Lin Bai Ao stared dumbfoundedly at Che Wenjun who was carrying a large glaive as he walked into the white circle. He only felt that there was something wrong with his eyes, or there was something wrong with his opponent's brain.
Regarding this opponent in front of him, the Totem Clan had done detailed research on him, and he had even personally gone to watch Che Wenjun's competition.
In the end, they concluded that Che Wenjun had a unique talent in martial arts, and if his martial arts were to be displayed, the power would not be inferior to his own. If the two of them were to use their martial arts to determine the victor, then the final victor would have to be attributed to a moment of luck.
But, in terms of weapon mastery, Che Wenjun was obviously inferior. And the weapon he used on the stage before was clearly a shining longsword, but for some reason, he was carrying a terrifying, four metre long glaive on stage.
Lightly licking his somewhat dry lips, Lin Bai Ao asked in a deep voice: "Senior Che, this is your personal weapon?"
Che Wenjun laughed and said: "Senior Lin, whether this is my weapon or not is not important. Since I have already brought it on stage, then I will use it to spar with Senior Lin. I hope Senior Lin will be merciful."
On the surface, he looked as if he had a card up his sleeve, but in his heart, he was extremely nervous.
Elder He's parting words that night still lingered in his ears.
"Follow your instincts."
But the problem was that this was the first time he was using such a long weapon, even if he had hurriedly learned a few moves on how to use a long weapon, but how could he follow his instincts?
If it wasn't for the fact that he already had a kind of almost blind trust in He Yiming in his heart and only felt that whatever He Yiming said must be correct, he wouldn't have really carried this big guy onto the stage.
Lin Bai Ao's face changed slightly, and he suddenly felt a surge of anger. Looking at Che Wenjun's physique, no matter what, he did not look like someone who would use such a huge weapon, and in addition to the speed and fierceness when he used a longsword before, it made him even more certain that Che Wenjun's weapon of choice should be a longsword.
Since that was the case, holding such a weapon on stage at such a crucial occasion, wasn't it obvious that he was looking down on him and didn't treat him as a dish?
Lin Baiao's face gradually turned ashen at the thought of this. He snorted angrily and said, "Alright, since senior brother Che insists, this little brother will accept."
He waved his hand, and a man quickly ran over from the crowd, handing over a pair of huge meteor hammers.
The pair of meteor hammers were connected by an iron chain. The two hammers could be said to be huge. Each of them was the size of several ordinary people's heads. They were also very heavy. Together, they weighed more than three hundred pounds.
In order to show her respect for the glaive, Che Wenjun personally went down to retrieve it.
As for Lin Baiao, someone had already prepared a weapon for him. With a wave of his hand, the weapon was delivered to him.
However, what surprised him was that the person who gave him the weapon was not one of his martial nephews who had taken care of his weapon, but one of his senior brothers.
His senior brother's cultivation base in martial arts was not inferior to his, but he was unlucky this time and encountered a stronger opponent, so he was eliminated.
"Junior brother, be careful." After handing the meteor hammers to Lin Baiao, the person said softly.
"Senior brother, is there anything wrong?" Lin Baiao asked suspiciously.
"Someone has already recognized that this glaive is He Yiming's personal weapon from Hengshan. You must be careful and not be careless." The person immediately left after he finished speaking.
Lin Baiao immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. Who didn't know about He Yiming's reputation? Since He Yiming had handed over his personal weapon to the person in front of him, there must be a deep meaning behind it.
At this point, the anger that had just been ignited in his heart instantly disappeared. He looked at Che Wenjun with vigilance.
The Innate Expert who was supervising the battle outside waved his hand and said, "The two of you may begin."
At this point, among the ten white circles, a few of them had already begun. However, among all the circles, the one who attracted the most attention was still this one.
On the high platform, there were quite a number of people who recognized the glaive. Once they heard that it was He Yiming's personal weapon, even the Innate Rankers who disdained this kind of competition became more interested.
At this time, Zhou Da Tian's expression was uncertain. He and the other experts had the same thought.
How could a Houtian cultivator who had never used a long weapon be able to unleash the full power of a glaive when he suddenly obtained one?
Under normal circumstances, not only would it not be able to increase Che Wenjun's power, but it would also be a burden to him.
However, after seeing He Yiming's confident smile, these people lost their confidence first.
It had to be said that He Yiming's strength had reached a level where they would rather believe in him than in themselves.
"Senior brother Lin, please."
"Senior brother Che, please."
After the two of them bowed to each other, Che Wenjun suddenly turned his wrist, raised the glaive vertically, and chopped down.
Lin Bai Ao was furious. Che Wenjun actually used such a casual move. It was too much of a bully.
He snorted coldly and raised his twin hammers high, as if he wanted to use force to break his opponent's glaive. Then, he would take advantage of the situation and seize the opportunity.
At the moment when the twin hammers were swung out, he wanted to use 70% of his strength to break his opponent's glaive. However, his senior brother's words suddenly flashed in his mind. This glaive belonged to He Yiming.
Due to these three soul-stirring names, the internal strength in his hands became fiercer and fiercer. He had already accumulated ten layers of internal strength.
Under everyone's gaze, the glaive and twin hammers collided heavily.
"Bang …"
The loud sound of the collision was immediately heard. The faces of the Innate Experts on the high platform changed slightly. They could already tell that the great power contained in the big saber had reached an appalling level.
At the same time, Lin Bai Ao's face instantly turned into the color of a pig's liver.
To think that the power transmitted from this saber was actually so great …
He had long known the glaive's origin, so he never thought of going head-on with it. He only wanted to break the glaive's power safely.
However, at this moment, he realized that his opponent's strength was too great. Moreover, his opponent's internal strength was ingenious. It was definitely beyond his reach.
Under the control of his opponent's internal strength, his twin hammers were firmly attached to the glaive as if they were glued. Not to mention breaking the glaive's power, even if he wanted to abandon the hammers and retreat, it would be impossible.
With just a moment of hesitation, he had already lost his last chance to abandon the hammers and retreat. The only thing he could do was to firmly hold onto the hammers and endure the incredible pressure from the glaive.
In fact, Lin Bai Ao's ability to wield the 300-kilogram meteor hammers was already a rare innate divine strength among the many brothers of the same generation.
Although his opponent's glaive looked far more terrifying than his meteor hammers, he had absolute confidence that he could suppress Che Wenjun in terms of pure strength.
However, the moment the glaive and the hammers collided, he suddenly realized that he was wrong, and very wrong.
His opponent's glaive didn't seem to be very fast or heavy. However, the moment the glaive and the hammers collided, the enormous power contained in it was completely unleashed.
Lin Bai Ao's internal strength instantly condensed into a point. His blood was boiling as he desperately poured his internal strength into the twin hammers above his head.
Of course, this wasn't because he didn't care about his life, but because he cherished it too much.
The twin hammers were placed above his head. If his opponent broke through the hammers, then the glaive would chop his head when it fell.
Although he was quite confident in his own strength, he never thought that his head could be tougher than the glaive, the famous Divine Soldier of the Northwest.
In just a moment, his face became incomparably ferocious. His eyes widened like a fighting bull, and he bared his teeth like a demon. He had already used up all his strength to block Che Wenjun's seemingly casual slash of the glaive.
Che Wenjun was ecstatic in his heart. He slashed with his saber just to test the strength of both sides, but the final result made him overjoyed.
The glaive wasn't very heavy, and he didn't pour all his internal strength into it. He didn't expect to be able to cause his opponent to be in a predicament.
He didn't even have the confidence to win …
However, looking at Lin Bai Ao's current state, it seemed like he was withstanding a thousand kilograms of force and would collapse at any time.
Che Wenjun was instantly filled with confidence. With the help of such a powerful weapon, not to mention the top ten, he was even confident of getting first place.
At this point, he was even more impressed with He Yiming. No wonder he was the strongest Xiantian Expert in history. Even his weapon was so powerful.
However, at the same time, he also had a trace of doubt in his heart. Was the glaive really that heavy?
After a few more breaths, everyone saw that Lin Baiao's legs had begun to tremble slightly. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and his clothes were completely soaked in sweat within a few breaths of time.
His face turned from blood red to pale white. Although his expression was still ferocious, he almost stuck his tongue out.
The sound that came out of his mouth was no longer a sonorous shout, but a panting sound like an old bull pulling a broken cart.
Anyone with a bit of insight would know that he was exhausted and was about to fall into a state of exhaustion.
A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the supervising Xiantian Expert. There was also a trace of greed in his eyes when he looked at the glaive. However, it was only for a moment, and he immediately suppressed this thought.
Wanting to snatch He Yiming's things was like courting death.
He collected his thoughts, waved his hand, and said, "Stop, Che Wenjun wins."
Che Wenjun was slightly startled, but after hearing the words of the supervising Xiantian Expert, he subconsciously withdrew the glaive in his hand. When he raised it slightly, the glaive immediately left the twin hammers as if it was obedient.
Then, everyone saw Lin Bai Ao's arm muscles twitching violently. He could no longer hold the hammers in his hands, and the twin hammers fell to the ground.
Then, he fell straight down.
Che Wenjun looked at the glaive in his hand, and then looked at the disciples of Tu Fan who were rushing up. He was at a loss …
I … I won? (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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