of him was firmly clamping the blade, and he couldn’t take it back.
Ye Wu Shuang stood on the ground, motionless, his hands firmly grasping the back of the sword, the force rolling out, making Lu Meng unable to advance or retreat.
The back of the sword was tightly held by Ye Wu Shuang, and at this moment, the blade turned, approaching Lu Meng’s neck.
Lu Meng’s eyes showed panic, and he exerted all his strength to resist, but it was useless, and he knew that if he abandoned the sword at this time, Ye Wu Shuang could directly cut him in half with one sword.
The sword, inch by inch, approached the neck, and beads of sweat rolled down Lu Meng’s face…
“Ah…”
A roar, Lu Meng’s clothes exploded, his arms bulged with muscles, blood veins fully exposed, exerting all his strength to resist.
But at this moment, Ye Wu Shuang suddenly stopped his hands, exerted force in an instant, turned the blade and directly cut.
With a whoosh, the blade directly brushed past Lu Meng’s neck, and a head flew out.
Blood gushed out.
Ye Wu Shuang, in a plain white robe, was stained with blood, and this seemingly frail young man, at this moment, looked like a god of slaughter.