Chapter 1095
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Looking at the martial arts arenas projected on the light screen, when the eyes of the crowd from the outside world fell on the arena where Long Bufan and Wu Mo of the Clan of Wu were. Their faces were all burning with excitement, and their eyes even flashed with the light of expectation.
Although at this time the contestants on the other martial arts platforms were engaged in fierce fights, only Long Bufan's platform was relatively quiet. But they felt that this was a more interesting competition.
"That's Wu Moying of the Clan of Wu?"
"Haha, the people of the Clan of Wu have always been elusive. In order to keep their identity secret, they didn't participate in any sect competitions in the past. I didn't expect that this year's Hundred Sect Tournament would be an exception. It's really incredible."
"What's so strange about this? In the previous Hundred Sect Tournament, each sect would send out 100 disciples to compete. Of course, the people of the Clan of Wu wouldn't participate. But this year is different. They only need to send out one of their best disciples, and the Clan of Wu will naturally choose to participate."
"That's right. Tut, tut, a dark horse from a low-level sect and the best assassin of the Clan of Wu. When these two meet, it's hard to guess who will win. It's really interesting."
"Yes, it's said that Wu Moying once assassinated an expert at the seventh tier of the Spirit Sea Realm. His assassination skills are superb. But that guy from Ling Xuanwu Province is obviously not easy to deal with. In the first round, he killed Lu Zifeng of the Elephant Mountain Sect. His strength is not weak."
While many outside forces were talking loudly, Long Bufan and Wu Moying were on the martial arts platform, there was no smell of hostility at all. The tone of their conversation was as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, chatting and laughing.
Long Bufan even explained to Wu Moying the physics of the 21st century in his previous life, so that he could better achieve the effect of stealth and sneak attack.
And it was also with this novel theoretical knowledge that Wu Moying suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment in his mind, as if another innovative martial arts road had been opened up for his inherent way of assassination.
"Long Bufan, you are indeed a friend worthy of deep friendship. But now our positions are different. For the honor of the Clan, I won't be merciful." Wu Moying said coldly, maintaining the style of an assassin. But he sighed in his heart. Deep in his eyes, there was a charm of regret for not knowing him sooner.
However, he did not say that he wanted Long Bufan to admit defeat and be demoted. He knew that as a martial cultivator, the most precious thing was dignity. Moreover, it was the highest standard of the Hundred Sect Battle Stage. It did not represent an individual, but the glory of the entire sect.
"Well, I won't be merciful." Long Bufan also gradually restrained his smile, and his expression slowly became solemn. This was the first time he was facing an assassin head on, and he didn't know what kind of strange moves he would use.
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The moment the murderous aura spread out, Wu Moying's figure also suddenly moved. After which, he mysteriously disappeared from the battle stage.
Seeing Wu Moying's body disappear in the blink of an eye, Long Bufan raised his eyebrows slightly. Without hesitation, his vision and spiritual sense quickly swept towards the dark shadows under the stone pillars around the martial arts platform.
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