Yang Zhennan went up the stage not only to challenge other opponents, but also to defend. This was shocking news.
A second-grade Celestial Rune Realm defending the stage was simply courting death.
After the news spread, many people ran over to watch.
What kind of person was Yang Zhennan to defend the stage with such strength? His guts were too big.
Could it be that Yang Wu had arranged some shocking trump card for him?
On the stage, Yang Zhennan's face was resolute as if it had been carved by a knife. He was full of manliness. He raised his head and puffed out his chest. His gaze was steady, and he emitted an invisible aura.
Others could only see two Celestial Runes flickering behind him. No one could see through his hidden strength. Even if a Heaven Reaching Powerhouse came here, they might not be able to discover it.
He cultivated a secret technique to conceal his cultivation, so others could forget about easily discovering his true strength.
Yang Zhennan's opponent was a loose cultivator whose strength had reached the third-grade Celestial Rune Realm.
After the opponent won a match with difficulty, he prepared to leave the stage. However, when he saw Yang Zhennan coming up, he stopped.
This person was called He Changchang, a Holy Elder belonging to the Qin Family's subordinate force.
"Do you want to challenge me?" He Changchang looked at Yang Zhennan and asked.
Yang Zhennan nodded lightly and said, "Yes, please enlighten me."
"Does anyone dare to participate in the Martial Saint Assembly? With your strength, it's better for you to get lost, "He Changchang shouted as he raised his dual blades and slashed at Yang Zhennan.
Two crescent moon-like blade lights arrived in front of Yang Zhennan in the blink of an eye. Carrying astonishing power, they wanted to directly behead Yang Zhennan on the stage.
Even if he was Yang Wu's father, so what?
Blades and swords had no eyes on the stage. If he was killed, he couldn't blame anyone.
Everyone stared at the scene, wanting to see how Yang Zhennan would be able to block He Zhangchang's attack.
In the eyes of others, He Zhangchang's attack was very fast, but in Yang Zhennan's eyes, it was as slow as a turtle. He stood in place and moved his body slightly. He didn't seem to have done anything, but he heard a scream, and He Zhangchang's whole body was sent flying with blood gushing out.
There was silence all around.
They couldn't even see how Yang Zhennan attacked, and He Changchang was already defeated. It was too fast.
Yang Zhennan said indifferently, "Next."
For a moment, no one went up.
A voice broke the silence, "This guy must be hiding his strength. Don't be fooled."
It was unknown if these words were sincere or not, but it had the opposite effect. Someone leaped onto the stage and shouted, "I, Zhang Zhang, will kill you."
This Saint with the surname Zhang was a consecrator of the Xing Family, but not many people knew about this. He usually hid his identity very well, and was a Saint who had reached the fifth level of the Astral Mark Realm.
The Xing Family and the Yang Family were irreconcilable. The Xing Family naturally wouldn't let go of the chance to kill someone from the Yang Family.
The Saint with the surname Zhang came up just to test Yang Zhennan's true strength.
"The fish is starting to take the bait." Yang Zhennan looked at the person who rushed up and felt Fang Tengteng's killing intent. He knew that the other party must be coming for him.
The Saint with the surname Zhang held a long spear and stabbed out. The black spear light turned into a huge python and tried to devour Yang Zhennan.
The python was ferocious and quite scary.
Yang Zhennan wasn't as calm as before. He pulled out the South Protector Spear and fought with the other party.
The second level of the Astral Mark Realm appeared on his back. These two Astral Marks were extremely condensed and thicker than ordinary Astral Marks. With a stab, a water dragon formed and collided with the python.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Explosions rang out continuously. Two different types of Saint Qi sputtered in all directions.
This was an arena left behind from ancient times. After entering the arena, the Xuan Qi wouldn't spill out from the arena. The spectators could watch the battle without worry.
Yang Zhennan and the Saint with the surname Zhang fought intensely and excitedly. It caused waves of exclamations.
"Yang Zhennan is really something. He's only at the second level of the Astral Mark Realm and has such combat strength. As expected of Yang Wu's father."
"The ability to fight above one's level is common in the Battle Race. But I think he hasn't activated the power of his bloodline yet."
"The Zhang guy is quite capable. He hasn't used his full strength yet. When he does, Yang Zhennan will be dead for sure."
"Although Yang Zhennan's strength is good, it's a fool's dream if he wants to defend the arena."
Everyone was shocked by Yang Zhennan's strength. At the same time, they felt that Yang Zhennan was arrogant. The strength of a second level of the Astral Mark Realm could fight above one's level. How many levels could he cross? Any high-level Saint could kill him, right?
A middle-aged man in the crowd smiled faintly. "This kind of prey is just right."
This middle-aged man was Liu Yang, who had put on a human face. He hid in the crowd, waiting for the opportunity to kill the Yang Family.
No one knew why he hated the Yang Family so much. Only when he told them the truth would they be able to understand the grudge between them.
"With your strength, you dare to defend the arena? Go to hell." After continuously probing, the Zhang guy felt that he had figured out Yang Zhennan's strength. He no longer held back and used his ultimate move to kill Yang Zhennan.
However, just as he was about to use his ultimate move, Yang Zhennan made a strange move. It was as if he had fallen to the ground or used some kind of secret technique. Suddenly, a force hit the Zhang Saint's tiny flaw and stopped him from using his ultimate move. Yang Zhennan seized the critical opportunity and shouted, "You don't have the qualifications to kill me."
The South Protector Spear cut through space and instantly pierced through the Zhang Saint's heart. A bright flower of blood splattered out.
The Zhang Saint's eyes widened. Even in death, he couldn't believe that he had died just like that.
Victory was clearly in his hands. Why didn't he die because of a little negligence?
Was all of this really just a coincidence?
In the eyes of others, they felt that Yang Zhennan had killed the Zhang Saint by coincidence. Otherwise, how could he have won?
The Zhang Saint's strength had skyrocketed just now. He was prepared to suppress Yang Zhennan.
"This … this dog shit luck is too amazing."
"It wasn't a coincidence just now. It might be Yang Zhennan's strange move. It's amazing."
After Yang Zhennan cleaned up, he threw a pill into his mouth and shouted while panting, "Next."
At this moment, the Yang Clan people cooperated and shouted, "Lord Zhennan, come down quickly. Don't guard the arena anymore."
"Zhennan, don't force yourself. If anything happens to you, we won't be able to explain it to the Clan Leader."
The Yang Clan's "shills" were indeed good. They were so nervous that everyone felt that Yang Zhennan was really at his wits' end.
Just as Liu Yang was about to rush up, another Saint flew up one step ahead of him.
"I'm Lu Ming. May I ask for your advice?" A dignified Lu Clan Saint landed on the arena and said faintly.
Lu Ming was the same as the Zhang Saint. He was also at the Level 5 Star Rune Realm. However, he was stronger and was almost at the Level 6 Star Rune Realm.
"Please!" When Yang Zhennan's voice fell, Lu Ming waved his three-section long staff and attacked Yang Zhennan.
The staff was like a great bell.
The staff was like a golden sun.
The Lu Clan Saint used all his strength right from the start, not giving Yang Zhennan any chance at all. He waved his staff and the shining golden staff shadow formed a golden bell, which then transformed into a golden sun, crazily suppressing Yang Zhennan.
Yang Zhennan's eyes twitched. A huge wave formed in front of him and turned into a wave wall to block the Lu Clan Saint's attack.
Bang! Bang!
Lu Ming's attack was like a hot knife through butter, directly shattering the wave wall. His staff landed on Yang Zhennan's body one after another, forcing Yang Zhennan's Black Tortoise Armor to appear.
Roar!
The Black Tortoise had become a spirit.
Only when the power of the bloodline reached a certain level, could the Spirit of the Black Tortoise be formed. Only then could it form an armor to resist Lu Ming's attack.
Yang Wu had already taught Yang Zhennan the Way of Deflection. Yang Zhennan, through his own understanding, transformed it into his own Way of Defense, which could block Lu Ming's attack.
Yang Wu, who was watching all this from afar, murmured, "Father's talent and comprehension are not inferior to mine."
All along, Yang Zhennan's limelight had been overshadowed by Yang Wu.
Even if he quietly made a name for himself as the "Spear of the South", others would think that it was because of Yang Wu that he had such a reputation. Otherwise, he would just be a nobody.
Regarding this, Yang Zhennan did not mind. As a father, he did not want to steal his son's limelight. Moreover, he knew in his heart that in front of his own strength, it was better to keep a low profile and not drag his son down.
Only when he had enough strength would he be able to help his son share some of the burden.
Therefore, he had been silently cultivating and increasing his strength, which was why he had today's achievements.
Yang Wu did not pay much attention to his father. Every time he came back, he would just have a quick chat. Only now did he realize that his father had a very high cultivation realm.
In fact, his grandfather Yang Jingtao had also unknowingly cultivated to the Star Rune Realm.
However, his grandfather did not have the heart to fight for supremacy. Instead, he was willing to stay in the clan to teach the children. He also called himself "Old Urchin" and brought up Yang Yuan and the other children. He had also made great contributions to the Yang Clan.
Since his family had all advanced to the Star Rune Realm, Yang Wu's heart was incomparably stable. In the future, if he walked on the path of immortality, he also hoped that his family would always be with him.
On the battlefield, Lu Ming's attacks did not decrease. He even used his ultimate move. Yang Zhennan's Black Tortoise Battle Armor was broken and forced to the edge of the stage. No matter who it was, Yang Zhennan would undoubtedly lose.
"Suppress you." Lu Ming seemed to have turned into a golden bell and enveloped Yang Zhennan. This majestic Murderous Gold energy was enough to turn a martial artist below the sixth level of the Star Rune Realm into a pool of blood.
Black Tortoise Doppelganger.
In the midst of the counterattack, Yang Zhennan's doppelganger appeared and caught Lu Ming off guard.
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