Chapter 108: Take action! Sharpness fully revealed!

Just at this moment.

In the heretic cult camp, an old man with a face like withered wood suddenly leaped, rushing toward the central high platform.

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

"Let This Seat start this battle."

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, the many experts off-stage had their eyes tighten.

"This person is named Ning Shiqiong, skilled in a strange claw technique. His strength is not weak among Blood Exchange Perfection experts."

Zhao Zhangyun explained softly to the people around him.

"I will be careful."

At this time, a middle-aged man in white clothes walked out, and after revealing the number in his hand, his expression was quite solemn.

The other party was precisely a Blood Exchange Perfection martial artist of the Demon-Suppressing Division, named Feng Zishuo, skilled in sword technique, and quite famous within the Demon-Suppressing Division.

It could be considered a clash of strong against strong with that heretic cult old man.

Feng Zishuo carried a long sword, leaped, and quickly rushed toward the battle platform.

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

The great battle between the two sides began directly.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The two exerted their Qi and Blood to the full, a powerful momentum pressing down toward the other party.

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

"Zzz..."

Violent wind surged all around, blowing the robes of the two, emitting a flapping sound.

The onlookers all around stared at the two on the field without blinking.

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

Even the many martial artists on the city wall looked at the battle platform with solemn faces.

Conversely, the many heretic cult experts were all full of confidence, as if this battle was a sure win.

Mo Xueyou also had the expression of watching a good show.

In order to stage this play, he had racked his brains, and now it was time to harvest.

"Kill."

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

Feng Zishuo took the lead, thrusting his sword forward as fast as a thunderbolt.

"Zzz..."

The sword Qi rubbed against the void, emitting a piercing screech, the momentum quite extraordinary.

"Die."

Ning Shiqiong was not to be outdone, extending a claw forward.

The pitch-black sharp claws emitted a thick baleful aura in the void, as if evil ghosts were roaring within them.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The two sides collided fiercely, the violent energy sweeping in all directions, carving gullies into the ground, like a spider web.

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, the many government martial artists had their expressions tighten, a bad premonition rising in their hearts.

In terms of hard strength, Feng Zishuo was still a notch inferior to the other party.

A group of heretic cult experts looked at the government people with faces full of smugness.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

At this time, the two sides on the battle platform clashed again.

Energy splashed wantonly, kicking up bursts of dust, making it difficult to see clearly.

As time passed.

Feng Zishuo was gradually at a disadvantage, but he was still fighting with all his might.

According to this situation, although Ning Shiqiong occupied the upper hand, it was difficult to kill the other party.

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

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

The many martial artists on the city wall also put their hearts at ease.

Lu Zhangsheng, however, looked at the two fighting with a solemn face.

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

Just when 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 Divine Needle."

Feng Zishuo's expression changed abruptly.

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 resisting the other party's attacks.

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

He could only struggle to avoid his heart, dodging to the side.

"Ah..."

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

Immediately following, Feng Zishuo's face was extremely pale, and he fell toward the battle platform.

Then he fell heavily to the ground.

Everything happened too suddenly; Zhao Zhangyun and the others only then reacted.

They looked at Mo Xueyou's group with faces full of anger.

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

"You actually cheated."

Cold light surged in Zhao Zhangyun's eyes.

"In a life-and-death battle, it wasn't said that hidden weapons couldn't be used."

Mo Xueyou spread his hands, answering with an indifferent face.

The many heretic cultists all around also looked at Zhao Zhangyun's group with faces full of mockery.

The government people gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and were unable to speak a rebuttal.

These heretic cult experts were indeed as cunning as foxes.

On the city wall, the many martial artists also looked around the arena with faces full of grievance.

Losing the first battle caused morale to drop quite a bit.

Even the faces of Yue Shulan and Tong Yuhua and the others appeared somewhat low.

Mo Xueyou's group of heretic cultists were simply too brutal.

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

Lu Zhangsheng looked closely.

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

Quite eerie.

"This kind of blood-evil needle dissolves upon entering the body. Brother Feng's situation is likely not optimistic."

Zhao Zhangyun's tone was extremely cold.

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

"Lord Feng, you concede."

At this time, the old man on the stage cupped his hands in a pretentious manner, his face full of mockery.

Subsequently, 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 self-satisfied.

The many heretic cult experts all around began to flatter him one after another.

"Brother Ning is indeed powerful..."

"Pfft..."

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

The many government experts looked at Mo Xueyou and the others with faces full of killing intent.

"Next, let's start the second match."

Mo Xueyou stood with his hands behind his back, not caring about everyone's gazes in the slightest.

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

Holding a bright silver giant hammer, his eyes like lightning, his muscles extremely robust, his whole body's baleful aura rolling, carrying a powerful momentum.

At this time, a person also walked out from beside Zhao Zhangyun, holding a long sword, his eyes cold and stern.

This person was also a Blood Exchange Perfection martial artist.

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

Zhao Zhangyun instructed softly, his face quite worried.

Losing the first battle caused the pressure in everyone's hearts to double.

"Mm."

Yan Canyang nodded with a solemn face.

He had also heard of the other party's reputation; he had once tortured and killed quite a few Blood Exchange experts and was extremely brutal. 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 also had no bottom line in his heart.

Subsequently, Yan Canyang leaped and jumped into a corner of the battle platform, staring coldly at this person, Qin Zhiguang.

"Die."

Qin Zhiguang didn't waste words and immediately took action.

The moment he took action, it was with full force.

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

Even in the air, bursts of whistling sounds came, the sense of oppression extremely astonishing.

"Kill." Yan Canyang also raised the long sword in his hand and killed his way up directly.

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

The great battle between the two sides broke out in an instant.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Violent collision sounds rang through the clouds, the entire battle platform ground seemingly plowed, 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 resist the other party's full-force attack.

He appeared quite constrained.

Zhao Zhangyun and the others looked at the stage with somewhat nervous faces.

If they continued to lose the second match, they would be down two experts.

If Mo Xueyou immediately launched an attack, they might not necessarily be able to resist.

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

Tong Yuhua and the others on the city wall also looked at the battle platform in front with nervous faces.

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

This person's strength could only barely resist Qin Zhiguang; if there were an "accident," he was afraid...

The subsequent development was indeed as he expected.

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

Half an hour later.

Qin Zhiguang sneered hideously, directly swallowing the "Blood Pill" hidden in his throat, and then fully activated his secret art.

A powerful Qi and Blood surged from his body, causing his momentum to instantly soar by a notch.

He seized the opportunity and smashed a hammer forward.

Like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, carrying a fierce and peerless oppressive force.

"Not good."

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

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

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

"Boom, boom, boom..."

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

Then he fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

All of this happened in an instant.

Everyone didn't expect the situation to turn sharply, and in the blink of an eye, Yan Canyang had lost.

"Concede."

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

He also did not choose to challenge again.

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

"Haha... Brother Qin is powerful."

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

Seeing this, Zhao Zhangyun and the many other government experts had faces full of grimness, the atmosphere on the field extremely solemn.

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

At this moment, Zhao Zhangyun and the others even felt some regret for rashly agreeing to the other party's arena battle.

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

Mo Xueyou smiled cruelly and clapped his hands.

A group of commoners were pressed to the ground like livestock, their faces revealing despair, and behind them, many heretic cultists held large knives, their faces full of bloodthirst.

Among them were even quite a few women and children; there was no longer any light in the eyes of these people.

The many government martial artists looked at Mo Xueyou and the others with faces full of killing intent.

Clearly, the other party wanted to use this method to strike at everyone's morale.

Lu Zhangsheng's expression was also extremely cold.

Even if a decisive battle broke out now, their number of experts was down by two, and they might not necessarily be able to defeat the other party.

"Slaughter."

Following Mo Xueyou's order.

Many heretic cultists raised their knives and slashed toward the large number of commoners on the ground.

"Ah..."

One scream after another rang out, and a large amount of fresh blood gushed out, like a human purgatory.

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

These people were simply insane.

Killing people, taking blood to refine pills, their movements were incomparably skilled.

Clearly, this kind of scene was already commonplace.

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

Killing intent surged in Lu Zhangsheng's heart; these people could likely no longer be called the human race.

They had completely turned into lackeys of demons, their minds filled with thoughts of transforming into demonic bodies to increase their lifespan.

The entire scene revealed an incomparably tragic atmosphere.

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

If they were caught, the outcome would likely be even more miserable.

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

"Alright, next, let's start the third match."

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

After finishing, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe walked out.

This person held a long blade, his eyes sharp, his whole body's momentum quite extraordinary.

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

His gaze swept over the government people, his face full of contempt.

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

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

Zhao Zhangyun warned with a solemn face.

They had already lost two matches in a row; 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's hands, he certainly wasn't weak.

However, before seeing "Ye Chen" take action, he was always somewhat uneasy.

The many government martial artists around also looked at Lu Zhangsheng with faces full of anticipation.

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

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

The violent wind blew his white robe, emitting a flapping sound.

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

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

"I heard your blade is fast? This Seat would like to try and see who is faster."

Shangguan Jinghong smiled cruelly, killing intent surging in his eyes.

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

However, regarding this person Ye Chen, he was somewhat dismissive.

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

It was no wonder he was arrogant; among the group of Blood Exchange Perfection martial artists in the county city, he had never lost because of speed.

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

The many heretic 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 dead for sure.

They were about to win the third match.

On the city wall, Yue Shulan and the others also looked at the battle platform with faces full of worry.

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

Yue Shulan spoke softly.

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

Xiao Chao on the side also nodded in full agreement.

Just when everyone was discussing heatedly, the battle on the field broke out instantly.

"Woo, woo..."

The momentum of the two exploded suddenly, a burst of essence Qi rushing straight into the clouds, pressing down toward the other party.

Dark clouds covered the top, violent wind whistled, the scene extremely oppressive.

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

Gradually, he firmly suppressed Shangguan Jinghong to a disadvantage.

This was still without him activating the secret art; otherwise, his strength would increase by another notch.

"So strong."

Shangguan Jinghong was full of shock.

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

In his heart, he couldn't help but start to become vigilant.

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

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

Strong momentum did not mean fast speed.

The many heretic cultists off-stage also revealed looks of surprise.

The other party's strength somewhat exceeded everyone's imagination.

Among the many Blood Exchange Perfection experts present, except for Mo Xueyou and a few others, no one could say they could steadily defeat this Ye Chen.

This kind 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 =====