With a gentle push, Wu Er carried Han Qingxiu far away, out of Dong Liang's attack range.
Then, after helping the exhausted Han Qingxiu to the side, Wu Er moved his body.
Dong Liang, who was standing to the side, was stunned for a moment when he saw Wu Er suddenly appear and then suddenly disappear. Then he pointed at Wu Er and said, "I almost forgot, there's one more person!"
However, it was forgotten that Wu Er had been slacking off and deliberately minimizing his presence, making him difficult to notice.
"Alright, let's start the second round."
Wu Er smiled at Dong Liang, standing casually without showing any sign of tension.
Dong Liang snorted and said, "Want a second round? You'd better just beg for mercy and you'll avoid another beating."
"I should be the one saying that," Wu Er shrugged. "I won't bully you; I'll just use my Foundation Establishment cultivation to knock you down."
"Um?"
Hearing this, Dong Liang was puzzled for a moment, then said sarcastically, "What are you talking about? It's as if you're not at the Foundation Establishment stage. You can't participate in the competition if you're not at the Foundation Establishment stage."
After saying this, Dong Liang's small eyes suddenly widened, and he said, "Are you scared? Are you trying to bluff me? Ha, that's really funny."
"I'm not trying to scare you." Wu Er shook his head and said, "To be honest, I'm stronger than your ancestors."
This ancestor refers to the immortals of the Chaoran Sect.
Upon hearing this, Dong Liang frowned, which displeased him greatly.
"Your attempt at reverse psychology is really terrible!"
Although Dong Liang was a little angry, he remained calm overall.
Although Wu Er was telling the truth, he believed that this was a tactic of provocation to buy time.
Dong Liang then retorted sarcastically, "Just keep stalling for time. What methods do you, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, have to defeat me now?"
There are many ways.
With a relaxed expression, Wu Er kicked a pebble next to him and said, "You have many flaws."
"Then tell me, what are my weaknesses?"
Dong Liang raised the corners of his mouth, crossed his arms, and looked at Wu Er with great interest.
He felt confident of victory, and thus developed a mindset like a hunter toying with his prey.
Unfortunately, he was not the hunter, and Wu Er was not the prey.
"The most obvious point is that you need a lot of spiritual power to activate a top-grade magic weapon, which is not something that a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like you can afford. So you must be using spirit stones to maintain it."
After saying this, Wu Er lowered his head and continued kicking the stone, as if the stone was much more interesting than Dong Liang.
As he fiddled with the stone, he added, "So, as long as I stall you for a while, and you use up all your spirit stones, that magic weapon will be as good as junk."
“That’s not a flaw,” Dong Liang said dismissively. “Do you think you can hold me off? If I used my full strength, I could kill you in a few breaths.”
"Alright, stop talking trash."
Wu Er looked up at Dong Liang and said, "Come on, come here. I'll try not to bully you."
The tone of his words was very calm, without a trace of arrogance.
However, when this reached Dong Liang's ears, it was an extremely arrogant provocation.
"Fine, since you want to fall faster, I'll grant your wish."
After saying that, Dong Liang slowly walked towards Wu Er.
He was fearless and confident that no one could break through the pagoda's defenses.
"Can you walk a little faster?" Wu Er looked at Dong Liang's deliberately slowed pace. "Stop trying to look cool. My years of experience have taught me that people who try to look cool usually end up looking foolish."
"Then go die."
Faced with Wu Er's continuous taunts, a vein bulged on Dong Liang's forehead, and then he threw a punch in mid-air.
With the pagoda's blessing, even though Dong Liang doesn't primarily cultivate his physical body, its power is not to be underestimated.
The force of that punch alone was far more potent than Xiong Ao's earlier one.
The fist struck Wu Er, carving a long furrow in the ground, crushing many stones, and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"boom!!!"
The force of the punch, along with the pebbles and dust it brought, landed on Wu Er.
It was just a punch, but it had the effect of an explosion.
Dust billowed around Wu Er, and a mushroom cloud of gray earth rose above him.
Dong Liang squinted his small eyes, as if admiring the mushroom cloud.
"He's all talk, but no real skills."
After making a sarcastic remark, Dong Liang shook his head, concluding that Wu Er must be seriously injured.
So he turned around.
But when he turned around, Dong Liang's eyes widened.
Because, without him noticing, Wu Er had appeared behind him.
At this moment, Wu Er was craning his neck to look ahead, seemingly admiring the mushroom cloud as well.
Wu Er noticed Dong Liang turn around and stare at him with an incredulous look before shifting his gaze back from the distance.
"Wow, that's pretty strong."
Wu Er waved to Dong Liang with a relaxed smile on his face.
His tone and expression made it seem as if that punch was nothing more than a joke to him.
Strictly speaking, this force was indeed just playing around for Wu Er.
Dong Liang quickly realized he had underestimated his opponent and began to take the situation seriously.
Without uttering any words of surprise, he threw another punch.
This punch was more powerful than the last, and the two were also closer together, making it difficult to dodge.
Wu Er didn't dodge; he just swayed his upper body and performed a simplified 24-form Tai Chi.
In my previous life, Tai Chi was just aerobics, but in this world of cultivation, it's the nemesis of close combat.
As long as the difference in cultivation level isn't too great, no matter how strong you are, as long as it's not magic, your strength will be completely neutralized.
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