In an inconspicuous corner of the challenge platform, a young man was watching the battle unblinkingly.
This young man was none other than Xu Xiaoqiang, who had come to the Barbarian Suppression Army with Yang Wu.
The current Xu Xiaoqiang was completely different from before. He was wearing a black martial robe with a cloak hanging from his back. His face was suffused with a black murderous aura, giving off an unapproachable feeling.
Now, Xu Xiaoqiang had actually broken through to the General Realm in just a short month. This speed of improvement could not be said to be slow.
He was already a centurion in the Battle Tiger Battalion, and was one of the best of the latest generation.
He had obtained the Brand of Death, and was expected to become the new King of Death. Therefore, the Battle Tiger Battalion had given him special support, which allowed him to break through to the General Realm so quickly.
Originally, after reaching such a realm, as long as he fought steadily and surely, there would not be any problems. However, he discovered that the Brand of Death had a great hidden danger. He could not control the Brand of Death, and could not help but want to kill people and absorb the aura of death. Only in this way could he improve his strength extremely quickly.
He knew that he had already embarked on a path of no return, and could only walk all the way to the end. As his realm improved, he obtained great glory, and ignored the hidden danger.
It would not be long before he could obtain glory, splendor, and wealth at his fingertips. However, Yang Wu was like a lingering spirit, appearing in front of him once again. Moreover, Yang Wu had become a Deputy Commander earlier than him, causing him to feel extremely unbalanced.
He had originally looked down on Yang Wu and the skinny monkey-like figure. Although he had once wanted to treat them as friends, Yang Wu's excellence had caused him to feel a deep sense of jealousy. He could not accept that a mere prison slave was stronger than him in every aspect, and was even liked by his young lady, Wan Lanxin. What he wanted to do was to surpass them, to stand above them, to prove that he was nobler than them and more outstanding than them.
However, Yang Wu's strength had viciously hurt him once again. He looked at Yang Wu on the challenge platform with a deep sense of jealousy in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Yang Wu, you're just a prison slave, and you want to make a comeback? It won't be that easy. I'll definitely make you lose all standing and reputation again, and trample you beneath my feet!"
Yang Wu naturally did not know that Xu Xiaoqiang held a grudge against him. He was currently using Chen Jianshi to practice his swordsmanship.
The Twelve Swords of Wind Chasing, each move stronger than the last. When one could stab out twelve times in a row, one would reach the perfect stage.
After meditating in the Divine Court and practicing with Deng Shuangmao and the others, Yang Wu had already consolidated at the proficient stage. It would not be so easy for him to reach the advanced stage, but with Little Hei's guidance, the combination of meditation and practice could speed up his comprehension. He was now ready to give it a try and see if it was effective.
At this moment, the mnemonic of the Twelve Swords of Wind Chasing flashed through the flower bud in his Divine Court. It seemed that a figure was practicing the swordsmanship, and his body attacked according to the practice.
One move!
Two moves!
Three moves!
…
Every move had a different change, and the sword light turned from rusty to skillful. The strange scriptures in his Divine Court were connecting every part of his body, and he tried his best to practice the Divine Court to a perfect fit with his body.
The sense of enlightenment continued to rise, and his comprehension ability was definitely several times higher than usual.
"You want to use me to practice your swordsmanship? It's not that easy!" Chen Jianshi roared in dissatisfaction as he kept blocking Yang Wu's attacks with his strong arms.
Then, he pulled out the double axes on his back and swung them at Yang Wu.
Chen Jianshi's attacks were wide open, and every swing of his axe was powerful and heavy. It was not much worse than using Qi.
It was because of this ability that Chen Jianshi wanted to challenge the rod monster.
Yang Wu's Spirit Snake Sword was repeatedly shaken away by his double axes.
Yang Wu did not care. He entered a mysterious state of perception. His body moved like a snake, avoiding the important and dwelling on the trivial. His sword momentum became faster and faster, and even Chen Jianshi could not block it.
"The Wind Chasing Sword must have the feeling of chasing the wind. It must be fast, as fast as possible!" Yang Wu muttered to himself. His sword-wielding arm swung out repeatedly, and his body moved in coordination. Every corner, there would be several swords stabbing out at the same time. People could only vaguely catch the sword flowers, and it was impossible to see how many sword lights there were.
The more Chen Jianshi fought, the more depressed he became. His speed could not keep up with Yang Wu's, and he could only passively endure. He was like a wooden stake, being brutally stabbed. If not for his thick skin and flesh, he would have become a sieve.
However, he knew very well that Yang Wu was not using all his strength. Otherwise, no matter how thick his skin and flesh were, he would be stabbed.
Sure enough, when Yang Wu's sword momentum became faster and faster, he could no longer bear it. Blood spurted out from many places on his body, and he screamed involuntarily.
Eight stabs in one breath!
This was the stage of the Twelve Wind Chasing Swords.
"I don't want to fight anymore, I admit defeat!" Chen Jianshi finally could not bear it any longer, and with a sullen appearance, he opened his mouth to surrender.
Yang Wu had not fought to his heart's content, so he suddenly stopped. Without any reason, he said, "How can you admit defeat? You haven't lost yet. You should still have the strength to fight back. Come, come, let's continue."
After saying this, Yang Wu raised his sword and chased after Chen Jianshi again. Chen Jianshi could not bear it any longer. He cried out in alarm, "You madman, I have already admitted defeat. If you continue to attack me, then it will be against the rules."
He was suggesting Yang Wu, but his body quickly jumped off the stage. He was afraid that he would be stabbed again by Yang Wu if he was a bit slower.
Many of the onlooking soldiers gasped in amazement as they watched.
Yang Wu was not only good at fist and palm techniques, but even his sword skills were so strong. Could he still play around?
Yang Wu looked at Chen Jianshi with a bitter gaze and said, "You are too unprincipled. Didn't you just want to beat me before you went down?"
Chen Jianshi shivered. He did not look back as he left the crowd. He quickly left as he muttered in his heart, "I must be crazy to challenge this fellow."
He could feel that Yang Wu had just comprehended the Twelve Wind Chasing Swords to the Large Success stage. He was afraid that if they continued fighting, Yang Wu would enter the perfect stage. This was a terrifying little monster.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?" Yang Wu asked the surrounding soldiers.
Many of the soldiers did not speak, and no one dared to challenge the stage. The rod monster and Chen Jianshi were examples of what had happened, so no one dared to challenge him.
The winner of the challenge stage would receive a corresponding amount of merit points, and the loser would also have their merit points deducted. It was not as simple as going up or down as one wished.
"I will only use the Twelve Wind Chasing Swords to spar with everyone. Who is a sword expert? Let's have a spar." Yang Wu shouted again.
This time, someone finally jumped up and shouted, "I, Fast Sword Zuo Zongtang, will spar with you."
Zuo Zongtang was a fast swordsman who had cultivated the Twelve Wind Chasing Swords to the Large Success stage. He was a sergeant in the Battle Dragon Palace. His battle strength might not be as good as Chen Jianshi's, but he was definitely a first class expert with the sword.
On the battle skill stage, only sword skills were used, and no profound qi was used. Zuo Zongtang was not afraid to spar with Yang Wu.
"Good, Zuo Zongchang, you are very good. This commander will remember you." Yang Wu shouted excitedly, and then raised his sword to fight with Zuo Zongtang.
Yang Wu suppressed his pure strength and used his sword skills to spar with Zuo Zongtang.
Zuo Zongtang did not want to be able to beat Yang Wu off the stage. He hoped that by sparring with Yang Wu, he could gain more from the Twelve Wind Chasing Swords.
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! The two of them clashed again and again. Sword Qi kept splashing, and the crisp sound kept ringing.
Both of them had reached the Large Success stage of the Twelve Wind Chasing Swords, but Zuo Zongtang was more adept at using it than Yang Wu. In the beginning, he still had the upper hand, but not long after, Yang Wu was able to be on par with him. Both of them could stab with their swords nine times. Each stab was very fast, and the path of their swords was completely different. However, the tips of their swords could collide again and again, and it was very intense.
The Twelve Wind Chasing Swords was the General Realm. It was difficult for those with poor comprehension to learn it, and those who could cultivate it to the Large Success stage were considered extraordinary.
Many sword cultivators stared at the two people on the challenge platform, hoping to find some opportunity to help their swordsmanship reach a higher level.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Zuo Zongtang was stabbed ten times by Yang Wu, and his wrist was scratched. His sword fell to the ground, and he was defeated.
"Vice Commander Yang's sword skills are amazing. Zongtang is ashamed of his inferiority!" Zuo Zongtang admitted his defeat wholeheartedly.
"Well said, well said!" Yang Wu replied politely, and then asked Zuo Zongtang, "Can you challenge multiple people at the same time on this stage?"
"You don't know the rules of the stage?" Zuo Zongtang asked in surprise.
Yang Wu looked embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head and said, "I came too quickly, so I didn't have time to understand."
Zuo Zongtang looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "For the sake of fairness, the stage is usually one versus one. Of course, there are special exceptions. The successful challenger can allow multiple people to challenge him at the same time, but not many people dare to do so under these circumstances."
"It's fine as long as it's fine!" Yang Wu said with a smile. Then he shouted to the people below the stage, "This commander will challenge ten people at once. I welcome everyone to challenge me. Don't miss this opportunity."
As soon as Yang Wu's words fell, it immediately caused a stir.
Coincidentally, some of the vice commanders of the various military camps who heard the news and came over showed extremely mocking expressions when they heard this. They cursed under their breaths.
Infantry Camp Vice Commander Ge Changzheng sneered, "This tone is really too arrogant. The younger generation will surpass us in time!"
Battle Tiger Camp's Vice Commander Jiang Gangqiang said with a light smile, "Looks like the sudden promotion this time has made this kid forget himself. Does he really think that his battle skills have reached the acme of perfection?"
Heavy Armor Camp's Nan Runan also walked over and said faintly, "I feel that he wants to perfect the Twelve Wind Chasing Swords under this kind of pressure, but he's too hasty. He's wasting a great achievement."
"If this kid can still win, then this commander's name will be written upside down!" Battle Dragon Camp's Hong Yilong said from the side.
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