"What kind of fortuitous encounter did Lin Buzheng have? He is not afraid of the power of thunder and lightning at all. How strange!"
"He is extremely strong and has a strong body. His talent in martial arts far surpasses his peers. On top of that, he has a fortuitous encounter related to thunder and lightning. It is normal that Thunderous Battle Ye is no match for him."
"Congratulations, Brother Yun Song. It seems that your Lin family has produced another amazing martial arts genius!"
Below the arena, the elders of the major forces were full of praises when they saw Lin Buzheng's invincible performance. Even Yue Tuliu was speechless. He could not find any fault in Lin Buzheng's performance during the battle.
Following Thunderous Battle Ye's defeat, the remaining three disciples of the Lei family knew that they were no match for Lin Buzheng, so they naturally gave up.
"Lin Buzheng is extremely strong. He is brave and good at fighting. The strength of his fists is terrifying. I must not exchange blows with him directly and compete in strength. Otherwise, I will definitely lose!"
"Fortunately, the Wang family's swordsmanship emphasizes flexibility and agility. I might have a chance to win against him."
Wang Zimu stood at the side of the arena and looked at Lin Buzheng's impressive figure. His eyes were extremely solemn. He knew very well that after Yue Shanzhong and Thunderous Battle Ye lost to Lin Buzheng, it was his turn to fight.
Wang Zimu's strength was much weaker than Thunderous Battle Ye and Yue Shanzhong.
Now that both of them had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Lin Buzheng, no matter how he looked at it, Wang Zimu would definitely lose if he fought against Lin Buzheng.
However, just as Wang Zimu thought, the Wang family's swordsmanship was light and agile. It was very different from the Lei and Yue family's overbearing and ferocious skills. It was not like he had no chance of winning in the following battles.
"Wang Zimu, come up!"
Lin Buzheng's expression was calm. He glanced below the arena and finally fixed his gaze on Wang Zimu.
At this moment, among the five major powers participating in the competition, in addition to the disciples of the Lin clan, there were also disciples from the Chen clan and the Wang clan who had yet to fight Lin Buzheng.
Thunderous Battle Ye, Yue Shanzhong, and Wang Zimu had deliberately attacked just now to suppress the members of the Lin family. Only the Chen family stayed out of the matter and did not join in.
Since that was the case, Lin Buzheng naturally had to challenge Wang Zimu first to wash away the humiliation that his family's disciple had suffered.
"Lin Buzheng, don't think that you're invincible just because you defeated Yue Shanzhong and Thunderous Battle Ye. No matter how strong you are, you will still have to suffer under the profound swordplay of my Wang Clan! "
Wang Zimu let out a low shout and leaped onto the stage. His posture was indescribably graceful and agile.
"Cut the crap!"
"Watch my fist!"
According to the rules of the Tea Flower Gathering, as long as two participating disciples ascended the ring, the competition would officially begin.
Lin Buzheng had consecutively defeated Yue Shanzhong and Lei Zhan Ye, the two genius warriors. His aura was at its peak. The moment Wang Zimu jumped onto the arena, he threw a punch at him.
Rumble!
Lin Buzheng's punch was like a raging bull or a demonic tiger coming out of the mountains. Aside from being domineering, it also vaguely contained a mysterious Fist Dao that faintly resonated with the Great Dao of the Heavens and Earth.
Aside from that, although Lin Buzheng had fought two consecutive battles, the strength of his punch did not weaken at all. It still weighed more than fifty thousand kilograms. When he threw a punch, it was like a small mountain pressing down on Wang Zimu's head.
In terms of body refinement, Wang Zimu was far from Thunderous Battle Ye and Yue Shanzhong's level. His strength was only around thirty thousand kilograms. If he took Lin Buzheng's punch head-on, he would probably be immediately thrown off the stage by Lin Buzheng.
"Lin Buzheng, the strength of your punch can throw Thunderous Battle Ye and Yue Shanzhong off the stage, but it's useless against me."
"I'll let you know how amazing the Wang Clan's Sword Technique is!"
However, Wang Zimu, who was on the other side of the stage, did not panic when he saw Lin Buzheng's punch coming at him. He only drew the long sword hanging at his waist.
Clang!
With a soft sound, Wang Zimu's figure quietly disappeared from the stage.
What replaced it was an incomparably large bright moon that rose from the sky above the arena, sprinkling a chilly moonlight onto the ground.
The highest ranked martial art of the Wang Clan was called Three Thousand Years in a Dream.
This martial art contained the faintness of the clouds, the agility of the wind, and the melancholy of the passing of time …
When the disciples of the Wang Clan practiced this martial art, they could comprehend different Sword Techniques based on their own experiences and comprehension.
The Sword Technique that Wang Zimu comprehended was to become one with the sword and turn into a bright moon.
Not only could he hide his real body under the bright moon, he could also use the moon as a cover to deliver a terrifying attack.
Whoosh!
Lin Buzheng's punch was forced to stop because Wang Zimu suddenly disappeared in front of him.
However, Wang Zimu's attack came at him like a storm.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
At this moment, the bright moon in the sky emitted a brilliant light.
Every ray of light was a terrifyingly powerful Sword Aura.
The light was as bright as rain, shooting at Lin Buzheng.
If Lin Buzheng did not dodge in time, he would definitely be turned into a porcupine by the rain of Sword Aura!
Lin Buzheng's expression was calm as he stood tall like a mountain.
He did not have any intention of dodging Wang Zimu's large-scale attack.
However, at the crucial moment when the thousands of Sword Auras were about to reach him, he raised his right foot and stomped on the ground.
There was a loud bang!
It was as if an ox had turned over.
A series of invisible ripples that contained terrifying power spread out in all directions with Lin Buzheng as the center.
The thousands of sword lights that were shooting towards Lin Buzheng collided with these energy ripples and let out deafening booms before dissipating one after another.
"Lin Buzheng, I didn't expect you to have this move up your sleeves!"
"However, even if you can't find my real body hiding in the moonlight, I can still attack you continuously. As time goes on, you'll definitely lose!"
As Wang Zimu had said, the bright moon in the sky was a unique phenomenon formed by the sword intent that he had comprehended from cultivating the Three Thousand Years in a Dream and his sword intent divine ability.
Invisible and indestructible. Not only could Wang Zimu hide his body in the moonlight, he could also attach his Sword Aura to the moonlight and attack Lin Buzheng silently.
Boom! Boom!
At that instant, the entire ring was filled with surging Spiritual Qi and Sword Auras.
Wang Zimu's attack was like a surging river, engulfing Lin Buzheng's figure like a surging ocean.
However, Lin Buzheng either executed the Tremor Divine Ability to resist the attacks or executed the White Deer Movement Technique to dodge Wang Zimu's attacks agilely, easily nullifying all of Wang Zimu's attacks.
His posture was relaxed, and he seemed unruffled and at ease.
"Go!"
After a hundred moves, Lin Buzheng's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared on the other side of the ring like a phantom, throwing a punch at the empty space in front of him.
"AH! — — "
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