Young Martial Artist
"Hmph! Acting tough in front of me! "
Looking at the black-robed martial artist, Feng Zi snorted, "I, Feng Zi, don't kill nameless people. State your name."
"Xue Wu Tian."
The black-robed martial artist wasn't angry at Feng Zi's reprimand and said indifferently.
"Xue Wu Tian? What name? Take this! "
Hearing this, Feng Zi's brows twitched. He immediately rose from the ground and charged at Xue Wu Tian.
"Insignificant skill."
Xue Wu Tian didn't care about Feng Zi, who was closing in on him. He waved his sleeve and a cold light shot out.
The cold light was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Feng Zi and was aimed at his chest.
"Not good!"
At the critical moment, Feng Zi pushed his speed to the limit and hastily dodged to the side.
Crack!
Feng Zi dodged the cold light attack, but the stone platform under his feet suffered.
The cold light hit the stone platform and caused it to explode. Broken rocks filled the sky!
"Now this is fun …"
The corner of Feng Zi's mouth curled up. He rushed out again and fought with Xue Wu Tian.
This time, Feng Zi and Xue Wu Tian were evenly matched. Both sides were evenly matched!
This was obviously out of everyone's expectations.
"Feng Zi's strength is similar to the Crown Prince's, and Xue Wu Tian is evenly matched with Feng Zi … doesn't that mean that Xue Wu Tian's strength is comparable to the Crown Prince's?"
"Xue Wu Tian shouldn't be the top genius in the Lan Qing Kingdom, right?"
"It's hard to say. Maybe Xue Wu Tian is a peerless genius in the Lan Qing Kingdom. The reason he came to Wu Ta City to set up the arena was to break the confidence of the Da Xia Kingdom's geniuses!"
At the beginning, when they saw Ning Yue easily defeat Liu Lizhi and Li Minggang, everyone thought that Xue Wu Tian wouldn't be that strong.
Who would have thought that Xue Wu Tian would leave a deep impression on them?
"Feng Zi isn't Xue Wu Tian's opponent. He will be defeated after 30 moves at most."
Staring at the battle between Feng Zi and Xue Wu Tian, Ning Yue frowned.
"Ning Yue, aren't they evenly matched? How did you know that Xue Wu Tian would win? "Si Kongling asked, puzzled.
"Just now, Feng Zi has already fought with the First Prince and has expended a lot of his energy. In addition, Feng Zi is unwilling to use his trump card. His defeat is only a matter of time," Ning Yue said calmly.
"Humph! At least you have some self-awareness. "
Due to being defeated by Ning Yue, Li Minggang had always held a grudge against Ning Yue. Now that he heard Ning Yue's words, he coldly snorted and said, "If Feng Zi doesn't admit defeat, he will definitely be killed by Big Brother!"
"Li Minggang, are you so sure that Feng Zi will lose?"
Hearing Li Minggang's words, Ning Yue was slightly startled, then immediately said: "What if I say that the one who lost was Xue Wu Tian?"
"This is impossible! How could my big brother be defeated! "Li Minggang shouted.
"Hehe, if you don't believe me, let's make a bet," said Ning Yue with a smile.
"If you want to bet, then let's bet. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Li Minggang said coldly, "Bet what?"
"Very simple, just …"
Frowning slightly, Ning Yue thought for a moment, then said: "Let's bet our lives."
Whoosh!
As soon as Ning Yue's words fell, the surrounding martial artists all shifted their gazes from the arena to Ning Yue, their faces filled with disbelief.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that as time went on, Feng Zi, who was on the arena, was already showing signs of weakness.
Why would Ning Yue still bet on Feng Zi's victory?
Could it be that Feng Zi was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?
Li Minggang was obviously frightened by Ning Yue's imposing manner. He took two steps back and said coldly, "You!"
"What, are you afraid?" Ning Yue shrugged and immediately changed the topic: "If you don't dare to bet, then get lost. Don't interrupt when I speak in the future."
"That's right, if you don't dare to bet, then get lost. Wu Tuo City doesn't welcome you."
"And you call yourself the peerless genius of the Lan Qing Kingdom. You don't even dare to accept a bet, aren't you ashamed?"
"Go back to the Lan Qing Kingdom, our Da Xia Kingdom doesn't welcome you!"
The surrounding martial artists' mocking words made Li Minggang's face darken.
Although he was very confident in Xue Wu Tian, he was still a little afraid of betting with his own life.
What if Xue Wu Tian lost?
"Haha, isn't it just a bet? How about I bet with you?"
Suddenly, a faint laugh sounded from afar.
Then, a young martial artist holding a folding fan slowly walked over from the entrance of the square.
Not long after, the young martial artist stood in front of Ning Yue.
Looking Ning Yue up and down, the young martial artist fanned himself and said with a smile: "You are Ning Yue? A core disciple of the Sacred Institute of Danwu College? "
While the young martial artist was sizing him up, Ning Yue was also sizing him up.
"Middle-stage Primal Core cultivation, early-stage fifth-grade soul strength." Ning Yue was slightly shocked, because he found that the young martial artist was not much older than him, not only had his cultivation reached the mid-stage Primal Core, but even his soul strength had reached the early-stage fifth-grade.
To be able to reach this level of cultivation and soul strength at this age, it was either because he was talented or because he had a lot of resources.
"Haha."
Seeing that Ning Yue was ignoring him, the young martial artist's eyes turned cold, and he quickly formed a seal with his hand.
Kaboom!
At this moment, a palm print sprang out of the void, directly attacking Ning Yue.
"Huh?"
Feeling the huge pressure of the soul strength, Ning Yue raised his eyebrows, but he still stood in the same place, not moving an inch.
"As expected of a core disciple of the Sacred Institute of Danwu College. Such courage is rare." Ning Yue's action made the young martial artist slightly stunned, but that was all. He did not hold back, but instead, he blasted out another palm print.
Swoosh!
Two consecutive palm prints, one from the front and one from the back, quickly blasted towards Ning Yue.
"The first is a soul-attacking palm print, and the second is an ordinary Primal Qi palm print."
Almost instantly, Ning Yue determined the difference between the two palm prints.
One was a soul-attacking palm print, and the other was a Primal Qi palm print!
Relatively speaking, the soul-attacking palm print was more harmful to him.
Therefore, Ning Yue used a bit of his soul strength, wrapped it around his palm, and immediately blasted out a palm.
"Dark Dominating Palm!"
As Ning Yue growled, a palm print that also contained the pressure of the soul struck out, colliding with the young martial artist's palm print.
Whoosh!
The moment the two palm prints collided, the young martial artist's palm print was dispersed.
Immediately after, the Dark Dominating Palm struck out at the young martial artist's second palm print.
The result was no surprise. Ning Yue's palm print completely dispersed the young martial artist's two palm prints.
"Ning Yue, you also know that unique attacking palm technique!"
The young cultivator's heart skipped a beat as he said to Ning Yue after the two palm imprints scattered.
"Aren't you being too nosy? Only you are allowed to cultivate it, but others can't? "Ning Yue said lightly.
"I didn't say you can't cultivate it." The young martial artist's eyes revealed a trace of coldness, but he quickly hid it.
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