"Round three, Taoist Wuguang wins!"
Lou Cheng didn't feel that anything was amiss when he heard the announcement. Instead, he focused more on assessing his own emotions.
Every defeat made him feel dejected, and this match was no exception.
Although he had injured his opponent and drained him of his energy, achieving his initial goal, Lou Cheng still felt that he could have done better and lasted a little longer. He shouldn't have lost so easily!
To be honest, this was the first time he had encountered an opponent like this. He used to joke that some people's presence was too weak, as if they had supernatural powers. It turned out that such a thing really existed, and Taoist Wuguang was one of the best!
All the information on him had inadvertently neglected this crucial point, making people think that he was just a weak presence. Once they encountered him, they would immediately be at a disadvantage.
The slightest distraction would cause them to forget about their opponent and focus on the wrong target!
If it weren't for Lou Cheng's ability to foresee danger, he would have suffered a crushing defeat in today's battle!
"Luckily Wuguang … Taoist Wuguang didn't practice the secret arts of the Dark Sect or Death Sect. Otherwise, he would have been even more terrifying and unpredictable …" Lou Cheng rejoiced and collected his thoughts. He planned to jot this down in his notebook so that he wouldn't forget it again.
"Phew, thank you for your guidance, senior." He exhaled, bowed to the sect master of the Shangqing Sect, who was of the same seniority as his master, and returned to the edge of the cliff where the Longhu Club was located.
"Aiya, how did we lose!" Eternal Nightfall Yan Xiaoling slapped her thigh and posted a message on the forum.
It felt like it was over before they could figure out who the opponent was …
There wasn't a strong sense of regret …
It was as if they had never fought this match …
Similar thoughts flashed through the minds of Yan Zheke, Cai Zongming, and the rest. They felt like they were watching a fake match. As for the Shangqing Sect members, they turned their attention to their next opponent.
Ghost King Ning Zitong had already stood up. Her skin was fair and smooth, and her black hair was coiled up elegantly. Coupled with her majestic beauty, she was exceptionally eye-catching. No one could tell that she was in her forties.
She wore a loose-fitting navy blue martial arts suit that hid her beautiful figure. She walked over to Lou Cheng and nodded slightly in greeting.
Lou Cheng nodded in response and clenched his fist instinctively as encouragement.
After brushing past Ning Zitong, he returned to the guest team seats. The Dragon King, Chen Qitao, looked at him calmly. He wasn't disappointed, but he wasn't happy either. He quickly turned his attention to the third match that was about to begin. Guo Jie, on the other hand, was deep in thought with a frown. She seemed to have too many questions that she hadn't figured out.
Lu Yan coughed and said with a straight face, "I'm fine."
Was this a compliment or a compliment? Lou Cheng sat on the cattail hassock and took his ring and phone.
He'd wanted to send a message to Little Fairy to share Taoist Wuguang's special ability, but the electromagnetic disturbance had distorted the signal on the ground. He had no choice but to give up for now. He put away his equipment and waited for the battle between Ning Zitong and Taoist Wuguang to break out.
"Seems like I've forgotten something …" Lou Cheng frowned slightly. Soon after, he heard the referee's "start", so he relaxed his expression and focused on watching the match.
Due to the Heavenly Thunder Plowing Earth, the Shangqing Sect's home field setup was mostly destroyed. All that was left were the occasional electric shock zone and a slightly frenzied magnetic field.
Ning Zitong majored in the Dark Sect, so her combat style was very different from the other Physical Invulnerability experts of the Longhu Club. From the start of the match, she used Flickering Light and Passing Shadow to evade the electromagnetic flying sword and pounced on Taoist Wuguang.
Her graceful posture and swift speed made her look more like the Blood Clan in Western legends than an evil ghost.
Soon, the strange scene of Ning Zitong chasing Taoist Wuguang and the electromagnetic longsword chasing after her formed in the arena. However, with the advantage of her movement technique, she didn't care about the latter's attacks at all. She was determined not to let her guard down, locking onto her opponent who would be forgotten in a moment of carelessness.
Sword gleams danced as she weaved through the air. She was as pretty as a jade, and her sword was like a rainbow.
The two frontline Mighty Ones were evenly matched. One of them had strange, ever-changing, and ferocious moves, while the other was tough and domineering, relying mainly on hammering and whipping.
However, it didn't take long for Taoist Wuguang, who was heavily injured and exhausted, to fall into a disadvantageous position. Ning Zitong began the battle with ethereal footwork, always managing to dodge the pincer attacks from the flying swords in the nick of time. There were a few times when the opponent almost hit the controller himself.
"As expected of the Ghost King …" Lou Cheng watched with relish as he sighed in his heart.
Flickering Light and Passing Shadow was indeed a movement technique that required a Dark Sect majored in.
Taoist Wuguang's close combat skills aren't bad either. The unique skills of the Thunder Sect are quite refined, comparable to the Sword Manipulation Technique and the supernatural ability of Sense of Presence …
I've got to memorize it so I don't forget … Oh right, where's the notebook we agreed on earlier?
Tsk, Sister Ning's claw is so cool …
"The secret arts of the Dark Sect are like works of art in her hands …"
Sigh, it's just that Wuguang … Taoist Wuguang isn't willing to cooperate and always interrupts at crucial moments, preventing us from seeing the best parts.
What's wrong with that old man? He's such an eyesore. He's affecting Sister Ning's performance …
If only he wasn't around …
Similar thoughts flashed through many of the spectators' minds. Perhaps it was because of Condemned by the Masses, but Taoist Wuguang gradually faltered. After another round of intense battle, he finally lost to his opponent.
Ning Zitong, the Ghost King, wasn't unscathed. There were several tears and holes in her navy blue martial arts suit, revealing charred skin and flesh underneath.
In addition, a sword mark extended from the right side of her back to her neck, leaving behind a hideous wound and fresh blood.
This didn't ruin her image. Instead, it added to her wild and seductive beauty. Words like "Bloody Mary" popped up in Lou Cheng's mind.
"Round Four, Ning Zitong wins!"
As the referee's voice entered his ears, Lou Cheng's gaze shifted to the Shangqing Sect seating area. Peng Leyun, in his white robes, stood up straight purely on the strength of his waist.
His hair was still short and crisp. His eyes glowed as he focused. It was as though countless lightning bolts were striking down from the Ninth Heaven.
Step by step, he quickly reined in his fluttering thoughts. The aura around him grew fierce, as though it was hiding extremely destructive lightning.
Where there's Yang, there's Yin. Where there's life, there's death. The lightning produced by the interaction of Yin and Yang had the meaning of righteousness, birth, and awakening, but also destruction, destruction, and punishment on behalf of the heavens. At this moment, Peng Leyun was the embodiment of the latter.
His surroundings grew darker and darker, reminding Lou Cheng of his Ice Spirit, which symbolized the boundless darkness of the universe. However, Peng Leyun was closer to death, closer to annihilation, like the end of everything.
"Huh …" Lou Cheng frowned and muttered under his breath.
This doesn't feel normal … This isn't the same as the Taoist from before …
Suddenly, Lu Yan exclaimed from beside him,
"Forbidden Sect, Shangqing Chapter …"
"…" Lou Cheng tilted his head and blurted out in surprise, "He can learn it so quickly?"
"Comprehend …" Lu Yan corrected him, then shook his head slightly. "The sect's legacy is still a little different from ours. If you want to comprehend it, you'll have to accumulate enough merits first."
"Hmm …" Lou Cheng asked thoughtfully, "Then why didn't Taoist Wu … Guang show it? He's the Sect Leader … "
"Do you think he came up with that 'Ten Thousand Lightning Strike, Cleansing the Earth' move by himself? It's just that he integrated it well with his own martial arts, so it's hard to tell. "Lu Yan snorted.
Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds.
"You still remember that move?"
If he hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about it!
Hearing this, the muscles on Lu Yan's face twitched.
He looked ahead and said in an almost inaudible voice,
"The battle I lost the most was the first time I met Wu Guang …"
"How can I not remember?"
"I remember it very well."
"I remember it all."
…
There's no need to emphasize it so many times … Lou Cheng glanced at Lu Yan curiously and muttered to himself. Then, he gathered his thoughts and cast them away. He turned his attention to the last match, the one that would determine the final victor.
The referee took a step back. After Peng Leyun and Ning Zitong were in position, he raised his right arm, exhaled, and announced,
"Begin!"
PS: Here's a book by a friend, Ferryman of the Dead. It's about the supernatural.
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