"What are you waiting for? Back down!"
At this moment, a loud roar was heard. The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect stood across from him, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. He was the one who picked Ghost Owl. Now that he had lost, Wang Chong's "slap" was no different from a slap to his face.
"Alright!"
"Young Master Qingyang! As expected of Young Master Qingyang! "
"You imposter, why aren't you running away with your tail between your legs?!"
…
After a momentary silence, the entire Zhengqi League side suddenly erupted into cheers. Earlier, three experts of the Zhengqi League had been defeated by the Five Ancestor Alliance, and the pressure had made it hard for them to breathe. But revenge did not wait overnight, and they seized this chance to mercilessly ridicule the Five Ancestor Alliance.
The Black Yin Ancestor's expression turned even more unsightly.
"Bastard!"
In the Five Ancestor Alliance, the real Young Master Qingyang clenched his fists in his sleeves, his face red with rage. The real Young Master Qingyang was clearly here, but the crowd was cheering for this' fake 'and calling him' Young Master Qingyang '. There was nothing more absurd in the world than this.
"Young Master, this person is not simple!"
Suddenly, a voice as soft as the buzz of a mosquito reached his ears. Behind Young Master Qingyang, that inseparable bodyguard also spoke up. He furrowed his brows and pressed his right hand on the treasured saber at his waist. Waves of dangerous killing intent leaked out of his body.
The meaning of his existence was to protect Young Master Qingyang. Anyone who tried to harm him or disrespect him would die!
"I underestimated him!"
Young Master Qingyang suppressed his anger and sternly said.
He had thought that by following the Great Ancestor of the Mysterious Dark Sect here and confronting the imposter face to face, the imposter would surely back off. However, it was obvious that his thinking was too simple. Just based on this move alone, this person was definitely a formidable opponent. He was definitely not a mediocre person like he had imagined.
However, the more it was so, the more he would not let him off.
In terms of knowledge and understanding of the world's martial arts, he would not lose to anyone.
"Let me see how long you can keep up your act in front of everyone!"
A cold light flashed through Young Master Qingyang's eyes.
"Buzz!"
The crowd around him buzzed with excitement. This conflict involved the Zhengqi League and the Five Ancestor Alliance, and it also involved the illustrious Young Master Qingyang of the martial arts world. Everyone had come with the mentality of watching a show. But now, as the 'plot' became more complicated, everyone was unknowingly drawn into it.
"The talent of these two is simply frightening, but … just which one is the real Young Master Qingyang!"
Everyone in the area stared at Wang Chong in the crowd and then at the young man of the Five Ancestor Alliance, an irrepressible thought emerging in their minds.
"Black Yin Ancestor, you've seen the result. What else do you have to say?"
Song Yuanyi finally spoke, his face expressionless as he gazed at the Black Yin Ancestor.
"Hehe, it's not over yet. Song Yuanyi, why are you so anxious? Or are you saying that the Zhengqi League can't afford to lose in front of the world? "
The Black Yin Ancestor chuckled as he goaded Wang Chong.
Song Yuanyi neither agreed nor disagreed.
"Haha, this matter is getting interesting."
The Black Yin Ancestor gave a strange laugh, a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
"Now, Alliance Lord Song and I will each choose an Imperial Martial expert for you. Relax, neither I nor Alliance Lord Song will try to play any tricks. They will definitely be on the same level of strength. But let me tell you in advance: in the following battles, the one who loses will be the fake Young Master Qingyang and will die! "
Swish!
Before Wang Chong could say anything, Young Master Qingyang slightly grimaced. The Black Yin Ancestor had never said anything to him before.
"Haha, everyone in the world knows that Young Master Qingyang understands the martial path like the back of his hand. If you instruct your opponent in battle, the one who loses will undoubtedly be the fake."
As the Black Yin Ancestor spoke, his sinister gaze swept back and forth between Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang.
"You dare to make a fool out of me and Alliance Lord Song in front of so many people? Do you really think that you can leave alive?"
"Black Yin Ancestor, you truly have bad intentions! However, I will not lose! "
Wang Chong held his hands behind his back and confidently declared.
Although Young Master Qingyang was a master of all martial arts, Wang Chong had probably seen even more martial arts, though he had not studied them as thoroughly as Young Master Qingyang. Moreover, Wang Chong also had the 'origin of energy', an ability that his master, the Evil Emperor, had comprehended from the Myriad Spirit Sea Art.
No matter what kind of opponent he faced, he would be able to discover the crux of their Stellar Energy flow and find their flaws.
In this aspect, Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang were able to achieve the same result through different means.
"Ha, kid, you've got some guts!"
The Black Yin Ancestor revealed a sinister smile, revealing a set of white teeth.
"Hmph, then come! I've always been Young Master Qingyang, and no one can impersonate me! "
Young Master Qingyang had originally been a little hesitant. Although he had a high level of insight, he was not very strong, and he was somewhat apprehensive of a martial arts titan like the Black Yin Ancestor. But now that he had been provoked by Wang Chong, he could no longer worry about such things.
"Haha, good!"
The Black Yin Ancestor laughed heartily at their words.
"Alliance Lord Song, you have no objections, right?"
"Everything will be done according to Ancestor's plan!"
Song Yuanyi noncommittally said. Since it had already begun, it had to continue no matter what.
The crowd whispered among themselves, their gazes constantly shifting between Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang.
"I wonder which one of them will win?"
At this point, everyone was extremely interested in this match. No matter who the fake was, just the fact that he had been able to fight with Young Master Qingyang for so long meant that he was no ordinary individual.
The Black Yin Ancestor and Song Yuanyi quickly chose two experts from the Zhengqi League and Five Ancestor Alliance. This time, the two of them were extremely fair. Both sides were of the same level of strength, and though they didn't dare to say that they were identical, the gap was so small that it was negligible.
"Begin!"
With this order, Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang stepped onto the battlefield. At this moment, the smiles on the faces of all the spectators and the unaffiliated martial artists who had come to watch the show put away their smiles.
Everyone was brimming with anticipation for the battle that was about to begin, and the loser would be killed in front of everyone. This was no longer a simple game, and no one could smile.
As Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang exchanged blows, the two experts from the Zhengqi League and Five Ancestor Alliance also stepped onto the battlefield.
"You made a mistake. You shouldn't have impersonated me and gotten into the Zhengqi League. Not even I can help you now."
Young Master Qingyang solemnly said to his opponent.
"Oh?"
Wang Chong slightly raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Putting aside everything else, the fact that Young Master Qingyang was able to say such words made him feel a little more favorable.
"Relax! I won't lose!"
Wang Chong grinned.
"Hmph, truly stubborn!"
Young Master Qingyang clenched his teeth, his face instantly turning gloomy.
"Since that's the case, I'll fulfill your wish!"
The atmosphere suddenly became much tenser.
Putting aside Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang, the two experts from the Zhengqi League and Five Ancestor Alliance slowly stepped onto the battlefield. Their gazes were on each other, and they appeared even more nervous than Wang Chong's group.
After all, Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang were only talking on the sidelines, but they were truly fighting for their lives. Regardless of the reason, the Zhengqi League and the Five Ancestor Alliance had gathered together was bound to engage in a bloody battle.
The battle quickly began, the two sides getting closer and closer. This time, neither Wang Chong nor Young Master Qingyang spoke, nor did they offer any pre-battle pointers.
In the last round of tests, the two of them had gotten a rough idea of each other's abilities. Given their level of talent, there was no need to make any unnecessary moves.
Bang!
Just when the spectators still felt that the two of them were a little slow, the two of them attacked at the same time. Stellar Energy of extreme Yang and evil energy of the evil path of extreme Yin and evil collided on the battlefield. Swish! Shockwaves shot out in all directions, leaving deep furrows in the ground. Imperial Martial experts were different from Profound Martial experts, and battles at this level were much more dangerous.
Boomboomboom! Before the spectators could react, the two Imperial Martial experts once more fiercely battled. In just a few short moments, the two of them had used all sorts of strange and dangerous moves, and their movement techniques were also extremely fast. For a moment, the entire battlefield was filled with people, making it difficult to distinguish the two of them.
Everyone held their breath, and Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang were even more focused, not letting go of even the slightest movement between the two. This was both a contest between the two of them, and also the first round of the contest between Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang. This round was a test of eyesight.
The two of them not only had to analyze the level of strength, martial arts techniques, and fighting style of their opponent, they also had to analyze the flaws, habits, and techniques of their opponent.
There was only one chance. Their analysis of the situation between the two martial artists would severely affect the outcome of the battle, and in the end, it would decide whether the two of them lived or died.
At some point, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Gazes were alternating between the two experts and Wang Chong and Young Master Qingyang.
"Young Master, do your best!"
In the crowd, Song Youran and Song Jue clenched their fists, sweating on behalf of Wang Chong. On the other side, Ji Andu had a completely different reaction.
"Hmph, a fake who came from who knows where! I'd like to see how you die!"
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