"I am Dongfang Xiong of Dongfang Clan. Heroes of the world, please grant me your teachings!"
Dongfang Xiong was dressed in a brocade robe that was as white as snow, had a handsome posture, and had a demeanor that was neither haughty nor humble. Dongfang Xiong's demeanor soon won the praise of the heroes of the world, including the sect leaders of the various sects. They nodded.
"Not bad. He's the son of the clan leader of Dongfang Clan. I heard that he's young, but his martial arts are already outstanding among the younger generation. Looks like Dongfang Clan has an outstanding successor."
"Yeah."
All sorts of discussions reached the stage, but Dongfang Xiong remained as cold and callous as ever. He stood at the center of the stage proudly and calmly watched Happy walk up.
"His opponent is him?" The elites from the six great system-allocated sects looked surprised and interested.
"Happy."
"Interesting."
"One of them is one of the most outstanding disciples from the eight aristocratic clans, and the other is a disciple from the Murong Clan. He's also someone who the sect leaders of the six great system-allocated sects look favorably upon. This fight is going to be a little interesting." Even Huang Yaoshi, who had once said those harsh words, had an attentive expression on his face at that moment. He seemed to be quite interested in the fight.
"Rong'er, who do you think will win this fight?" Huang Yaoshi asked his daughter.
"I don't know."
"Dongfang Xiong is from Dongfang Clan. Dongfang Clan's sword technique is pretty good, and he's young and strong. He should be a genius, but …" When she said that, Huang Rong hesitated for a moment. She stared at Happy, who stood on the stage, and said, "But Happy from the Murong Clan has been a little unfathomable. His sword technique is average, but he has come to understand sword will, and he seems to have a great understanding of the martial arts from various sects. He can always predict his enemy's movements and win within a short period of time. Also, his palm technique is very ingenious and powerful.
Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing looked at each other.
A solemn expression appeared on the latter's face.
"Rong'er, did you not notice that your evaluation of Happy is already very high?"
"…"
"If he really knows Beggar's Sect's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, Dongfang Xiong will definitely not be his opponent." "But based on what Master Kong Xiang said, Happy first practiced Emei Sect's Nine Yang Skill, and a few months ago, he asked for Shaolin Temple's Nine Yang Skill. Later on, he stayed in Wudang Sect for a period of time. He should have gone there for Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill. If he has already practiced the complete Nine Yang Divine Skill, Beggar's Sect will have no justification to ask for Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm."
"That's right."
Huang Yaoshi put on a grave expression, which was rarely seen on his face.
"Nine Yang Divine Skill is a rare ultimate technique in the world. Those who have it are all geniuses in the world of martial artists. Just now, Zhang Wuji only fought against him for a short while, but he managed to understand the essence of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm and fight on equal grounds with Jing 'er. This alone is enough to show just how extraordinary Nine Yang Divine Skill is."
"Yeah, with Happy's kindness to Wudang Sect, he should give up Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill," Guo Jing said. "Instead of having another enemy, it's better for us to turn a blind eye to it. Besides, Happy is a benefactor to the six great system-allocated sects, so he should be a righteous person. As long as he doesn't spread the news, we can let it go."
"…"
Huang Rong was a little convinced.
When Guo Jing saw that Huang Rong was hesitant, he took the initiative to make a decision for her. "Later, let's talk to Happy in private. We can consider it as forming a good relationship."
…
When he stood in front of Dongfang Xiong, Happy appeared to be at ease.
The disciples from the eight aristocratic families had all reached Inaction Realm, and each of them had incredibly dazzling halos around them. They did not seem to lose to the sect leaders of normal sects, but Happy had encountered them before in his previous life, so he had some understanding of them. The pressure on him was not that great.
"Please grant me your teachings."
Happy was at ease, and Dongfang Xiong was even more at ease.
As an Inaction Realm martial artist, Dongfang Xiong had long since gained a certain amount of fame in the game, and he was already confirmed to be the next master of the clan. The Dongfang Clan placed great hopes on him during the martial arts tournament, and they wanted to show off the might of the Dongfang Clan!
The Murong Clan's Murong Clan Lady had extraordinary potential.
However, she was only listed as one of his opponents. What surprised him was that a Life and Death Realm Murong Clan disciple who had come with the Murong Clan Lady had stepped into his path without knowing what was good for him.
"Ten moves!"
Dongfang Xiong drew his sword slowly and said, "If I cannot defeat you within ten moves, I will admit defeat." When he spoke, he did not even look at Happy. The contempt in his words was incredibly clear!
Once he said those words, not many people in the spectator seats burst into an uproar. They only frowned slightly. Quite a number of people looked at Happy. Some of them were worried, while some were delighted in his misfortune.
An Inaction Realm martial artist against a Life and Death Realm martial artist …
In the martial arts tournament, the two of them were not on the same level to begin with!
However …
Happy's reply was even colder and more contemptuous.
"If that's the case, after ten moves, go down on your own. I won't send you off." When he said those words, the martial artists burst into an uproar.
Dongfang Xiong finally stopped maintaining his cold expression. He smiled coldly, tapped against the ground, and like a willow leaf, he drifted over slowly against the wind. His longsword landed behind him, and he drifted to Happy, who was dozens of feet away from him. It was an incredibly strange sight.
Happy did not move. He just watched from where he stood.
When Dongfang Xiong saw that his body movements did not disrupt Happy's movements, a hint of surprise finally appeared on his face.
Rising Sun!
It was a simple action of lifting a sword with one hand.
Whoosh!
The sword arc was round, and it was like a rising sun that rose swiftly above the sea. Dazzling red light suddenly shone from the longsword, and it filled Happy's eyes with red light. He felt as if he had been swept by the rising sun's light.
In the heat, Happy could clearly sense a fierce, cold blade locking down on his body.
He did not dodge!
When the sword glare closed in on his face, his body moved swiftly.
Petite Dragon!
Dragon Capture!
He twisted his body in a bizarre manner and crawled into the light.
The next moment …
The boundless radiance suddenly dissipated.
With a grunt, Dongfang Xiong and Happy were sent flying backwards from the dissipating light.
Thud thud thud!
Dongfang Xiong took five steps back. At the moment he stood still, he wiped his face, and there was a handful of red blood. There were three terrifying gashes on his face, and they stung with pain.
Everyone at the foot of the stage had incredulous and solemn expressions on their faces.
The indifference on Nangong Ruoshui and Bei Lie's faces disappeared without a trace. In its place was dumbfounded disbelief.
For the first time, the two of them, along with the disciples from the eight aristocratic families, sucked in a deep breath. For the first time, they stared at the disciple the Murong Clan Lady brought over with incredibly solemn expressions.
For the first time, they suddenly realized that Happy might not have relied on some tricks to save the six great system-allocated sects. He might have also displayed extraordinary strength.
Thud thud!
Happy was kicked in the chest during his first head-on clash against Dongfang Xiong, but his Golden Bell Cocoon negated most of the damage. He took two small steps back before he found his footing on the stage.
Right before Dongfang Xiong and the heroes of the world, he gently flicked off the dust on his chest and said in an incredibly calm manner, "Seven more moves."
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