Chapter 393: Knocked off the stage, the Blue-Winged Bat King

"Petty tricks."

Xie Xun snorted coldly and suddenly kicked out, a powerful energy locking Zhang Zhang Wuji in place. At this moment, Xie Xun suddenly threw a punch, smashing toward Zhang Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Zhang Wuji had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Art after all; having been caught off guard at first, he now unleashed his true skills.

"Ding!"

The two collided, and sparks flew. Xie Xun’s force was immense, and a sharp pain shot through Zhang Zhang Wuji’s arm.

However, he did not give up and continued to slash with his sword.

Sword qi crisscrossed, but Xie Xun did not dodge or avoid, reaching out directly to grab Zhang Zhang Wuji’s sword.

Zhang Zhang Wuji frowned slightly, hurriedly released the sword, retreated several steps to open the distance, and simultaneously circulated his entire internal energy, channeling it into his right hand.

A scorching internal energy erupted from his palm, instantly wrapping around his hand as if it were made of iron.

The next moment, he fiercely unleashed a "Dragon Subduing Palm" toward Xie Xun.

"Hehe! Petty tricks, how can they do anything to me?"

Xie Xun sneered disdainfully, then clenched his right fist and struck fiercely at Zhang Zhang Wuji, while simultaneously lifting his left leg to kick at Zhang Zhang Wuji’s abdomen.

In an instant, the sound of fists and feet colliding rang out continuously. The two’s movements were incredibly fast, exchanging nearly a hundred moves in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding Ming Cult disciples couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing they would disturb the duel.

But soon they were all stunned.

Zhang Zhang Wuji had finished a set of "Dragon Subduing Palm," yet he still couldn't do anything to Xie Xun.

"Die, brat!"

At this moment, Xie Xun shouted, both hands striking out, aiming at Zhang Zhang Wuji’s chest, shoulders, and other key areas.

"Not good!"

Zhang Zhang Wuji thought to himself. This Xie Xun was indeed worthy of his reputation, his moves tricky and varied, making them hard to deal with. Fortunately, he had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Art and had an extraordinary physique, otherwise, he would have been defeated long ago.

"Shua!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhang Wuji suddenly dodged Xie Xun’s attack to the side, while simultaneously letting go of his sword to thrust it at Xie Xun.

Xie Xun reacted extremely quickly, blocking this strike with one hand.

Zhang Zhang Wuji used the momentum of the sword to retreat several yards, stabilizing himself.

"Xie Xun, if you stop now, I can let bygones be bygones!"

Zhang Zhang Wuji said in a deep voice.

"Brat, you really dare to talk big. I want to see what other moves you have."

Xie Xun mocked, rushing over again, his speed so fast it was hard to see with the naked eye.

Zhang Zhang Wuji had no choice but to grit his teeth and engage. The two fought extremely fast, exchanging dozens of moves in just over ten seconds.

Another hard collision, and Xie Xun’s figure flew backward, crashing hard to the ground.

Wei Wei Yixiao, who was on the side, hadn't expected that the dignified Golden-Haired Lion King would actually be injured by a yellow-haired brat!

After taking over for Xie Xun, he stood on the stage, his eyes full of admiration, "Zhang Wuji, how about we have a spar?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhang Wuji’s eyes lit up, "Okay!"

Immediately, Zhang Zhang Wuji and Wei Wei Yixiao both jumped to an open area.

Zhang Zhang Wuji bowed and said: "Please instruct me, Senior."

"Hehe, your sword technique has quite a flavor, let me have a taste first!" Wei Wei Yixiao stroked his beard and smiled, then drew the bronze long sword from his waist, looking ready to move.

"Please instruct me, Master!" Zhang Zhang Wuji also looked serious.

"Watch the sword!"

Wei Wei Yixiao whispered, his long sword cutting through the air with a piercing sound.

He thrust his sword out, the sword light brilliant and dazzling, as if a silver moon had descended into the world, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Zhang Zhang Wuji hurriedly closed his eyes, held his sword with both hands, and slashed out with a "Sweep Across a Thousand Armies."

"Dang~"

The two swords collided, and Zhang Zhang Wuji was immediately forced back three or four meters.

Wei Wei Yixiao pressed his advantage, attacking Zhang Zhang Wuji with one sword after another.

Zhang Zhang Wuji kept waving his sword to block; the two were tit for tat, not retreating, and neither gained the upper hand.

The exchange between Zhang Zhang Wuji and Wei Wei Yixiao drew cheers and applause from the crowd; they watched with great pleasure and excitement.

"Kid, you’re not bad, you can actually resist the Blue-Winged Bat King’s move, not bad, not bad." Xie Xun nodded in approval after seeing Zhang Zhang Wuji’s performance.

"Senior, you flatter me. You are the truly powerful one, Junior admits defeat." Zhang Zhang Wuji said modestly.

"Hmph, don't play word games with me, let’s continue." Wei Wei Yixiao snorted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Wei Yixiao immediately activated his light kung fu and leaped into mid-air.

"Drink!"

Wei Wei Yixiao shouted, holding his fists high above his head and slashing down heavily toward Zhang Zhang Wuji.

This move was the most domineering move of the Cold Ice Cotton Palm; once struck, one would surely meet their end.

Feeling the sharp killing intent of Wei Wei Yixiao, Zhang Zhang Wuji calmly sheathed his sword, then unleashed a Nine Yang Divine Art, a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon swirling out to collide with the Cold Ice Cotton Palm.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to go still.

Immediately after, Zhang Zhang Wuji shattered this move with one punch, then flickered, teleporting to Wei Wei Yixiao’s side, and poked his two fingers at Wei Wei Yixiao’s throat.

Wei Wei Yixiao felt a sharp pain, his throat tasted sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, then covered his neck and stumbled back.

He had never expected that he would be defeated so cleanly and neatly, in just one move; he hadn't even seen clearly what martial arts the other party had used.

Zhang Zhang Wuji glanced at Wei Wei Yixiao, who had fallen to the ground, and said indifferently: "Blue-Winged Bat King, you have conceded."

At this moment, the arena was silent.

"How... how is this possible?" Xie Xun’s eyes widened, murmuring: "We actually couldn't defeat his Nine Yang Divine Art."

"This kid does indeed have some skills." Dai Qisi stared at Zhang Zhang Wuji on the stage with beautiful eyes.

"Haha, Wei Wei Yixiao, do you still want to fight?" At this time, Yin Tianzheng laughed loudly.

Wei Wei Yixiao’s expression was uncertain. After a long while, he glared at Yin Tianzheng and said bitterly: "Yin Tianzheng, I will settle this score with you sooner or later."

"Good, then let’s wait and see." Yin Tianzheng said coldly. He didn't care about Wei Wei Yixiao’s threat at all, only looking at Zhang Zhang Wuji with pride.

Xie Xun took Wei Wei Yixiao and turned to leave.

"Little brother, congratulations!"

"A young hero, truly rare. I, the Old Urchin, admire you."

Everyone offered their congratulations with cupped fists.

"Seniors, you are too kind, I don't deserve it." Zhang Zhang Wuji said, cupping his hands.

"Alright, young man, don't be modest, hurry back to your room to rest." Iron-Crowned Daoist Zhang Zhong laughed.

"That’s right, Zhang Wuji, we should go." Yin Tianzheng reminded.

"Hmm, okay." Zhang Zhang Wuji bowed to everyone, "Thank you all seniors for today, I will take my leave."

Then, he said goodbye to everyone one by one and left with Yin Tianzheng.

Seeing their retreating figures, everyone couldn't help but discuss.

"This youth has extraordinary martial arts. I’ve lived for seventy or eighty years, and this is the first time I’ve seen such an excellent junior."