Chapter 768

"Slap!"

Bai Yuan's palm strike missed, and he quickly stepped forward, using the momentum to quickly reach out with his left hand, grabbing at Zhang Wuji's throat.

But just as he extended his left hand, Zhang Wuji had already made his move, flipping his wrist to grab Bai Yuan's arm and shaking it gently.

Bai Yuan immediately felt a huge force strike him; his body trembled violently, and he let out a low groan of pain, holding on without falling.

"You are no match for me." Zhang Wuji said calmly.

His internal energy was profound, especially since he had practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Star-Sucking Great Skill, far beyond what ordinary people could compare to. How could he be matched by a small child like Bai Yuan who had just entered the Wu Lin?

Bai Yuan took a deep breath and said: "No matter how powerful you are, today I, Bai Yuan, must have a contest, otherwise it will be difficult to dispel the hatred in my heart."

Zhang Wuji nodded: "Good, you have courage. I hope your martial arts are as sufficient as your courage."

"Bang—"

A muffled sound came, and Bai Yuan's moves were fully unleashed.

Zhang Wuji blocked all of Bai Yuan's attacks with ease.

Seeing this, Bai Yuan knew that it was probably impossible to win today.

But he still wanted to try to fight to the death; after all, the Huashan Sect was the place where he grew up, and it was his hometown.

If he left in such a dejected manner, he would truly be unwilling in his heart.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, Bai Yuan's legs straightened violently, and a whip kick kicked fiercely toward Zhang Wuji's head.

As his right foot kicked out, it vaguely seemed to transform into a sharp and domineering dragon claw.

Zhang Wuji's brows lifted slightly, and his figure flickered, avoiding Bai Yuan's attack.

Seeing this, Bai Yuan was shocked. His whip kick was not only as fast as lightning but also strange and tricky; ordinary Wu Lin people couldn't dodge it at all.

Yet Zhang Wuji was able to dodge it, which shocked him beyond measure.

He even suspected whether Zhang Wuji had practiced some strange techniques of the Eight Trigrams.

Zhang Wuji saw through Bai Yuan's thoughts and said calmly: "Ordinary moves cannot deceive me."

Bai Yuan felt extremely bitter. It turned out that Zhang Wuji had long known their intentions and also knew his martial arts, but he had deliberately played the fool, not only knocking them unconscious but also forcing him to compete in martial arts. This was simply too bullying.

Seeing that Bai Yuan stopped attacking, Zhang Wuji said: "Do you have any last words?"

Bai Yuan was furious and shouted: "Stop being arrogant." Having said that, his figure flickered and he rushed toward Zhang Wuji.

Bai Yuan used all his strength, but he was still no match for Zhang Wuji. In an instant, Zhang Wuji grabbed his arm, and with his other hand, he punched out, smashing into his chest. Blood splattered, and the sound of breaking bones was clearly audible.

Zhang Wuji said calmly: "I told you that you are no match for me, but you wouldn't listen."

Bai Yuan struggled to climb up, clutching his chest, coughing and spitting out a mouthful of stagnant blood, remaining silent.

The Heaven-Reliant Sword in Zhang Wuji's hand shone with a cold light.

Seeing this, Bai Yuan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted: "I surrender, I surrender."

Zhang Wuji stopped his actions and withdrew his sword.

Is that so?

Bai Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was truly full of regret now; why did he have to bring humiliation upon himself by fighting Zhang Wuji?

"How should we act now?" Bai Yuan asked.

Zhang Wuji said calmly: "You just need to proceed according to the plan."

Bai Yuan and the Huashan Sect disciples looked bitter, cursing inwardly.

But Zhang Wuji's figure appeared before him in an instant, his left hand forming a sword finger, lightly pointing at his chest.