Chapter 108: Strike! Sharp edge revealed!

Just at this moment.

In the evil cult camp, an old man with a withered face suddenly leaped and rushed toward the central high platform.

Then he stood steadily in the center of the battle stage.

"Let this battle be started by me."

The old man looked at the many government experts with cold eyes and revealed the number in his hand.

It was strikingly a blood-red "1".

Seeing this, many experts off-stage had their eyes tighten.

"This person is named Ning Shiqiong, skilled in a unique claw technique. His strength is not weak among Blood Transmutation peak experts."

Zhao Changyun explained softly to the people around him.

"I will be careful."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in white walked out, revealed the number in his hand, and his expression was quite grave.

The other party was a Blood Transmutation peak martial artist from the Demon Subduing Office named Feng Zishuo, skilled in sword techniques, and quite famous within the Demon Subduing Office.

It could be considered a clash of strong against strong with the evil cult old man.

Feng Zishuo carried a long sword, leaped, and rushed toward the battle stage rapidly.

Then he landed steadily not far in front of Ning Shiqiong.

The great battle between the two sides began directly.

"Boom, boom, boom……"

Both men exerted their Qi and blood to the limit, and a powerful momentum pressed down toward the other.

Neither side held back, both wanting to gain the upper hand in the clash of auras.

"Sizzle……"

Violent winds surged around, blowing their robes and making flapping sounds.

The onlookers all stared fixedly at the two on the stage.

This first battle was particularly crucial, concerning the morale of both sides going forward.

Even many martial artists on the city wall looked at the battle stage with grave expressions.

Conversely, many evil cult experts were full of confidence, as if this battle was a guaranteed win.

Mo Xueyou also had the look of someone watching a good show.

To stage this play, he had racked his brains, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

"Kill."

Just at this moment, the momentum of both sides had already reached its peak.

Feng Zishuo struck first, his sword thrusting forward as fast as thunder.

"Sizzle……"

The sword Qi rubbed against the void, emitting a harsh, shrill sound, its momentum quite extraordinary.

"Die."

Ning Shiqiong was not to be outdone, his claw reaching forward.

The pitch-black sharp claw emitted a thick murderous aura in the void, as if evil ghosts were roaring within it.

"Boom, boom, boom……"

Both sides collided violently, and the intense Qi energy swept in all directions, carving gullies into the ground like spiderwebs.

After one strike.

Ning Shiqiong stood steadily in place, while Feng Zishuo retreated several meters.

In their first exchange, Feng Zishuo was clearly at a disadvantage.

Seeing this, many government martial artists tightened their expressions, a sense of foreboding in their hearts.

In terms of raw strength, Feng Zishuo was still a notch below the other party.

A group of evil cult experts looked at the government side with smug faces.

"Bang, bang, bang……"

At this moment, the two sides clashed again on the battle stage.

Energy splashed wantonly, kicking up bursts of dust and smoke, making it hard to see clearly.

As time passed.

Feng Zishuo was gradually at a disadvantage, but he was still fighting desperately.

Under these circumstances, although Ning Shiqiong held the upper hand, it was difficult to kill the other party.

Seeing this, Zhao Changyun and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

For the first battle, as long as they could fight to a draw, they could accept it.

Many martial artists on the city wall also felt relieved.

Lu Changsheng, however, looked at the two fighting with a grave expression.

He suspected that Mo Xueyou must have a backup plan; having gone to such lengths, it couldn't just be to compete with them in one match.

Just as both sides had different thoughts, an unexpected change occurred.

"Shoo……"

Ning Shiqiong suddenly sneered, and a blood-red thin needle flew out from his sleeve, shooting toward Feng Zishuo's chest.

Bursts of blood-evil aura permeated the entire field.

"Not good, it's the Blood Evil God Needle."

Feng Zishuo's expression changed drastically.

This needle was refined from a large amount of essence blood, and when activated, its speed was extremely fast, making it impossible to guard against.

He was already at a disadvantage, fully defending against the other party's attacks.

Facing the suddenly appearing hidden weapon, he was unable to block it, and a sense of death surged into his heart, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He could only struggle to avoid his heart and dodge to the side.

"Ah……"

Accompanied by a scream, the needle shadow quickly disappeared into Feng Zishuo's body.

Immediately after, Feng Zishuo's face turned extremely pale, and he fell toward the battle stage.

Then he fell heavily to the ground.

Everything happened too suddenly, and Zhao Changyun and the others only then reacted.

They looked at Mo Xueyou and his group with faces full of anger.

It was as if flames were about to erupt from their eyes.

"You actually cheated."

Cold light surged in Zhao Changyun's eyes.

"In a life-and-death battle, no one said hidden weapons couldn't be used."

Mo Xueyou spread his hands and replied with an indifferent expression.

Many evil cultists around also looked at Zhao Changyun and his group with playful expressions.

The government side gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, unable to refute.

These evil cult experts were indeed as cunning as foxes.

On the city wall, many martial artists also looked at the surroundings of the ring with a sense of grievance.

Losing the first battle caused morale to drop significantly.

Even the expressions of Yue Shulan and Tong Yuhua and the others appeared somewhat dejected.

Mo Xueyou and his group of evil cultists were truly too cruel.

At this moment, two government martial artists carried Feng Zishuo over.

Lu Changsheng looked closely.

He saw that dark red streaks had already risen on the other party's face, and there wasn't a single wound on his chest.

Quite bizarre.

"This kind of Blood Evil Needle melts upon entering the body; Brother Feng's situation is likely not optimistic."

Zhao Changyun's tone was extremely cold.

Martial artists who had been hit by such insidious hidden weapons in the past either died on the spot or had their bodies eroded by the evil aura, their martial paths crippled; it was extremely vicious.

"Lord Feng, you concede."

At this moment, the old man on the stage cupped his hands mockingly, his face full of sarcasm.

Then he jumped off the stage and returned to Mo Xueyou's side.

"Well done."

Mo Xueyou smiled faintly, a trace of appreciation in his eyes.

Hehe……

Ning Shiqiong smiled, quite pleased with himself.

Many evil cult experts around began to flatter him one after another.

"Brother Ning is truly powerful……"

"Pfft……"

Seeing this, Feng Zishuo's face turned black, and after spitting out a mouthful of black blood, he passed out.

Many government experts looked at Mo Xueyou and the others with murderous intent.

"Let's start the second match."

Mo Xueyou stood with his hands behind his back, not caring about the gazes of the crowd.

As soon as his voice fell, a middle-aged man in black beside Mo Xueyou leaped and jumped into the center of the battle stage.

He held a bright silver hammer, his eyes like lightning, his muscles extremely robust, and a rolling murderous aura surrounded him, carrying a powerful momentum.

At this moment, a person also walked out beside Zhao Changyun, holding a long sword, his eyes cold.

This person was also a Blood Transmutation peak martial artist.

"That evil cult expert is named Tan Zhiguang, famous throughout Changping County for his strength. You must be careful."

Zhao Changyun whispered a warning, his face quite worried.

Losing the first battle had increased the pressure on everyone.

"Hmm."

Yan Canyang nodded with a grave expression.

He had also heard of the other party's reputation; he had tortured and killed many Blood Transmutation experts and was extremely cruel, so naturally, he dared not be careless.

Not to mention that this person might be carrying some kind of insidious hidden weapon.

In this battle, he had no confidence in his heart.

Subsequently, Yan Canyang leaped, jumped into a corner of the battle stage, and stared coldly at Tan Zhiguang.

"Die."

Tan Zhiguang didn't waste words and attacked immediately.

He used his full strength from the start.

He swung the bright silver hammer and smashed it toward Yan Canyang.

Even in the air, there were bursts of whistling sounds, and the pressure was extremely astonishing.

"Kill." Yan Canyang also raised the long sword in his hand and charged directly.

Sharp Qi energy traveled through the void, its momentum quite extraordinary.

The great battle between the two sides erupted in an instant.

"Boom, boom, boom……"

Violent collision sounds echoed through the clouds, and the entire battle stage ground seemed to have been plowed, with sword marks crisscrossing, a complete mess.

Just as they clashed, Yan Canyang fell into a disadvantage.

He not only had to be careful of the hidden weapon the other party might activate at any time but also had to withstand the other party's full-force attack.

He appeared quite constrained.

Zhao Changyun and the others looked at the stage with nervous expressions.

If they lost the second match as well, they would be down two experts.

If Mo Xueyou were to launch an attack immediately, they might not be able to withstand it.

Thinking of this, a shadow rose in everyone's hearts.

Tong Yuhua and the others on the city wall also looked at the battle stage ahead with nervous expressions.

Lu Changsheng stared quietly at the two fighting on the stage, and in his heart, he didn't think highly of Yan Canyang.

This person's strength was only barely enough to withstand Tan Zhiguang; if there were an "accident," he feared……

The subsequent development was indeed as he expected.

As time passed, Yan Canyang gradually found himself in dangerous situations.

Half an hour later.

Tan Zhiguang gave a ferocious smile, swallowed the "Blood Pill" hidden in his throat, and then fully activated his secret technique.

A powerful Qi and blood surged from his body, causing his momentum to skyrocket instantly.

He seized the opportunity and smashed down with his hammer.

Like Mount Tai pressing down, it carried a fierce and peerless pressure.

"Not good."

Yan Canyang was full of fear and hurriedly activated the essence blood in his body, thrusting his sword forward.

A bright cold gleam flickered at the tip of the sword.

This move, in his haste, was already his limit.

"Boom, boom, boom……"

Violent collision sounds echoed through the entire field, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, Yan Canyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew backward off the stage.

Then he fell heavily to the ground and passed out.

All of this happened in an instant.

No one expected the situation to turn so sharply, and in the blink of an eye, Yan Canyang had been defeated.

"You concede."

Tan Zhiguang looked smug, then jumped off the stage and returned to Mo Xueyou's side.

He also chose not to challenge again.

That move just now was also quite a burden for him.

"Haha…… Brother Tan is powerful."

A group of evil cult experts were full of joy; winning another match made them quite excited.

Seeing this, Zhao Changyun and the many other government experts had grim expressions, and the atmosphere on the field was extremely grave.

For a time, the morale of the entire government side fell to rock bottom.

At this moment, Zhao Changyun and the others even regretted rashly agreeing to the other party's ring battle.

"You have already lost two matches in a row. According to the rules, I will slaughter a batch of civilians."

Mo Xueyou gave a cruel smile and clapped his hands.

A group of commoners, like livestock, were pressed to the ground with despair on their faces, while many evil cultists behind them held large blades, their faces full of bloodthirst.

Among them were even many women and children; there was no light left in their eyes.

Many government martial artists looked at Mo Xueyou and the others with murderous intent.

Clearly, the other party wanted to use this method to strike at their morale.

Lu Changsheng's expression was also extremely cold.

Even if a final battle broke out now, they were down two experts and might not be able to defeat the other party.

"Execute."

Following Mo Xueyou's order.

Many evil cultists raised their blades and slashed toward the large number of civilians on the ground.

"Ah……"

Screams rang out, and a large amount of blood sprayed out, like a living hell.

Immediately after, this group of evil cultists actually took out a bowl and began to collect the essence blood on the spot.

These people were simply insane.

Killing people and taking blood to refine pills—their movements were incredibly practiced.

Clearly, such scenes were already commonplace.

In troubled times, human life was not even as valuable as livestock.

Lu Changsheng's heart was filled with murderous intent; these people could no longer be called human.

They had completely turned into lackeys of the evil spirits, their minds filled only with thoughts of transforming into demonic bodies to increase their lifespans.

The entire scene revealed an extremely tragic atmosphere.

Yue Shulan and the other women on the city wall also felt a chill throughout their bodies.

If they were caught, their fate would likely be even worse.

The essence blood of martial artists was much more sought after than that of commoners.

"Good, now let's start the third match."

Mo Xueyou stood with his hands behind his back, smiling coldly.

After speaking, a middle-aged man in yellow robes walked out.

This person held a long blade, his eyes sharp, and his aura was quite impressive.

Shangguan Jinghong leaped and then landed steadily in the center of the battle stage.

He scanned the government crowd, his face full of contempt.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng walked out of the camp slowly, his expression as calm as water.

"This person is skilled in fast blade techniques, and his speed is extremely fast. Brother Ye must be very careful."

Zhao Changyun warned with a grave expression.

They had already lost two matches in a row, and this match was crucial.

Although he had quite a bit of confidence in this "Ye Chen"—after all, being able to retreat unscathed from Mo Xueyou meant he certainly wasn't weak.

However, without having seen "Ye Chen" take action, he remained somewhat uneasy.

Many government martial artists around also looked at Lu Changsheng with anticipation.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, I will be careful."

Lu Changsheng nodded with a smile, then leaped and rushed toward the high platform.

The violent wind blew his white robe, making flapping sounds.

As his long hair danced, he appeared extremely free and easy.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Changsheng arrived not far from the other party, landed steadily on the ground, and a momentum like a mountain range spontaneously arose.

"I heard your blade is fast? I'd like to try and see who is faster."

Shangguan Jinghong gave a cruel smile, murderous intent surging in his eyes.

Clearly, he had also collected intelligence on the government experts.

However, he didn't think much of this Ye Chen.

He had always used his fast blade to run rampant throughout Changping County.

It was no wonder he was arrogant; among the group of Blood Transmutation peak martial artists in the county, he had never lost due to speed.

Although Mo Xueyou had repeatedly warned him to be careful of this person, he felt the other party was exaggerating.

Many evil cultists off-stage were also full of confidence.

Shangguan Jinghong was skilled in fast blade techniques, which happened to counter this martial artist named Ye Chen.

In this battle, the other party was doomed.

They were about to win the third match.

On the city wall, Yue Shulan and the others also looked at the battle stage with worry.

"This Lord Ye's style is quite similar to Brother Lu's, but his speed is more than ten times faster……"

Yue Shulan whispered.

"If Lord Lu could have half his strength, it would be enough to run rampant in Changping County."

Xiao Chao on the side also agreed fully.

Just as everyone was discussing, the battle on the field erupted instantly.

"Woo woo……"

The momentum of both men erupted suddenly, a surge of essence Qi shooting into the clouds, pressing down toward the other.

Black clouds covered the top, violent winds whistled, and the scene was extremely oppressive.

Lu Changsheng activated his Golden Body Technique to the limit, his momentum surging toward the other party like ocean waves.

Gradually, he firmly suppressed Shangguan Jinghong.

This was still without him activating his secret technique; otherwise, his strength would have increased by another notch.

"So strong."

Shangguan Jinghong was full of shock.

This kind of momentum was not much less than that madman Mo Xueyou.

He couldn't help but start to become vigilant in his heart.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow; this person was indeed worthy of his name.

However, he still had quite a bit of confidence in himself.

Strong momentum didn't mean fast speed.

Many evil cultists off-stage also revealed surprise.

The other party's strength was somewhat beyond everyone's imagination.

Among the many Blood Transmutation peak experts present, apart from Mo Xueyou and a few others, no one could say they could steadily defeat this Ye Chen.

This level of strength was already that of an expert in Changping County.

Many government martial artists also revealed a trace of confidence on their faces.

In this battle, they had a great hope of winning.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 109 =====