"How about I give you an idea?"
Suddenly, Zhou Yang looked at the two and smiled.
"You have no right to speak." Zuo Shaocai glanced at Zhou Yang and then looked at Leng Wuxin.
"How about this? Both of you come at me together. What do you think?" Zhou Yang did not mind and continued to ask with a smile.
The two were stunned at first, but then they became furious. Zuo Shaocai even pulled out his longsword with a terrifying murderous aura.
"Zhou Yang, do you know what you're talking about?" Leng Wuxin shouted.
"I'll say it again. Both of you come at me together," Zhou Yang answered without hesitation.
"Arrogant."
"How dare you!"
"You don't know your place."
The geniuses from Fenghua City and Chaoyang City were furious. Their curses shook the sky.
"This guy is crazy. What should we do? What should we do?" Tang Yuewu stomped her feet anxiously. Cheng Qiaoqing was also very worried.
"There are so many big shots in this battle. As long as the young master agrees, we can't interfere. We can only hope that the young master won't get hurt." Cheng Qiaoqing shook her head.
"Silence!"
An angry shout came from Li Changhe.
"Since Zhou Yang wants both of you to come at me together, then come at me together. What's there to hesitate about? As long as Zhou Yang loses, both of you will return to your respective rings and become the ring masters," Li Changhe said with a fake smile.
Both of them frowned. Clearly, they were still unwilling.
It was a humiliation for two geniuses with a net worth of 2.5 million to fight Zhou Yang together.
"Everyone saw that he wanted to do this. We didn't bully him because we outnumbered him. Moreover, Zhou Yang's net worth is only 2.4 million after yesterday's battle, while both of us have 2.5 million. There's no doubt that we're stronger than him, so there's no need to prove anything." Leng Wuxin looked at Zuo Shaocai after he was done talking to the crowd.
Zuo Shaocai hesitated for a while and said, "There's no need to prove who is stronger between me and Zhou Yang. Since Vice Dean Li said so, let's fight."
After making their declaration, the two of them stood together.
"Alright, the battle begins now." Li Changhe personally went to the ring to host the battle.
"Wait a minute …"
At that moment, Zhou Yang suddenly shouted.
"Haha …" Leng Wuxin suddenly laughed. "I knew it. You're just a loose tongue. Once the battle starts, you'll be terrified. Haha …"
"Trash!"
Zuo Shaocai also scolded coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Zhou Yang, you said it yourself. It's too late to regret it now." Li Changhe sneered.
"I'm not regretting it. I just want to ask, if I win, does it count as one or two? In other words, does it count as winning two people in a row?"
Zhou Yang's words made all the people who were mocking him shut their mouths. Leng Wuxin and Young Master Zuo even blushed.
"Do you think this is something you need to worry about?" Li Changhe said disdainfully.
"I'm only asking you, is it counted or not?" Zhou Yang asked coldly.
"Hmph, don't even mention winning streaks. If you can win, I'll even give you the reward for winning ten streaks." Li Changhe said mockingly.
"Under the watchful eyes of the public, I hope Vice President Li won't slap his own face when the time comes."
Zhou Yang then turned to look at Zuo Shaocai and Leng Wuxin.
"Zhou Yang, you will pay for your arrogance," Leng Wuxin said with trembling hands.
Even when he and Zuo Shaocai were working together, Zhou Yang was still worried about the reward after winning. He was looking down on them.
"Talking won't make me pay. Let's fight." Zhou Yang then took out his heavy sword.
He did not have a full treasure for this battle. In other words, this was a challenge, a challenge to himself.
Clang …
A sword clang was heard, and a silver longsword appeared in Leng Wuxin's hand. The sword was flowing with light.
Flowing Light Swordsmanship!
Zhou Yang's eyes focused. He had experienced Xu Pengfei's Flowing Light Swordsmanship before, and it was famous for its speed.
Zuo Shaocai held a red saber in his hand, and the saber was full of killing intent. Judging from its appearance, Zhou Yang estimated that the Black Tortoise Saber might weigh more than 1,500 pounds, and it had been forged not long ago.
Obviously, Zuo Shaocai's body was stronger than Leng Wuxin's.
However, all of this was his current judgment, and he would need to fight to know for sure.
"One move," Zuo Shaocai said coldly.
"Alright, one move it is." Leng Wuxin nodded. The two of them split up and brandished their weapons.
"Flowing Light Sword Energy."
"Tyrant Saber Energy!"
The two of them attacked at the same time. Beams of dazzling sword energy shot out, followed by a domineering sword energy broadsword.
For a moment, the stone platform was filled with killing intent, and a strong wind suddenly blew. Zhou Yang quickly took a few steps back and stuck his sword into the ground.
"Buzz …"
An invisible gravity accompanied the sword energy of the two black greatswords, rushing toward Leng Wuxin and Zuo Shaocai.
Under five times the gravity, the Flowing Light Sword Energy's speed was halved, and Zuo Shaocai's Tyrant Saber Energy stopped in the air.
"Hmph, explode!"
Zuo Shaocai shouted coldly, and the domineering saber energy suddenly exploded. The terrifying power removed the gravity, and the Flowing Light Sword Energy's speed was restored.
In the blink of an eye, the sword energy of Zhou Yang's greatsword exploded as well, turning into countless flaming sword energies that flew in all directions. More than half of the Flowing Light Sword Energy was destroyed.
"Boom!"
The three remaining forces triggered by the sword energy collided, and the three of them each took a few steps back.
When the sword energy dissipated, the stone platform was full of potholes, and there was thick smoke in the air. Under the smoke, Zhou Yang had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and there were bloodstains on his chest and shoulders. Half of his white robe had turned red.
This scene caused everyone to involuntarily suck in a breath of cold air.
"Zhou Yang!"
Tang Yuewu's expression tightened, and she clenched her hands nervously.
"Don't worry, Young Master Zhou only suffered a superficial wound."
Liu Yunluo had also arrived.
A superficial wound!
Although Liu Yunluo's voice was soft, many people still heard her, and they all looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.
"A superficial wound? I think it's a crossbow attack." Leng Wuxin sneered, not believing Liu Yunluo's words at all.
If the two of them had only suffered a superficial wound after their joint attack, then they would have lost a lot of face.
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At that moment, a smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Yang's mouth. He then untied his robe, folded it, and kept it in his storage ring.
"This is a gift from my mother. I can't ruin it."
His voice was very calm, and there were some superficial wounds on his bare arms. They looked bloody, but they were nothing to a martial artist.
"It's really just a superficial wound, but that's the Flowing Light Sword Energy."
"Even if the Flowing Light Sword Energy's power was reduced by the greatsword's sword energy, it can't just be a superficial wound. Is his body made of iron?"
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