"You've successfully infuriated me." Lang Xingfeng did not lose his ability to fight after being sent flying a few hundred meters like the King of the Mountain and the King of the Mountain. Instead, he got up instantly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The emerald color in his eyes became even more intense, releasing a faint luster.
Lang Xingfeng was furious.
Chu Mu was a little surprised. In fact, he had not used his full strength. Or rather, he had not even used his true strength. He had suppressed his strength to a lower level, which was almost at the level of a Great Sacred Master, and used it to fight.
There were three reasons for him to do so.
First, Chu Mu's true strength could be said to have surpassed that of a Supreme Sacred Master. He could even fight against an ordinary Half-Step Great Emperor. If he used the True Secrets of Human Dao, it would not be difficult for him to defeat an ordinary Half-Step Great Emperor. However, there were already very few Supreme Sacred Masters in the Hundred Battles Arena, let alone Half-Step Great Emperors. Chu Mu wanted to get the reward and also wanted to train himself. Therefore, he could only limit his strength and use less power to display his sword skills. He wanted to stimulate the power of his sword skills more and improve his sword skills bit by bit.
Second, it was a form of concealment and self-protection. After all, he had just come here and was not clear about the situation in the Hundred Battles Arena. It was normal to have some reservations. If his opponent was stronger, he would naturally use more strength to deal with it.
Third, Chu Mu was worried that if he showed too much strength at the beginning, there would not be enough opponents, and he would not be able to complete the 100 consecutive victories.
However, the power of that sword was still somewhat strong. Lang Xingfeng was only slightly injured, and it did not affect his strength. This surprised Chu Mu a little.
In anger, Lang Xingfeng's aura fluctuated violently. It surged to his right arm like a tide, and his right arm began to undergo a strange change.
"That is …" Immediately, many people started to guess.
"Beast Transformation!" Someone exclaimed. It seemed to be a very impressive ability.
"It's not beast transformation, but partial beast transformation."
"Who would've thought that this Lang Xingfeng actually grasped partial beast transformation. This is truly unexpected."
The Vajra Race had their own innate abilities, the Soldier Race had their own innate abilities, and the Beastmen naturally had their own innate abilities. These innate abilities were divided into high and low grades. The Beastmen's high-grade innate ability was Beast Transformation. Beast Transformation was a very remarkable innate ability that only a small number of Beastmen could master. Naturally, the Beastmen who didn't master Beast Transformation would still have outstanding strength, speed, and other aspects. It was a passive innate ability, a relatively low-grade innate ability.
Lang Xingfeng's right arm changed from a human arm to a wolf's claw. It was incomparably sharp, longer and thicker than a human arm. It was like a peerless killing weapon.
With a light wave, the air was easily torn apart by the sharp claws.
Lang Xingfeng, who had partially transformed into a beast, had become even more powerful and ruthless.
The Beastmen were divided into Wolfmen, Tigermen, Lionmen, Bearmen, Eaglemen, and other sub-races. Each sub-race's aura was different, and their abilities were also different. For example, the Wolfmen were like a combination of humans and wolves. They had superior intelligence, but they also had the ferocity and ruthlessness of wolves.
Both of his feet stamped on the ground, his speed was even faster than before. Lang Xingfeng was like a ferocious wolf as he flew towards Chu Mu. His wolf claws were raised and fiercely clawed out, tearing apart the vast sky.
This claw attack made it difficult for Chu Mu to breathe, as if his body was about to be torn apart.
The Li Perishing Sword was raised. Sword Light flickered as it resisted each of Lang Xingfeng's claw attacks and counterattacked.
Lang Xingfeng's speed was extremely fast, and his attacks were fierce and ruthless. However, Chu Mu wasn't weak either.
Chu Mu had fought against sword cultivators the most. He didn't fight much other than that. He also rarely fought with claw opponents, especially against beastmen who could directly transform into claws. This was the first time he had encountered an opponent like the Beastmen who could directly transform into claws.
The Way of the Sword wasn't just about fighting with sword cultivators. It was also about going through many different types of battles. Only then would one be able to further perfect their Way of the Sword, making it flawless and perfect.
Lang Xingfeng's sharp claws were constantly waving out, using all kinds of claw techniques. He focused on speed and ruthlessness as he continued to attack. He completely gave up on defending and dodging, attacking and attacking. Under the support of his anger, his strength was displayed at an extraordinary level.
Chu Mu, on the other hand, used Basic Sword Techniques to counter and counter Lang Xingfeng's fierce attacks. He was also comprehending the mysteries of his opponent's claw techniques.
After a full quarter of an hour of high-intensity attacks, Lang Xingfeng's attack power and speed had decreased slightly. Chu Mu immediately seized the opportunity and broke Lang Xingfeng's sharp claws with his sword. Then, he took the opportunity to slash down.
The Sword Light exploded on Lang Xingfeng's chest, and Lang Xingfeng was once again sent flying hundreds of meters away. This time, Chu Mu increased the power of his sword. Lang Xingfeng directly vomited blood and fell to the ground. He rolled back a few times, his limbs splayed out on the ground. For a moment, he only felt pain in his chest that spread to every part of his body. He couldn't get up at all.
The injured and powerless Lang Xingfeng couldn't maintain his beast transformation at all. His right arm returned to its original state.
"He won … he won …"
Lang Xingfeng's defeat shocked everyone. They were very surprised.
"The strength of a Great Sacred Master!"
"A prodigy. He's definitely a prodigy."
"Great, we humans have another prodigy."
Although they were shocked, the humans were mostly happy.
The gap between a peerless prodigy and a prodigy was huge.
Before, it was just a guess, but now, it was confirmed.
Compared to the humans, the other races were a little unhappy after being shocked. Why was it the humans and not their own race?
After defeating Lang Xingfeng, Chu Mu obtained three consecutive victories. However, his three consecutive victories were different from most people's. It was very valuable because he had defeated three opponents in a row. Two of them had obtained 20 consecutive victories, and one had obtained 30 consecutive victories.
However, the Hundred Battles Arena was like this. No matter how many consecutive victories you obtained, as long as you were defeated, it could only be counted as a victory.
After defeating three powerful opponents in a row, Chu Mu didn't use much of his strength. He stood on the Hundred Battles Arena, waiting for the next challenger.
However, Chu Mu's strength was extraordinary. For a moment, no one went up to the arena.
Even Lang Xingfeng, who had obtained 30 consecutive victories, was defeated. Those who weren't as strong as Lang Xingfeng would also be defeated.
Ten breaths passed, and still no one went up to the arena.
"I'll go." A human said. He leaped up and landed on the Hundred Battles Arena. It was a Lesser Saint Venerable. "Your strength is extraordinary. I know I'm not your opponent, but I still want to fight and train myself."
"Please," Chu Mu said.
This person attacked. His long spear danced like a hurricane. He didn't test Ye Futian's strength at all because there was no need to. He used his full strength right from the start.
Chu Mu didn't attack. Instead, he let the opponent attack three times. Then, he waved his sword. The Sword Light tore apart the opponent's hurricane and sent him flying. His Qi and blood surged, and he was slightly injured.
"I admit defeat." This person was very tactful. He knew he was not Ye Futian's opponent, and Ye Futian gave him face, so he took the initiative to admit defeat. Chu Mu obtained four consecutive victories.
Then, another ten breaths passed, and no one went up to the arena.
Most people's thoughts were simple. They knew they were no match for Ye Futian, but they still went up. Who would be that stupid?
"Arrange for people to go up and challenge him. Let him win a few more rounds." Fu Qingchi, who was sitting on the fifth floor of the human tower, ordered a person beside him.
"Yes, Young Master." This middle-aged man accepted the order and immediately went to the third floor to give the order.
Soon, another person landed on the Hundred Battles Arena. It was a Lesser Saint Venerable. Naturally, he was not Chu Mu's opponent and was easily defeated. Chu Mu obtained five consecutive victories.
Another Lesser Saint Venerable landed on the Hundred Battles Arena and fought with Chu Mu, but he was defeated by Chu Mu.
Six consecutive victories.
As such, Chu Mu quickly obtained nine consecutive victories.
There were a few Lesser Saint Venerables challenging him in a row, and after one was defeated, the next one came up to challenge him. This made Chu Mu suspicious. He looked towards the human tower and happened to meet Fu Qingchi's eyes on the fifth floor. Fu Qingchi smiled and nodded to Chu Mu as a greeting. Chu Mu also nodded back as if he understood something.
This was a method. It could be said to be cheating openly. Finding people who were not as strong as him to challenge him, and allowing him to obtain consecutive victories was also a kind of help to him.
"Shameless!"
"The human race is too shameless. They actually use such a method to win."
This method naturally caused the other races to be dissatisfied. However, they could only express their dissatisfaction because every race had done this before, and more than once.
Although they were cursing, no one would take it seriously.
"We can't let the human race continue like this. Someone must defeat him."
Once Chu Mu obtained ten consecutive victories, he would have a chance to rest.
"Xue Zhen, go and defeat him," an expert from the Snow Clan said in the tower of the Snow Clan.
Suddenly, a figure jumped down from the fourth floor of the Snow Clan tower. As the figure landed, snowflakes danced in the air.
The Snow Clan was one of the many small clans in the Origin Realm, and also one of the small clans in the Hundred Battles Arena. Compared to the four major clans, their population was very small, not even one percent. The number and quality of their experts were also far inferior to the four major clans. Therefore, they were in a relatively weak position.
This time, it was the Beastmen who had asked the Snow Clan to send people to attack the Human Race. They had to defeat him.
"It's Xue Zhen from the Snow Clan."
"He also obtained 30 consecutive victories."
"He has the strength of a Peak Great Saint Venerable. Ordinary Great Saint Venerables are no match for him."
"Xue Zhen is definitely stronger than Lang Xingfeng."
Seeing the person on the stage, everyone's eyes lit up.
"I am Xue Zhen from the Snow Clan. I have specially come to challenge you. Please enlighten me." Xue Zhen saluted Chu Mu with a fist and a sword. His attitude was neither servile nor overbearing.
As a small clan, when facing a major clan, they often had to maintain a certain level of respect. Otherwise, it would be easy for them to get into unnecessary conflicts and bring trouble to their own clan. When facing a major clan, small clans were often weak. This was a kind of tragedy.
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