A Good Romance
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"Blackgreen flag, what do you think you're doing?" someone shouted from within the camp.
Even though the Darkazure Banner's strength was the weakest amongst the four great Banners, it wouldn't be weak by much. Once a battle erupted, the consequences would be unimaginable, and even if the Ink Cloud Banner won, it would be hard to avoid being heavily punished.
Those in power were most afraid of chaos in the army.
Could it be that the Xuan Qing flag could not endure the humiliation and finally exploded?
"We are here to challenge you!"
"Only your Ink Cloud Flag is allowed to challenge, but we're not allowed to challenge as well?"
"Challenge!"
The people of the Black Green Flag all roared. This was something that had never happened before, and it made their blood boil with excitement.
The people of the Ink Cloud Banner looked at each other in dismay.
You're all on the wrong meds today.
Right at this moment, Zhu Lang and the other two walked over.
"Captain, the Xuan Qing Flag is going too far. They sent out twelve branches and beat up Xiao Lang," said one of them.
"We protested, but they beat us up too," another brawny man said. Zhu Lang, on the other hand, didn't say anything.
In this way, the entire Ink Cloud Flag was seething with excitement.
F * ck, your Black Green Flag is too shameless!
"How shameless! Brothers, get your weapons and fight!" The people of the Ink Cloud Banner howled and raised the weapons in their hands.
Ling Han stepped forward bravely. If the situation continued to develop, it would become a group fight.
"Zhu Lang was defeated by me." He raised his voice.
"Eh?"
The people from the Ink Cloud Banner looked at Ling Han with slight shock.
These are the 12 meridians.
But wasn't he too young? He didn't even look twenty years old.
Indeed, twelve meridians against ten meridians was bullying, but if they were of similar age, it was a different matter.
You can't blame others for your slow cultivation speed, can you?
"I have ten meridians." Ling Han said with a straight face. "However, I don't mind who you send. Whether it's ten meridians, eleven meridians, or twelve meridians, I'll accept them all."
He circulated his energy and the ten opened meridians in his body immediately emitted a faint glow.
It really was ten meridians.
The members of the Ink Cloud Banner were surprised and curious, and they shot their gazes at Zhu Lang. Is he really the person that defeated me?
Zhu Lang, on the other hand, opened his mouth wide in disbelief.
Ling Han really had ten meridians.
F * ck, he was defeated by a ten meridians cultivator!
How is that possible?
His talent in Martial Art was enough for him to be ranked in the top 20 in the city. The number of people who could defeat him could be counted on one hand, and the number of people who still had ten meridians like him was even fewer.
Taking a step back, even if those people attacked him, they would not be able to defeat him with a single punch.
This was a crushing defeat.
When they saw Zhu Lang remain silent, the people from the Ink Cloud Banner were naturally unsure.
"I'll fight you." A ten meridians practitioner jumped out. It was impossible that no one would accept a challenge.
He charged at Ling Han, but before he could swing his fist, he was sent flying by a slap from Ling Han.
Unable to withstand a single blow.
Damn, so strong!
The people of the Ink Cloud Banner thought to themselves. To be able to defeat a martial artist of the same cultivation level as him with one strike, he was definitely a genius. If he was placed among the wealthy and influential families in the city, he would at least be ranked in the top twenty.
When did the Black Flag recruit such a genius?
"Well done!" The Black-Green Banner's warriors all roared. Some of them almost broke their throats from shouting. They had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
"Next," Ling Han said indifferently.
This kind of indifference caused the people of the Ink Cloud Banner to burn with rage, while the people of the Black Flag were in high spirits and were in high spirits.
"I'll go!" Another ten meridians practitioner jumped out and charged at Ling Han, but he was only giving up a defeat for nothing.
"Next." Ling Han did not say anything boastful, and his expression was incomparably calm. However, it was this indifferent expression that caused the people of the Ink Cloud Banner to feel greatly humiliated.
In Ling Han's eyes, were they not even worthy of being his opponents?
You're too arrogant.
"Ah!" A person roared and charged out, but was easily sent flying by a single palm from Ling Han.
Another one came, and was also finished off with a single palm.
After seven people had come up, Zhu Lang finally stood out and faced the people of the Ink Cloud Banner. He said, "Ten meridians and eleven meridians are not his match, because I was defeated by him in one move."
He really did not want to see his comrades being defeated one after another, so in front of everyone, he spoke of the scandal of him being instantly defeated by Ling Han.
What?
Zhu Lang had really been defeated by this young man!
Ten meridians against ten meridians, and he was instantly defeated in one move!
This …
The people of the Ink Cloud Banner fell silent. Even Zhu Lang had been defeated, so who else in the same realm could be a match for Ling Han?
Ling Han swept his gaze over. "Next!"
But this time, no one from the Ink Cloud Banner came out to fight.
"Twelve meridians, come out." Ling Han crooked his finger. "I don't mind."
The people of the Ink Cloud Banner were silent for a while before a burly man in his thirties walked out. There was a long scar at the corner of his mouth, and his hair was messy, as if he was a madman.
"Luo Zaiyuan." He pointed at himself. "I will only use ten moves. If you can withstand it, then our Ink Cloud Banner will be defeated today!"
"Captain Luo!" The people of the Ink Cloud Banner exclaimed.
"Yes." Luo Zaiyuan glanced at everyone. "Do you not believe me?"
No one spoke anymore. This Luo Zaiyuan was known as the number one war god of the Ink Cloud Banner, and could be considered as one of the top elites among the twelve meridians.
If even Luo Zaiyuan was unable to defeat Ling Han, then unless Lord Banner Master was mobilized, no one in the entire army would be a match for Ling Han.
The problem was, if it was only limited to ten moves, wasn't it too little?!
Luo Zaiyuan walked out with large strides. His figure was really tall, about seven feet tall, and so sturdy that he was at least three times as wide as Ling Han. When he walked out like this, he immediately cast a long shadow.
The contrast in size was too obvious. In front of him, Ling Han was like a child.
"Ten moves," Luo Zaiyuan said in a low voice. "I won't bully you."
Twelve meridians against ten meridians was already bullying to the point of no further. But who asked that there really be no one below twelve meridians who could restrain Ling Han?
Ling Han smiled faintly. "Whatever."
Luo Zaiyuan took a deep breath. Puff, puff, puff. All the blood vessels in his body surged, emitting intense sounds. It was as if there was a monster hidden in his body that was now about to break out.
His hands actually turned crimson red, and there was hot air rising from them.
"Crimson Flame Palm!"
"Captain Luo is using his special skill!"
"This is a secret art that Captain Luo obtained from an ancient site. It's extremely powerful."
"No wonder Captain Luo said that ten moves is the limit. This is actually no different from a hundred or a thousand moves."
The people of the Ink Cloud Banner were all excited. Their god-like strongest captain was about to show his might.
Ling Han smiled faintly. This Crimson Flame Palm might be very powerful, but it was obvious that Luo Zaiyuan was unable to use its full power. Otherwise, there would be flames entwining around his hands, and not just hot air.
"Kill!" Luo Zaiyuan roared and charged over.
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