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After studying it for a while, Chu Mu still couldn't figure out what was born within the concept of metal. He could only confirm that it was a type of concept. Although Chu Mu had read a large number of books in the past six months and gained a deeper understanding of the world of swordsmen, and he knew that there were many different types of concepts, the concept that was born within the concept of metal had yet to emerge, so he couldn't make any conclusions.
After a good rest, Chu Mu was full of energy the next day. He headed to the arena once again to participate in the next round of the Sword Is King finals.
"Junior Brother, you're here," Zhuge Ming had arrived earlier than Chu Mu and greeted him as soon as he saw Chu Mu arrive.
Huang Buju also smiled and nodded at Chu Mu as a greeting, and Chu Mu naturally returned the greeting.
Zhu Tianzhao and Zhao Longkun coldly glanced at Chu Mu.
Different people had different attitudes towards him.
After a simple opening speech, the second round of the Sword Is King finals began.
Match after match continued, and Chu Mu discovered that the winners of the first round would fight against the winners, while the losers would fight against the losers.
If that was the case, the students who kept winning would keep moving up, while the students who lost would have to defeat their opponents if they wanted to get a higher ranking. Only then would they have the qualifications to continue moving up. Otherwise, they would have to keep moving down.
There were a thousand contestants, and no matter what, the lowest ranking would be at least the thousandth place.
To the other students, this ranking was quite good, but to the contestants, especially when they knew about the crazy rewards for entering the top hundred, they racked their brains to get into the top hundred.
"Second round, eighteenth match: Astral-9's Chu Mu versus Astral-9's Zhao Longkun." As the referee announced the match, Zhao Longkun stood up impatiently.
Zhao Longkun walked up to Chu Mu in two steps and stared down at Chu Mu as he said coldly, "Get on the arena. I'll show you that being too arrogant will not end well."
"I hope you can do it." Chu Mu smiled and replied indifferently. He slowly stood up.
"It's actually a battle between students from the same academy." The students from the other academies began to discuss in low voices.
"This is unavoidable. No matter how the referees arrange it, the final battle between students of the same academy is incomparably avoided. Moreover, the referees make adjustments based on the performance of the contestants in the previous round."
Amidst these discussions, Zhao Longkun took the lead with his movement art. It was as if the competition between him and Chu Mu was about to begin. He took the lead and arrived at the Sword Battle Arena in a flash. After selecting his sword, he jumped onto the arena.
Chu Mu was two steps slower. He also chose his sword and jumped onto the arena.
"I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. That day, you injured many of my gang members. This time, I'll get justice for them and let you have a taste of being injured." Zhao Longkun stared at Chu Mu, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he spoke coldly.
"These words can't hurt me," Chu Mu replied calmly.
"I hope you can still be so arrogant when the time comes." Zhao Longkun attacked with his sword.
With the intention of injuring Chu Mu, Zhao Longkun's sword was merciless. Once he attacked, sword after sword came straight at Chu Mu. Sword shadows were everywhere, and there were also sword lights intertwining, making it hard for people to distinguish the real from the fake.
The combination of Sword Shadows and Sword Light could be considered a small skill. However, this kind of skill could be used against ordinary swordsmen. But against Chu Mu, it was not mainstream.
The real body of Zhao Longkun's sword was hidden in the Sword Light and Sword Light. The sword was fierce and the sword light was dazzling. It pierced towards Chu Mu's chest like a broken bamboo, intending to injure Chu Mu.
But he didn't know that Chu Mu had already seen through his trick.
He attacked without hesitation!
Chu Mu's sword had dazzling Sword Light shooting out. Under the sword, Zhao Longkun's Sword Shadows and Sword Light were all shattered.
Zhao Longkun's expression changed. He hurriedly moved to the side. At the same time, he turned his wrist. The sword that he had stabbed out turned into a slash. It slashed towards Chu Mu's shoulder even more fiercely.
To deal with all changes by remaining unchanged, Chu Mu still slashed out with his sword. He was confident that his sword would hit Zhao Longkun before Zhao Longkun's sword could hit him.
This kind of confidence was two hundred percent!
As if he also understood this, Zhao Longkun had no choice but to forcefully withdraw his sword and quickly retreat.
Suddenly, he leaped into the air and slashed his sword towards Chu Mu's forehead.
If Chu Mu's sword continued to slash, Zhao Longkun's sword would cut Chu Mu's forehead first. Chu Mu would definitely be injured.
The change in the sword was too fast and too sudden. It was more skillful than Zhong Liyang's.
Many students gasped. Many of their expressions changed. If they were in Zhao Longkun's shoes, even if they weren't defeated on the spot, they would be caught off guard.
"Cold-faced man, how are you going to deal with this?" Huangfu Feiyan clenched her fists nervously.
"If you can't even deal with such a small trick, then you're just a piece of trash," Qi Shaofan thought to himself.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Longkun's sword had already slashed towards Chu Mu's forehead. It was only a finger away.
Chu Mu's expression didn't change. He was as calm as ever. It was as if he didn't know that Zhao Longkun's sword was about to cut his forehead.
"Get hurt." Zhao Longkun's face revealed a hint of joy. A hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. He sped up his sword. It was as if he could see Chu Mu's head bleeding.
Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from his chest. Chu Mu in front of him seemed to fly backward rapidly. Zhao Longkun's sword missed its target.
With a bang, Zhao Longkun flew a few meters away. He fell to the ground with his limbs in the air. He was in a sorry state. His chest was swollen. He felt a slight pain when he breathed. His face was distorted.
Chu Mu withdrew his sword and stood there. He glanced at Zhao Longkun and then at the referee, waiting for the announcement.
"What happened?"
"Why did Zhao Longkun fly backward?"
"Chu Mu's sword seemed to suddenly accelerate and hit Zhao Longkun."
"Very fast sword speed." Fu She licked his lips. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes. It was as if he had found a prey that he was satisfied with.
"It was indeed a very fast sword, but it was still not fast enough." Ye Xiaokai, who ranked 12th in the last competition and was known for his sword speed, smiled and said something that seemed contradictory.
However, Huangfu Cangyue, Wan Pan, and Jiang Yuhuan, who ranked in the top three, remained calm. For them, this sword speed was not enough.
Zhao Longkun struggled to get up. He covered his chest with his left hand, his cheeks twitching. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Chu Mu. He held the sword in his right hand in front of him and moved slowly. It seemed that he did not intend to admit defeat.
Chu Mu's figure flashed. With messy footsteps, he moved very fast. With a dazzling Sword Light, he slashed at Zhao Longkun fiercely.
Zhao Longkun's eyes were unconsciously closed. His heart thumped. He knew it was not good. He quickly waved the sword in his hand to form sword shadows to resist.
His chest was hit again. He felt a sharp pain. He could not control himself and stepped back four or five steps. He fell to the ground and supported himself with both hands. He felt it difficult to breathe.
Zhao Longkun knew there must be an obvious bruise on his chest. He would feel a stinging pain if he moved.
Just as he was about to struggle up, Zhao Longkun felt his throat hit something cold. He couldn't help but pause and raise his head to look. He just happened to see Chu Mu's calm expression and expression.
"You …" Zhao Longkun felt pain in his chest as soon as he spoke. He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"Chu Mu wins," the referee looked and announced loudly.
"I just knew that Chu Mu would definitely win." Liang Haishan said excitedly.
"Yeah, the cold-faced man won." Huangfu Feiyan clapped her hands.
"Big brother won again." Huangfu Kuang was also happy. At the same time, he felt helpless. "I didn't expect the gap between us to widen again."
Huangfu Feiyan frowned and pouted. Unknowingly, the cold-faced man who was not as good as them not only caught up, but also surpassed them. Then, he left them far behind.
This was a very helpless problem that they had to face.
"This Chu Mu doesn't seem to have used all his sword skills. I feel …" The first referee said.
"I have the same feeling. Zhao Longkun is not good enough," The second referee said.
"Head referee, what do you think?" The third referee asked.
"He won't have a chance in the second round. Give him a good opponent for the third round," the head referee said calmly without making any comments.
As soon as he said that, the referees started to think about what a good opponent was.
Top ten in the previous tournament?
No. Although they knew that Chu Mu did not use all his sword skills, they did not know how much Chu Mu was holding back. If the opponent was too strong and Chu Mu was defeated, it would be a dereliction of their duty.
Therefore, the opponent's arrangement was very questionable.
"Interesting. This is what makes it interesting." Qi Shaofan sneered.
Chu Mu returned to his seat while Zhao Longkun went to the resting room. He was injured and needed to be treated to prevent his injury from worsening.
Zhu Tianzhao stared at Chu Mu with anger in his eyes. He looked like he could not wait to cut Chu Mu down with his sword.
Zhao Longkun was the deputy leader of the Proudsword Gang, but he was defeated by Chu Mu so easily. Without a doubt, Chu Mu's reputation had spread. It was as if he had stepped on Zhao Longkun's "corpse" to get to the top.
Whether it was the previous or the current conflict, the grudge between Chu Mu and the Proudsword Gang would not be resolved so easily. As the current leader, Zhu Tianzhao had to teach Chu Mu a lesson, whether it was out of personal preference or for the sake of the Proudsword Gang.
"You better pray that you don't meet me, or else …" Zhu Tianzhao's voice reached Chu Mu's ears through sword Qi. It was full of threats. Although he did not finish his sentence, Chu Mu knew what he was going to say.
"If you and I meet, I'll give you a surprise." Chu Mu replied with a sword aura.
"Hmph, if it wasn't for Zhuge Ming, I would have already taught you a lesson." Zhu Tianzhao coldly glanced at Chu Mu and then at Zhuge Ming. If it wasn't because Zhuge Ming had found him and threatened to protect Chu Mu, and if he dared to attack Chu Mu, Zhu Tianzhao wouldn't have let Chu Mu not find trouble with him for half a year.
Chu Mu did not reply. He looked at Zhuge Ming and realized that it was because of Zhuge Ming. Otherwise, he would have been in trouble.
No matter what, Zhuge Ming had taken good care of him.
If there was a chance, Chu Mu would return the favor. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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