Under the gloomy weather, the atmosphere was incomparably stifling. A teasing sentence added some liveliness to the atmosphere, but no one dared to laugh out loud.
Moreover, the person who came was the Rose of Death. This was a female battle queen who had risen within ten years and was chasing after the War God of Death. Who dared to make fun of her? They must be tired of living.
Everyone looked at the person who spoke. Who else could it be other than Yang Wu?
After Yang Wu swallowed the Resurrection Pill, two days had passed unknowingly. If it wasn't for Li Dazui calling him outside the tent, he probably wouldn't have known that time had passed so quickly.
Thus, he didn't have time to familiarize himself with his improved state and hurriedly bathed and changed before rushing over.
"How dare you! Can't you see that the commander is here? You still dare to speak nonsense! "Wei Zhuan loudly reprimanded after seeing Yang Wu.
Yang Wu acted as if he didn't hear Wei Zhuan's words. Instead, he ran over to the Rose of Death. "Commander, I finally see you. I thought they were going to kneel to me and I was rejecting it in my heart. Now that I see you, I'm relieved."
After hearing Yang Wu's words, everyone couldn't take it anymore.
"Yang Wu, you're shameless! I've never seen someone as thick-skinned as you. "
"Yang Wu, you'll be struck by lightning if you play dumb like this. If you have the ability, hurry up and challenge the stage. You'll definitely die a horrible death."
"Commander, this can't be tolerated. He's simply not putting you in his eyes. Just kill him."
"Is there something wrong with this guy? He dares to joke in front of the commander. Is he tired of living?"
… …
Everyone thought that Yang Wu's brain had gone haywire. He actually dared to make fun of the Rose of Death again. This was definitely courting death.
Just when everyone thought that the Rose of Death would teach Yang Wu a lesson, they heard the Rose of Death say, "If you can defeat them one against eight, I don't mind making you the vice commander."
This time, everyone was completely stunned.
Even the cold-faced adjutant who was closer to the Rose of Death was shocked. He didn't expect the Rose of Death to say such words.
If it was in the past, who would dare to say such a thing? At best, they would be severely injured, and at worst, they would die.
Now, they actually treated Yang Wu differently and even offered him the position of vice commander on the spot. Was this too crazy?
Could it be that they were having an affair?
As soon as this thought popped up in their minds, they quickly put it away.
If he accidentally let the cat out of the bag, he would definitely be dead.
"Okay, that's what you said!" Yang Wu instantly said seriously.
"Of course, my valiant generals are no match for you. It's not too much for you to be the vice commander and teach them a lesson." The Rose of Death nodded and said seriously. She paused for a moment before adding, "If you lose, they can blast you into minced meat. I definitely won't interfere."
The eight people on the stage were relieved after hearing the Rose of Death's words.
Originally, they were worried that the Rose of Death was here to support Yang Wu. Now, it seemed that wasn't the case. She probably felt that Yang Wu was bound to lose, so she didn't immediately punish him.
"I'm so scared. Didn't we agree to stop after a certain point?" Yang Wu said weakly as he shrunk his body.
"Yang Wu, it's too late for you to be scared now. Hurry up and accept your death." Wei Zhuan had a big mouth and once again shouted at Yang Wu.
"Don't dawdle. The sooner we finish this, the sooner we leave," Zhou Yong said coldly as he hugged his sword.
"What's the rush? Are you afraid that this commander, no, this vice commander will run away?" Yang Wu puffed out his chest and pretended to be calm.
The Rose of Death didn't have time to listen to Yang Wu's chatter and immediately announced, "The challenge begins immediately. Life or death!"
Dong dong!
It wasn't clear who started to beat the drum, but the deafening sound echoed throughout the surroundings, causing the atmosphere to instantly become tense.
"Come, I already can't wait to become the vice commander." Yang Wu raised his head and revealed an extremely confident expression.
The Rose of Death sat on a seat that a servant brought over. Her exposed pair of beautiful eyes just happened to catch Yang Wu's confident expression. Her heart couldn't help but jump a few times. "Why do I value him so much? Could it be that I've fallen for him? "
After Yang Wu went onto the stage, Wan Lanxin rushed over with Little Man. She shouted, "Little Brother Wu, you can do it."
Wan Lanxin wore armor and rode on a leopard. She had a heroic aura and attracted the gazes of most of the men. Many of them even made swallowing motions as if they wanted to skin her alive and swallow her.
As for Little Man, who was following beside her, she was like an ugly duckling. No one paid too much attention to her existence. They didn't notice how bright and moving her eyes were. Under that layer of dark things, there was a startling face hidden.
"Young Master, you can do it!" Little Man silently prayed in her heart.
Recently, Little Man had a dream every night. She dreamt that she became a princess and was supported by countless people. She returned to the place where she originally belonged and the distance between her and Yang Wu became more and more distant. It was as if they were eternally separated and became people from two different worlds. Every time she dreamt of this, she would cry and wake up. She didn't want to be a princess, she only wanted to be a maid by the young master's side.
Yan Mingzheng also came. He brought a group of scouts to cheer for Yang Wu. He shouted, "Brother Yang Wu, Big Brother supports you in beating them down. I've already asked people to bring over ten jars of good wine. Tonight, we'll celebrate with you."
Yan Mingzheng truly wanted to befriend Yang Wu as a brother. Even if his uncle told him to stay away from Yang Wu, he didn't take it to heart.
Yang Wu was his benefactor, and he couldn't be an ungrateful person.
Yang Wu stood on the stage and looked at the people who came to support him. His heart was incomparably satisfied. He clutched his chest and secretly said, "In my life, I will never let the people who care about me get hurt again."
"Yang Wu, die!" Wei Zhuan was the first to impatiently rush towards Yang Wu. He urged his Hairy Ox to run. The Hairy Ox was an Intermediate Demon General. Its momentum was incomparably tyrannical. It was enough to break through a mountain rock.
Everyone else was staring at this scene. They all wanted to see if Yang Wu was as powerful as the legends said. He could blow up a top Demon General with a single punch.
Yang Wu calmly looked at the charging Hairy Ox. His eyes revealed an unclear and indescribable feeling. When the Hairy Ox came close, he suddenly shouted, "Get down!"
This voice was like a clap of thunder. It was extremely intimidating.
This was especially true for the hairy cow. It felt an invincible force sweeping towards it, just like the kings it had encountered before. The aura was like a mountain crushing down on it, causing its entire body to be filled with fear. It couldn't even muster up the slightest bit of fighting spirit to provoke it.
Bang!
The Hairy Ox's figure came to a sudden stop. Its four limbs were twisted together. Its huge body rolled on the ground. Wei Zhuan, who was sitting on the Hairy Ox, didn't expect this to happen. He fell off the Hairy Ox. However, he reacted quickly. When his body was about to touch the ground, he smashed the ground with his weapon. Borrowing the force, he flipped over and stood up.
Everyone looked at the rolling Hairy Ox and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They were still waiting for it to test Yang Wu's strength. Why did it roll on the ground first?
"Bastard, Hairy, what the hell are you doing!" Wei Zhuan gloomily shouted at the Hairy Ox that was rolling on the ground.
Moo moo!
The Hairy Ox lay on the ground and repeatedly let out anxious cries. Its body had already turned into a ball and it couldn't stand up at all.
"Hairy, you made me look bad. Just you wait. After I'm done with this brat, I'll come back and beat you!" Wei Zhuan didn't have time to pay attention to the Hairy Ox. He wanted to save face. Holding the large saber in his hand, he once again ran towards Yang Wu, intending to kill Yang Wu.
However, someone was faster than him. He was like a gust of wind, sweeping past him. A cloud of dust flew up. He had no choice but to narrow his eyes. Just as he was about to curse, he immediately shut up when he saw the other party make a move.
The Twelve Swords of Wind Chasing!
Among the eight commanders, Zhou Yong was the most skilled in using the sword. Moreover, he was the only one who could cultivate the Twelve Swords of Wind Chasing to perfection and derive the thirteenth sword.
His move was a perfect sword move. Twelve sword sparks scattered, covering every vital point of Yang Wu. He wanted to pierce Yang Wu into a beehive.
Zhou Yong had the strength of a high-level General, but this sword move was enough to threaten any top-level General.
He was confident that Yang Wu definitely wouldn't be able to escape his attack.
However, just as his sword light was about to fall on Yang Wu, Yang Wu quickly took two steps back and at the same time, drew his sword and stabbed out.
Whoosh, whoosh!
In an instant, twelve sword lights that were like wind blades surged out at the same time, completely blocking Zhou Yong's twelve swords.
It was also a perfect Twelve Swords of Wind Chasing, and it was practically invulnerable.
"I also know the Twelve Swords of Wind Chasing!" Yang Wu lazily replied.
"Is that so? Then have a taste of this sword move of mine! " After Zhou Yong replied, the sword move in his hand suddenly changed. Originally, one sword had split into twelve swords, but these twelve swords suddenly merged into one, becoming a single sword. And this sword move was like an antelope hanging its horn, surpassing the Twelve Swords of Wind Chasing. It was also the Thirteen Swords of Wind Chasing that he had comprehended and created.
This sword move's change was extremely sudden, and the angle of attack was also extremely tricky, making it impossible to guard against.
The surrounding people were amazed by this. This was really a perfect sword move.
Just as Zhou Yong's sword was about to land on Yang Wu's vital point, Yang Wu casually swung the sword in his hand, blocking Zhou Yong's sword in an instant.
"What!" Zhou Yong exclaimed.
The sword move that had always been successful actually failed in front of Yang Wu.
"Your sword move is not bad, but it's a pity that you're too slow!" After Yang Wu calmly replied, he once again thrust out the sword in his hand. It was a very calm sword move, but in an instant, it reached Zhou Yong's wrist and directly cut Zhou Yong's sword-wielding hand.
Hiss!
Zhou Yong felt pain. After sucking in a breath of cold air, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Without a sword, Zhou Yong was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. There was no need to fear him.
"You've lost!" Yang Wu said to Zhou Yong, not wanting to kill him to the end.
Just as he finished speaking, a powerful sword light that emitted dense Profound Qi had already slashed towards him from behind.
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