Everyone was stunned by Guo Nuanyang's words, awkwardness etched on their faces. No one spoke for a moment, obviously surprised by Guo Nuanyang's choice. Just as Guo Nuanyang had said, this seemingly fair battle for the Nine Supremes ranking had its inherent drawbacks to Guo Nuanyang who was proficient in assassination.
Facing such an awkward situation, Guo Nuanyang was not discouraged. Instead, he asked, "Boss Yun, can the Residence of Nine Supremes set up a branch that specializes in assassination in the future?"
Yun Yang chuckled. "I didn't have such a plan initially."
Guo Nuanyang looked dejected as he said dejectedly, "Then what should I do? Direct combat really isn't my forte …"
Yun Yang said, "It's true that I didn't plan to set up a branch that specializes in assassination, but the Residence of Nine Supremes that I envisioned has a Dark Hall under it. Looking at the entire Residence of Nine Supremes, there won't be anyone more suitable than you to be the leader of the Dark Hall! "
Guo Nuanyang sprung up in delight. "This is what I like to do the most. From now on, I'm the leader of the Dark Hall. No one is allowed to snatch it from me!"
The group was stunned again before they guffawed, sweeping away the awkward atmosphere.
Whoever snatched it from you would be a fool.
The next match was between Lan Ruojun and Wu Menghuan.
Lan Ruojun was known as the Yellow Robe of Frost Sword while Wu Menghuan was known as the Purple Robe of Golden Needles. After watching the previous three matches, Yun Yang was looking forward to the duo's performance. He wanted to know if they lived up to their nicknames and how amazing they were.
Once the battle began, however, everyone was dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.
Lan Ruojun was dressed in his usual yellow robes and had a frost sword as well. It was as if he lived up to his name. However, the moment the battle began, he tossed the frost sword away like a hidden weapon and replaced it with long yellow needles. He even held two slightly thicker needles in his hands. His movements were elusive, advancing and retreating in an unpredictable manner.
Wu Menghuan, on the other hand, was dressed in a purple robe. He had unleashed a torrential rain of golden needles right from the start, as if he lived up to his name. However, after the rain of needles, he flipped his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his hand. He had become one with the sword, and the level of his swordsmanship was not inferior to Shi Wuchen or Ren Qingkuang …
Subconsciously, Yun Yang covered his eyes. He could not bear to watch.
Between the two of you, who is using a sword and who is using a needle?
Wasn't he supposed to live up to his name?
He clearly needed to change his clothes to truly match his nickname, okay …
The battle ended with Wu Menghuan winning by a narrow margin. Lan Ruojun snorted and went to wait for the next battle.
The four victors so far were Shi Wuchen, Wu Menghuan, Ren Qingkuang, and Tie Qingcang. Three of them were sword cultivators.
Just in time, the last two members of the group entered the arena.
The Vicious Physician Ping Xiaoyi and the Star-Soul Swordsman Luo Dajiang.
Ping Xiaoyi was skinny and small, looking like a monkey. Luo Dajiang, on the other hand, was tall and broad, almost as tall as Dong Qitian. The moment both of them entered the arena, they stood opposite each other, causing another round of laughter.
Dong Qitian grinned. "It's like a monkey show in the middle of a busy market …"
Luo Dajiang was holding a saber in his hand. The saber was slightly taller than Ping Xiaoyi when it was planted on the ground. With a helpless expression, he said, "Xiaoyi, just admit defeat. I really can't muster up the energy to fight with you. "
Ping Xiaoyi squinted and said, "It's your problem if you can't muster up the energy, but I'm full of energy when I fight with you."
Luo Dajiang sighed and drew his saber.
The moment the saber rubbed against the scabbard, a dragon's roar and tiger's roar could be heard. The saber was unsheathed, gleaming with a cold gleam.
Even Dong Qitian could not help but be moved at this moment.
Luo Dajiang stood there innocently, but he gave off a subtle feeling that he was connected to heaven, earth, saber, and man!
His entire being was like a towering mountain made entirely of saber, connected to heaven and earth. Endless saber intent spread out from his feet, extending endlessly.
The saber descended slowly, pointing forward.
An indomitable, domineering aura swept out. For a moment, the sand and dust on the ground flew, covering the entire arena.
Faced with such an aura, Ping Xiaoyi subconsciously took a step back.
One could not help but feel a sense of indomitable cowardice the moment they came into contact with such a powerful aura.
How could Ping Xiaoyi not know this? With a loud cry, he straightened his body, straightening his already scrawny frame. With a casual wave of his hand, a sword quietly appeared in his hand. The blade vibrated slightly, emitting a buzzing sound.
Ping Xiaoyi did not draw his sword immediately. He raised his empty left hand, and a gust of greenish-black mist spread out.
He chuckled and said, "Dajiang, if I don't seize the opportunity with poison today, I'm afraid we don't even have to fight. However, if I use poison, your chances of winning are slim. It'll be difficult for you to defeat me!"
Luo Dajiang's eyes were half-lidded as he said faintly, "Really?"
He reached into his robe with his right hand and took out a white pill that emitted a rich fragrance. He popped it into his mouth and grinned, saying, "Bring it on."
Ping Xiaoyi was stunned when he saw this. He was dumbfounded and speechless.
He was stunned again before he jumped up as if someone had hit him on the butt. He shrieked, "You, you, you … You, you … Luo Dajiang! You're shameless, you're despicable, you're a complete and utter hooligan … "
Luo Dajiang snorted. "How am I a hooligan?"
Ping Xiaoyi jumped up and down in exasperation. "You, you … you dare say you're not a hooligan?! If you're not a hooligan, why did you take the Ten Thousand Dispelling Pill when you fought me … Hmm, where did you get the Ten Thousand Dispelling Pill?! "
From above, a crisp voice said smugly, "I gave it to you. What about it?"
Everyone looked toward the source of the voice and saw Jiang Luoluo standing gracefully on a high spot, her face filled with glee and satisfaction.
Ping Xiaoyi was dejected as he murmured, "You … Aren't you ganging up to bully me? How can you do this …"
Luo Dajiang let out a long howl and pressed on with his victory. "Isn't anticipating the enemy's moves and using a targeted strategy a must in battle? You can only blame yourself for not being able to find a wife until now! My wife gave it to me, so of course it belongs to my family! Are you coming or not? Come up and fight! "
Ping Xiaoyi stomped his foot and said, "What's there to fight? You've used the All-Dispelling Pill, so normal poisons won't work on you. Those strange and vicious poisons can't really be used on you either, so what's the point of fighting? Am I just asking for a one-sided beating … "
The people above were already holding their stomachs and panting with laughter as they watched.
The All-Dispelling Pill, as its name suggested, was said to be able to cure ten thousand types of poisons!
It was one of the strange and precious medicines in the Bound of Universe. Once consumed, one would be immune to all poisons for three years.
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