8mi Chapter 99: Only those who can withstand five of my moves are worthy of knowing my name!
Chapter 99: Only those who can withstand five of my moves are worthy of knowing my name!
Chapter 99 Only those who can withstand five of my moves are worthy of knowing my name!
Of the fifteen numbers, only ten people actually showed up.
Five disciples gave up the assessment.
This is not surprising, given that a death had just occurred.
The assessment to go to the Haotian Secret Realm is something that only a very few people can pass. Many disciples are just trying their luck. Who would want to risk their life?
Moreover, it wasn't just these five people who abstained; many disciples at the scene also chose to leave after seeing Shi Liyan's body, even after the teacher announced new rules.
As Mo Zheng walked through the gate, he brushed past the teacher and the disciples in charge. For some reason, the teacher and the disciples in charge suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. They subconsciously looked at Mo Zheng, but could only see his back.
Mo Zheng walked slowly, but his steps were heavy. With each step, it seemed as if he was going to stomp a hole in the ground. That's how he passed through the gate.
As far as the eye can see, there is a spacious training ground with five separate arenas.
On each arena stood a disciple dressed in black, each exuding an extraordinary aura.
There were more than a dozen other disciples in black below the stage, sitting quietly in a corner, some with their eyes closed, others looking around.
Beneath each arena stood a teacher: Liu Qing, Wang He, and Wu Feng.
Mo Zheng knows them all.
Meanwhile, Headmaster Feng and the teachers from the Martial Arts Hall stood not far away, watching the ten disciples who had just entered, accompanying the visitors from the Hun Tian Sect.
"Did five people abstain?"
The disciples in charge of the training grounds, seeing that only ten people had entered, immediately guessed the reason.
He said, "Now, the five people with the highest numbers, please come forward and you can freely choose one of these five arenas for the assessment."
Mo Zheng didn't make it to the first round. There were six people ahead of him, but only one person withdrew.
"Senior brother, which arena did Junior Brother Shi die from his injuries just now?" a disciple suddenly asked.
The disciple in charge didn't speak, but simply glanced at the second arena.
On the second arena stood a burly man, about two meters tall, with an extremely strong physique. He held a heavy bronze hammer, exuding a fierce aura.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, the man grinned, beckoned to the crowd, and looked provocative.
The ten disciples' expressions immediately changed. They were all martial artists, and young people at that. How could they stand such provocation?
"They're incredibly arrogant!"
One of the disciples snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he leaped onto the arena, shouting in a deep voice, "Wei Han is eager to learn your skills. May I ask your name?"
Wei Han, the Xuanbing Sword Master, ranked ninth among the true disciples, cultivated the Nine Yin Ice Soul Divine Sword, a legacy of the Martial Saint.
He had already passed the fifth level of the Tower of Ascension, and his external martial arts skills were by no means ordinary.
"Me? Only those who can withstand five of my moves are worthy of knowing my name!"
The burly man spoke in a deep, booming voice, and with a swing of his copper hammer, a gust of wind immediately rushed towards Wei Han, making him pause in his breath.
What incredible strength!
Wei Han was startled. Just from the force of the hammer swinging in the air, he knew that this person was no ordinary person and that his strength was probably far superior to his own.
Fortunately, since he wields a heavy weapon like a hammer, he should be slower, so he has a chance to win.
With a dark expression, he drew his longsword, exuding a sharp and chilling aura.
Faced with this fierce aura, the burly man remained fearless and instead smiled, saying, "Don't say I didn't go easy on you and let you make the first move."
"court death!"
With a sharp shout, Wei Han charged forward with his sword in a flash. In an instant, his aura vanished completely, leaving no trace.
However, just as he got close, that aura erupted again, even colder and more frigid than before!
The sword light, gleaming with boundless killing intent, transformed into a bolt of silver lightning, aiming straight for the burly man's throat.
The silver lightning split into nine, resembling nine icicles, and its chilling aura instantly filled the entire training ground, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
At such close range, with such swift swordsmanship, and even conjuring nine sword lights upon close combat, this fierce killing move left all the disciples secretly astonished.
However, the teachers who were already watching the battle had tense expressions and clearly did not think highly of this sword strike.
The big man moved.
With his imposing physique and the heavy hammer he wielded, he displayed a speed completely different from what he had seen elsewhere.
That thick bronze hammer, as light as a feather, instantly cast a dense, impenetrable shadow in front of the man.
Ding ding ding ding————
Nine weapons clashed in succession, sparks flew everywhere, and the terrifying force of the collision spread in all directions. Centered on the two people, the nearby bricks and stones developed numerous cracks that continued to spread outwards.
Wei Han grunted, his body involuntarily staggering backward, taking four steps back and leaving four deep footprints.
His face flushed red, his blood surging violently, and his right hand holding the sword was so shaken that he could barely grip the hilt. He stared in shock at the big man, not expecting that not only was the man incredibly strong, but his hammer technique was also terrifying, and his speed was in no way inferior to his Nine Yin Ice Soul Divine Sword!
"Hahaha, that's great, it's my turn now!"
The burly man laughed loudly, then charged towards Wei Han with his sledgehammer, leaving behind a trail of afterimages as he moved at great speed.
Wei Han was terrified and hurriedly tried to dodge, but his blood and qi had not yet calmed down, so he could not dodge and was directly hit on his left shoulder blade by a hammer.
boom!
With a dull thud, Wei Han was sent flying through the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist, before crashing heavily onto the arena. His left shoulder was deformed from the impact.
This scene completely stunned all the disciples who had just entered.
No one expected that the ninth-ranked disciple would be defeated in just two moves, and in such a humiliating defeat with no chance of resistance.
This big man's strength is truly overwhelming.
Just when they thought the fight was over, the burly man sneered and said, "Take my third blow!"
Having said that, he swung the hammer down again!
Wei Han, who was groaning softly, never expected his opponent to attack again. He was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. He dodged to the side with all his might, shouting, "I surrender—I surrender—"
He was slower than his opponent, weaker than his opponent, and even his external martial arts skills were better than this big man's. How could he possibly fight him?
Not to mention that his left shoulder is now shattered from being hammered.
However, the big man acted as if he hadn't heard him, and the sledgehammer continued to follow closely behind him.
boom!
Wei Han was unable to dodge in time and was hit by the hammer again, falling onto the stage with blood flowing from his mouth and nose. He was powerless to resist anymore.
"The fourth strike!"
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The burly man grinned maliciously, raised his bronze hammer high, and smashed it down toward Wei Han's head.
"stop!"
The teacher guarding the arena was Wang He, who shouted coldly, "Stop!"
The burly man suddenly stopped wielding his hammer, looked at Wang He, and his face was full of displeasure.
Wang He stared sharply at the burly man and shouted, "Wei Han has already admitted defeat, didn't you hear? If you dare to continue, don't blame me for killing you!"
A chilling killing intent emanated from Wang He, instantly enveloping the entire arena.
No one thought Wang He was joking.
This master of the Visceral Realm, backed by a Martial Saint, also has an extremely fiery temper. He dares to kill even fellow Visceral Realm cultivators, let alone a disciple of the Bone and Tendon Realm.
The man tensed up, a sense of fear rising in his heart. At that moment, he felt as if thousands of icy blades were pressed against his vital points, the chilling cold almost freezing his body.
"Wang He!"
Seeing this, Wei Liujiang quickly stopped him, saying, "What are you doing? Kong Yi has already stopped!"
Wang He didn't speak, but just snorted coldly, and her aura immediately vanished without a trace.
The burly man called "Kong Yi" breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed Wei Han with his large hand, walked to the edge of the arena, put him down, and said in a very innocent tone, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother Wei, the rule of this duel is that you only admit defeat if you jump off the arena. Your surrender just now doesn't count."
He turned to Wang He and said, "Master Wang, I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."
Wei Han was nearly beaten to death by his opponent. At this moment, he had no strength left to say anything. His heart was still in shock. He endured the excruciating pain and weakly said, "N-nothing—"
He was genuinely afraid that the other party might become aggressive and kill him with another blow.
Although the duel is over now, with so many teachers watching, the chances are slim.
But those few blows had really terrified him.
Upon hearing this, Kong Yi covered his head with his large hand, grinned, and his face was full of honesty.
Wang He watched coldly, still remaining silent.
As for the other teachers, they didn't say anything to criticize him. Although Kong Yi's posture just now seemed to be that he wanted to kill Wei Han on the spot, what he said wasn't wrong. Wei Han didn't jump off the stage, so admitting defeat was invalid. His actions were in accordance with the law.
Headmaster Feng gave Kong Yi a deep look. Killing Shi Liyan could be considered a mistake, but what about killing Wei Han just now? Kong Yi's actions suggest either a lack of common sense and a bloodthirsty nature, or someone is acting on his orders. It's quite obvious which one it is. He couldn't even withstand five moves from the ninth-ranked disciple on the True Inheritance Stele. Who will ultimately get the spot?
Two disciples came forward to examine Wei Han's injuries. His injuries were severe; his left shoulder bone was shattered, his internal organs were ruptured, and he was in a state of confusion, on the verge of losing consciousness.
The two men fed him a pill and then quickly carried him out to find a doctor for treatment.
The disciple in charge of announcing the numbers urged, "Quickly, you few, select the examiners as soon as possible."
"No, I'm quitting!" "I'm not participating either." ————
Of the remaining nine people who came in, four immediately gave up after seeing Wei Han's appearance. In the blink of an eye, only five people remained, including Mo Zheng.
Their choice is understandable. After all, Wei Han is the ninth true disciple and has passed the fifth level of the Tower of Ascension. But even he couldn't last five moves and was almost beaten to death. What's the point of him going on stage?
"Then what about you? If you don't want to give up, then choose to take the arena test yourselves," the disciple said.
The remaining few looked at each other, somewhat hesitant.
Choosing a ring is easy, but choosing a killer like Kong Yi could cost you your life.
Just then, Mo Zheng stepped out, met everyone's gaze, and said firmly, "I choose arena number two."
After saying that, he walked onto the ring without looking back.
The other four disciples were somewhat surprised, but at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief, as they did not want to participate in the assessment on the second arena.
The teachers present were also somewhat surprised. Mo Zheng's talent was extraordinary, and his future achievements were limitless. What if he were to be ruined here?
Thinking of this, they all looked at the headmaster and Liu Qing at the same time, but both of them were expressionless.
Kong Yi didn't recognize Mo Zheng. Seeing that someone was still daring to come forward, he raised his hammer and swung it, creating a whistling wind as he laughed, "Junior brother, you've got some nerve, daring to challenge me to a test. What's your name?"
Mo Zheng didn't speak, nor did he want to. He simply walked slowly toward Kong Yi and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Kong Yi originally intended to let Mo Zheng make the first move, just like before, but the moment the young man placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, his heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on his body stood on end as he sensed a sense of danger.
Out of a martial artist's instinct, Kong Yi made no attempt to speak further, but instead grabbed the sledgehammer and smashed it toward Mo Zheng's chest.
Don't be fooled by his arrogance just now; he's actually extremely cautious. He only acted recklessly because he was dealing with a group of students who hadn't graduated from the martial arts academy. Facing Mo Zheng, who made him feel threatened, he went all out from the start.
Earth-shattering Hammer!
With a single, powerful strike, it was as if all the mountains and rivers had converged on the hammer, crashing down with unstoppable force, its momentum vast and incomparable.
Below the level of the Visceral Realm, no one had ever been able to withstand this blow. A hint of smugness flashed in Kong Yi's eyes, as if he could already see the image of his opponent lying on the ground screaming in agony.
This earth-shattering hammer is designed for immense power; the force it contains is so great that even a martial artist who has reached the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm cannot withstand it.
Mo Zheng seemed stunned, standing still without reacting. This scene made Wang He frown slightly, secretly preparing to rescue him.
She still held Mo Zheng in some regard, even though he had some entanglements with her disciples.
Many teachers were worried about Mo Zheng, but few of those present knew that Mo Zheng had grasped the essence of the conception.
Just as the massive hammer was about to strike Mo Zheng, a sudden gust of wind swept across the arena, and Mo Zheng's figure seemed to merge into the wind, disappearing without a trace in an instant. At the same time, a flash of sword light appeared on the arena.
The sword light was chilling and bone-piercing, swift as a gale and fast as lightning. Kong Yi, who was facing it head-on, suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if he were in a gale and surrounded by sharp blades.
Intent Technique: Gale Slash!
Although Mo Zheng did not use his full strength in this sword strike, he had already unleashed a portion of the power of martial arts intent, and Kong Yi, who was moving so fast, had no way to dodge it!
Even though it was a later attack, the Gale Slash reached Kong Yi first, opening a bloody gash in his chest with a single strike. Amidst the splattering of blood, Kong Yi paused in pain, his copper hammer momentarily halting, only to be met by Mo Zheng's second sword strike.