Chapter 133: Didn't Expect You Couldn't Last Even One Move (1/3, Requesting First Subscriptions!)

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Meng Zhangqing was stunned.

So direct?

The struggle for resources is indeed for the capable.

But not even a single word of nonsense, that is truly rare.

Moreover, looking at this person's eyes, they had been fixed on him from the start, never shifting away.

It felt like he wasn't even here for the resources.

"Fine, but I must add a condition."

Snapping back to his senses, Meng Zhangqing smiled slightly.

"What condition?"

It was Duan Hun's turn to be stunned.

Fighting, and yet there can still be conditions?

"If I win, you must agree to become my friend."

Meng Zhangqing said.

Duan Hun immediately took a deep breath.

Veins on his forehead jumped.

Compared to the nonsensical condition of becoming friends in the second half, it was the first half that made him even more furious!

'If I win'???

Does everyone now think they can beat him?

On what basis does this person have such confidence?

He is just an ordinary disciple!

Does he know who I am?

Duan Hun of the Punishment Peak!

The fourth... in the inner sect right now!

"Of course."

Duan Hun gritted his teeth, and what seemed like suppressed flames burned in his eyes.

Hearing this, Meng Zhangqing felt this person had a mental problem.

Most likely a madman.

Is there anything wrong with the condition I proposed?

Not at all.

Why is he getting angry?

"But you must use your full strength, otherwise I will be unhappy."

Duan Hun's displeasure in his heart had now reached its peak.

Once fighting starts later.

He felt he would be unable to control his restraint.

So he 'kindly' reminded him, to avoid accidentally crippling him.

"Full strength, huh."

"Fine."

Seeing Duan Hun's very serious expression, Meng Zhangqing nodded.

It seems this might be a martial arts fanatic.

For a martial arts fanatic, one must indeed go all out; that is respect for a friend.

"Qianyang Soul-Shattering Palm!"

Before Meng Zhangqing could make a move, Duan Hun took the initiative to attack.

He could no longer endure it completely.

Dark true qi surged.

It manifested into a black sun within his palm.

This is a High-grade Mystic Rank palm technique, its power is astonishing.

It is absolutely beyond what an ordinary disciple can handle.

"Fly out for me!"

Duan Hun remembered that both battles after arriving at the secret realm ended this way.

Especially that time with Shi Yao.

So he must make others taste this feeling too!

"Not a bad palm technique."

Meng Zhangqing nodded slightly.

Just this single palm meets the standard of a top inner sect genius.

An ordinary Sea Opening Realm practitioner at the third or fourth stage coming here would probably find it hard to block.

"Then, receive the sword."

Meng Zhangqing closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them.

The temperament of his entire person instantly changed drastically.

Like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed!

An boundless aura, sharp to the extreme, seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth!

Seeing this scene.

Duan Hun's 'cruel' smile almost froze on his face.

In his eyes, an expression of disbelief gradually appeared.

As a top-tier genius,

he naturally knew what this aura was!

Sword Intent!

It was Sword Intent!

But how could that be!

Even he had not yet touched it, yet this was merely an ordinary disciple of no name—how could he possess it?!

"Lingering Cold Moon!"

Just as Duan Hun fell into confusion, Meng Zhangqing drew his sword.

His two fingers formed a sword.

Countless sword lights flickered at his fingertips.

He stepped forward, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Reappearing, he was already before Duan Hun.

"Treading the Moon to Kill!"

The sword light at his fingertips was like a rainbow, its aura terrifying to the extreme, pressing Duan Hun's black hair so hard it crackled like fluttering banners.

And Duan Hun snapped back to his senses.

His expression changed abruptly.

At such a distance, there was no way to dodge; he could only choose to meet it head-on.

"Qianyang Soul-Shattering Palm!"

Duan Hun roared low!

His voice carried deep fury.

How could this be!

Why was everyone he met so strong!

Was the Inner Sect now so full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

Boom!

Palm met finger.