The moment Wei Ling saw Su Ye, he knew that the spectator Chen Luoyang was talking about was this so-called junior brother.
Wei Ling might not be able to guarantee if it was someone else.
But this youth in front of him showed off his abilities and did not hide them at all.
Both of them used spears, so Wei Ling would not be wrong.
Without needing to test him, he knew that this was a martial arts genius who practiced spear techniques.
Even with Wei Ling's arrogance and knowledge, he was still amazed when he looked at Su Ye.
Previously, he was still suspicious of Chen Luoyang's initiative to challenge him. He felt that Chen Luoyang was mainly trying to measure his own martial arts progress.
The so-called spectator was more like a cover. He would have an excuse if he lost.
But now that he saw Su Ye, Wei Ling gradually felt that Chen Luoyang's words were not false.
It could not be said that Chen Luoyang did not care about this battle, but at least half of it was for this youth with disheveled hair in front of him.
As a senior brother, Chen Luoyang treated this junior brother well and fought for a rare opportunity for him to observe and learn.
Among the experts of the Mortal World, in terms of spear techniques, the two giants of the North and the South were undoubtedly the best.
The king of the Barbarian Tribe, "Overlord" Crouching Dragon Sand.
The master of the Northern Heavenly Lake, "Heavenly King" Zhang Weiyu.
The two giants, one righteous and one evil, were unable to determine a winner due to various reasons.
There had always been a debate about who was the number one expert of the Mortal Spear Technique, but these two giants were undoubtedly the strongest.
And among the Martial Saints below the giants, when it came to spear techniques, the Eastern Zhou Wei Family had to be mentioned.
Wei Ling had been showing signs of surpassing his father in recent years.
At level 17, his strength was already comparable to that of his father, Wei Chaoran, who was at level 18.
Wei Chaoran relied more on his years of foundation and cultivation.
In terms of spear techniques, Wei Ling could be said to have surpassed his father.
It was too difficult to find a Martial Sage with a better mastery of the spear than him.
Chen Luoyang wanted to find a target for Su Ye to observe and learn from, and Wei Ling was undoubtedly the most suitable target at the moment.
Of course, he couldn't let Su Ye fight with Wei Ling right now. The gap between their cultivation levels was too big.
There was no harm for Su Ye to watch as he fought with Wei Ling.
Before this, Wei Ling had considered the possibility that Emperor Wu would be watching the fight and wouldn't be able to see the details of their fight, let alone learn from it.
But after seeing Su Ye, he had to admit that this young man might really gain something from watching from the sidelines.
The other party's talent in martial arts and sense of spear arts were exceptional.
However, without Su Ye's help, Wei Ling was still unable to completely see through the secret of the Army Destroyer Astral Soul.
However, that seemingly indestructible sharpness that could pierce through everything had already attracted Wei Ling's attention.
Of course, the gap between the two of them was too great. He only needed to focus his power and roar once, and the other party would be gone.
Therefore, although Wei Ling noticed Su Ye, her focus was always on Chen Luoyang on the other side.
Martial artists were all competitive.
Although he had the idea that peace was the most important, and although he desired the other's Sky Stone, since they were going to fight, even if it was just a friendly spar, Wei Ling didn't plan on losing.
"Is it here?" he asked Chen Luoyang.
All of Fan Luo Mountain was sparsely populated, and Thousand Ton Lake was even more so. Wei Ling and the others hadn't even arrived yet, but they already knew.
"It's fine here." Chen Luoyang waved his hand.
Other than Su Ye, all the followers and servants of the Ancient God retreated far away, not staying.
The fight between two Martial Saints affected a wide area.
Those with weaker cultivation, even if they were far away, could be killed by the shockwaves of the battle.
"Watch from the side," Chen Luoyang said to Su Ye.
"Oh." Su Ye nodded obediently. She stared at Wei Ling and retreated.
He also retreated a long distance before he stopped, his gaze fixed on Wei Ling.
Wei Ling looked calmly at Chen Luoyang. "Hierarch Chen, please."
"Attack is the specialty of the spear. You should make the first move," Chen Luoyang said.
If someone else had heard this, they would have thought Chen Luoyang was being arrogant.
Although he had jumped three times in a year, created a legend, and broken through to realm seventeen, he had only just reached this realm.
At the same realm, there were high and low martial artists.
Reaching realm seventeen did not mean he had the same level of strength as the top experts of the same realm.
His current opponent was Wei Ling, who had dominated realm seventeen for many years and was comparable to realm eighteen.
Wei Ling was skilled in the spear, and his attacks were especially fierce and vicious.
If he seized the initiative, victory could be decided in an instant. His opponent wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.
None of those ranked among the Ten of Hong Chen were armchair strategists.
Wei Ling and the others were all battle-hardened. They had killed their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Those who had died under Wei Ling's famous spear, "Seven Seas," were all experts who had once shaken the world.
Wei Ling's gaze sized up Chen Luoyang again.
He didn't say much and just nodded. "If that is the case, Hierarch Chen, be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Ling raised his hand and punched straight at Chen Luoyang's chest!
He used his fist as a spear. Although he didn't use a real weapon, his flesh and blood was comparable to a peerless divine weapon.
His fist was like the tip of a spear, moving forward, indestructible, as if it could pierce through heaven and earth.
It was so fast that it seemed to pass through the space between the two of them, completely ignoring the existence of distance.
The moment he raised his hand and punched, the spear-like fist had already arrived in front of Chen Luoyang.
In Chen Luoyang's vision, Wei Ling's figure seemed to have disappeared. All that was left was a spear that looked like it was going to pierce a hole in the world of Hong Chen.
When this spear moved, it was as if it was sent by the Nine Heavens Divine Wind. It was so sharp and fast that it was almost impossible to react.
This was the Wei family of Eastern Zhou's famous ultimate skill, the Dragon-Tiger Seven Sacred Spear.
The thirteenth realm, True Form.
The fourteenth realm, Trance.
The fifteenth realm, Ruihua.
The above three realms were collectively known as Emperor Wu's realms.
It was rumored that the Dragon-Tiger Seven Sacred Spear that Emperor Wu displayed showed the form of a dragon and a tiger. It was fierce and fierce, frightening the enemy to the core.
But now, the Dragon-Tiger Seven Sacred Spear displayed by Wei Ling appeared in front of Chen Luoyang. It looked different.
The clouds followed the dragon, and the wind followed the tiger.
The so-called dragon and tiger had already transformed into the form of the wind and clouds. It had the formless and invisible nature of the wind and was swift and fast. It was as unpredictable as the clouds.
The Wei family's Dragon-Tiger Seven Sacred Spear was flourishing in the hands of Wei Chaoran and Wei Ling.
The father and son were rewarded by the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. They were able to read the royal library and dabble in other ultimate skills, which led to the continuous improvement of the family's spear technique.
Today, the Dragon-Tiger Seven Sacred Spear was already the top martial art in the world. In some aspects, it was not inferior to the direct lineage of a holy land.
Wei Ling was a genius. In his hands, the spear technique displayed unimaginable power, even exceeding its original limit.
Although he was bare-handed, when the "spear" pierced over, it was really like a thousand soldiers were defeated.
Seeing this, Chen Luoyang secretly praised Wei Ling, feeling that he had found the right person.
Chen Luoyang had seen opponents of this level and even more powerful Martial Sages before.
However, in the past, he had mostly watched from the side. He was not alone like now, facing an opponent at his peak.
Chen Luoyang did not panic. He was stronger than the strong.
When Wei Ling's "spear" pierced Chen Luoyang's chest, the originally swift and fierce spear tip suddenly slowed down.
It was as if there was a huge resistance force pressing down on him from all directions, forcing him to stop.
Wei Ling was experienced in battles and had a good understanding of the ultimate skills of the Ancient God. He immediately reacted.
Divine Demonic Fist, Imperial Sky.
It was one of the strongest ultimate skills below the Three Supreme Fists.
With one punch, it was as if the sky was shrouded, and the space above and below fell into Chen Luoyang's control.
Because the treasures needed to cultivate it were too rare, in the entire Ancient God, only Jiang Yi and Zheng Chi had cultivated it.
Now, Chen Luoyang should be the third.
Wei Ling was not surprised that the Ancient God suddenly had another person who cultivated "Imperial Sky."
As one of the top martial arts holy lands in the world, the Ancient God's foundation was not to be underestimated.
… But the problem was, this level of maturity was a little off, right?
How long had it been since Chen Luoyang cultivated "Imperial Sky"?
It had only been 20 years since he was born in his mother's womb, right?
The depth of his attainment in this fist technique really caught Wei Ling off guard.
Apart from being surprised, Wei Ling could not help but become more serious.
He shook his arm, and like a huge spear, a shocking power erupted, trying to break the lock on the surrounding space of Chen Luoyang's "Imperial Sky" fist intent.
However, with this shake, not only did it not shake off the power that was obstructing him, Wei Ling felt that it was even more difficult for his "spear tip" to move forward.
The surrounding space seemed to have been completely sealed.
He even felt that his arm could not move at all.
Wei Ling's heart trembled slightly, but he saw Chen Luoyang reach out with both fists and put them together.
His right hand was as big as "Imperial Sky."
His left hand was as heavy as "Empress Earth."
At this moment, Imperial Sky and Empress Earth merged into one and were displayed by Chen Luoyang at the same time. They combined perfectly and supported each other.
Vigorous and vast, as if endless power was integrated, it suppressed Wei Ling's Dragon-Tiger Seven Sacred Spear.
Wei Ling's gaze suddenly turned cold.
If it was said that he had been trying to gauge Chen Luoyang's strength before this, wondering how he could obtain victory without heavily injuring him, then the result of his pondering was clear now.
Just this Imperial Sky and Empress Earth fusion was worth him using all his energy and facing it seriously.
Chen Luoyang put his fists together and hit his chest.
If it hit Wei Ling's arm, it could directly break it on the spot.
Even if it did not decide life and death, the outcome would undoubtedly be decided.
Wei Ling's figure suddenly moved.
Instead of retreating, he advanced.
An unprecedented power erupted from his spear-like arm, and the "spear tip" stabbed fiercely towards Chen Luoyang's heart.
Chen Luoyang's Invincible Godfiend Body protected him and took Wei Ling's attack head-on.
However, Wei Ling did not attack the Invincible Godfiend Body head-on. Instead, he used the rebounding force of his fist hitting the dark golden Godfiend body to quickly retract his spear.
By the time he retracted his arm, Chen Luoyang's fists had already hit the center.
The "spear tip" formed by Wei Ling's fists was like a swimming dragon. The dragon's head swayed left and right, and at the same time, it hit Chen Luoyang's fists.
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