"Which villain launched this sneak attack?!"

Zong Ling, whose face was covered in mud, roared angrily.

"You, Jin Yang Peak, are you being a gentleman for bullying the few with the many?!"

After Senior Brother Qing Shuangfeng finished speaking, Zong Ling revealed a mocking smile, "Outnumbering the weak? Do you think you can win in a one-on-one fight?"

Thunderstorm Swamp is only this big.

While they were talking, other disciples from other peaks came over after hearing the commotion.

"Senior Brother, since the disciples of Qing Shuang Peak are so confident, why don't you send someone to have a match?"

"Do they dare? Everyone knows that the disciples of Qing Shuang Peak are all unambitious."

"Exactly. But they got cocky after winning first place in the newcomer competition. Look at the other disciples from the three peaks, how many times have they won first place in the newcomer competition?"

humiliation.

Extreme humiliation!

Hearing these people's words, the members of Qing Shuang Peak clenched their fists, a sense of powerlessness and anger welling up in their hearts.

"Since that's the case, why don't we have a friendly spar?"

Shang Yanting suddenly spoke, interrupting these people.

Zong Ling stared at him for a moment after hearing this, then agreed, "Alright. Let each peak send one person to compete."

Having said that, he drew his longsword and pointed it at Shang Yanting, "Who will your Qing Shuang Peak choose?"

"Tenth Senior Brother, you go."

Shang Yanting said calmly.

Tenth Senior Brother is currently in the mid-stage of the Martial Realm, which is considered high among them. However, Zong Ling has already begun preparing to break through to the Martial Master level, and when he stepped forward, the disciples watching seemed to have already foreseen the outcome.

The tenth senior brother was very nervous.

He knew his own level and looked pleadingly at his second senior brother, whose face was bruised and swollen.

The second senior brother was also very nervous; he had no choice!

"Don't be afraid, just follow my instructions once you're on the field."

Shang Yanting's calm demeanor inexplicably gave people a sense of reassurance.

"Does this senior brother perhaps wish to borrow the Radiant Golden Sword?"

Zong Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, speaking in a tone that seemed mocking but was actually a warning.

"No need."

The tenth senior brother's usual weapon is a heavy hammer weighing a thousand catties, and his movement techniques are also based on hammers. If he were to use other weapons, he would not be able to perform them properly.

He glanced at Shang Yanting again.

Although he was sent out of nowhere this time, he will definitely go all out since he accepted the challenge. "I will try my best to lose gracefully."

Shang Yanting pressed down on his left shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear. The tenth senior brother's eyes suddenly lit up.

Shang Yanting withdrew his hand, his tone remaining calm and even, "You must win."

Jia Xitong, who was standing nearby, secretly affixed a solidification talisman to his hammer. When she noticed her senior brother looking at her, she put her claws behind her back and said, "Don't be afraid, senior brother."

The tenth senior brother saw the paper stuck to his sledgehammer, but although he didn't know what it was, he didn't tear it off.

He patted the raccoon's head, then shouldered his sledgehammer and went to the battlefield.

"bring it on!"

He was in a ready stance.

As a disciple of one of the eight great families, Zong Ling possesses fierce and sharp martial arts techniques, and is agile and skilled in swordsmanship.

The tenth senior brother cultivates the "Giant Spirit Hammer" from the fourth floor of the library, whose strength lies in its power.

Complex moves are often countered by the simplest and most basic forces.

The two were evenly matched in terms of tactics.

His best friend, Twelfth, was somewhat confused. The movements he made were the same as before, yet there were slight differences. "When did Tenth Senior Brother become so powerful?"

The other disciples also frowned slightly, not expecting that the disciples of Qing Shuang Peak would have such strength.

Realizing that his movement technique was countered by his opponent, Zong Ling changed his movement technique.

A swift and fierce attack immediately forced the tenth senior brother to retreat, revealing his true colors.

"He used the Lesser Yang Slash, and its weakness is in the legs."

Shang Yanting's voice rang out, "Tenth Senior Brother can control it with the fourth move of your Giant Spirit Hammer."

Jia Xitong discovered that his more than a month of copying books in the library had not been in vain; he was practically a living encyclopedia, knowing almost all the moves and weaknesses in the library.

So what if he's a minor realm higher? With an off-field commander, Zong Ling's movement techniques were completely suppressed by his opponent.

Unfortunately, he still has a trump card up his sleeve!

Zong Ling pulled a soft sword from his waist, and it instantly appeared in his hand.

This was a fine steel sword that was almost indistinguishable from gleaming gold, its blade sharp enough to cut through iron like mud. He watched as the large iron hammer swayed in front of him, channeled his inner force, and slashed down fiercely.

He's out of weapons, let's see how he'll defend himself!

Just as he was waiting for the hammer to break off from the handle, his longsword made a sharp crack.

It's broken!

His sword, which was almost at the Radiant Gold level, broke!

A look of astonishment froze on his face. A weapon capable of shattering his precious sword... "You actually used a Radiant Gold Magic Weapon!"

Look at what you're saying.

If he hadn't gone to buy it himself, the tenth senior brother would almost have believed it.

"If the people are no good, don't blame the weapons."

He slammed his hammer down on Zong Ling.

The hammer, imbued with all his power, amplified and expanded tenfold, causing the ground to tremble!

Its power was so great that even the tenth senior brother was dumbfounded.

This...this seems to be the kind of power only a Radiant Gold weapon can possess!

What's wrong with him?!

Just as he was stunned, there was a crackling sound not far away. The dark clouds overhead had gathered more than anywhere else, and the lightning brewing in the clouds struck a junior disciple from a certain peak who was watching the commotion. The man didn't even have a chance to cry out before he fell to the ground.

This is just the beginning.

Lightning bolts kept falling from above, striking the nearby ground.

Sizzle sizzle—

The residual electricity was still lingering, and everyone felt their bodies begin to go numb.

"Run!"

Someone said this, and the people around scattered in a panic.

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