You know, even if she really slapped him in the face, he couldn't do anything to her according to the laws of the temple. He could only appeal to the Temple of Life. When they sent people to investigate and found out that he was the one who spoke rudely first, maybe the matter would be left unresolved. Even if she was really punished, her life would not be taken, but his reputation would be completely ruined.
The arrogant are afraid of the stupid, that's the truth. More importantly, Mu Hanyan is more than just stupid. Judging from the fact that she first challenged Long Wucuo and now challenged him, she is clearly not afraid of death. When making an enemy of such a person, it is best not to try to show off with words, just take action directly.
"Chief Priest Long, why don't you be patient for a while? Let's set the rules for the next competition and follow them." Seeing that he accepted Mu Hanyan's challenge so readily, Ou Dechuan frowned and advised.
Although he knew that Long Aoli was very strong and much stronger than the eleven chief priests, he felt a little uneasy after seeing Mu Hanyan's performance in defeating Long Wucuo.
As long as the rules are redefined, and the twelve chief priests work together, can they not deal with Mu Hanyan? Why take such a risk?
"No need. Since she is seeking death, I will help her." Long Aoli said coldly.
In fact, he also knew that it would be much easier to deal with Mu Hanyan if the rules were redefined. However, Mu Hanyan challenged him in front of tens of thousands of priests from various halls. If he did not dare to accept the challenge, how would he be able to face people in the future?
What's more, just because Long Wucuo is not Mu Hanyan's opponent doesn't mean he is not Mu Hanyan's opponent. Being able to become the chief priest of Tianyang Temple and surpass the chief priests of other temples, he has reason to be proud.
As he spoke, Long Aoli had already flown off the stage.
Cheers and shouts immediately rang out from the audience. The priests of the Tianyang Temple were cheering for their chief priest, while the priests of other temples were looking forward to the upcoming competition.
"Go ahead, I'll give you three moves. I will only defend and not attack with these three moves." Long Aoli put his sword behind his back and said with pride.
There was an uproar in the audience.
They had all witnessed Mu Hanyan's strength firsthand. Because they were of similar age, many people still regarded her as an idol, even though they knew that their temple was at odds with Mu Hanyan. Who would have thought that Long Aoli would be so conceited?
However, no one thought that Long Aoli was arrogant. He dared to say so, which obviously showed that he had absolute confidence in his own strength. This time, Mu Hanyan was probably hitting a wall.
Mu Hanyan's expression also became solemn. The easy victory over Long Wucuo just now gave her strong confidence, so she dared to challenge Long Aoli immediately. However, it was obvious that she underestimated her opponent.
"How can this be so embarrassing? We're both masters of the same hall. Is Chief Priest Long looking down on me by yielding so much?" Mu Hanyan feigned politeness and immediately continued, "However, Chief Priest Long is your elder after all. It would be disrespectful for me to refuse. Thank you very much. Three moves, no more, or I'll be winning unfairly."
This is not the time to be so stubborn about face. Mu Hanyan will not be so foolish as to waste such a good opportunity. Of course, as the chief priest, she also needs to save face. She cannot be inferior to the other party in momentum, so she has to pretend.
Long Aoli suddenly felt like vomiting blood. Mu Hanyan's high-sounding words had initially made him think she was being too proud to give in, but after all the talk, she still insisted on giving in, even as if he was forcing her to do so. How could this person be so shameless?
"Let's do it." Long Aoli said impatiently.
"By the way, Chief Priest Long, when you lose later, you won't regret it just because I let you use those three moves, right? If that's the case, it's better not to give in." Mu Hanyan didn't take action immediately, but asked worriedly.
What kind of question is that? You're talking as if I've already lost. Long Aoli's expression darkened again, and he suddenly felt that what he had just said was a huge mistake.
"Stop talking nonsense and get started." Long Aoli shouted irritably.
"Don't be impatient. Some things still need to be made clear first. Otherwise, what if you cheat and refuse to admit it?" Mu Hanyan said stubbornly.
"Don't worry, if I lose, I won't deny it." Long Aoli said gritting his teeth.
"Everyone has heard it, right? If Chief Priest Long denies his guilt at that time, you all have to bear witness for me." Mu Hanyan turned her gaze to the other chief priests.
The chief priests were speechless. They hadn't even started yet, but why did she make it sound like she was sure to win? Where did she get the confidence from?
"Mu Hanyan, are you going to fight me or not?" Long Aoli shouted angrily, feeling so angry that he wanted to jump up and down.
"Fight!" A cold light suddenly flashed before his eyes.
No one expected that Mu Hanyan would act so suddenly. Everyone had secretly laughed at her pestering and endless nonsense, but no one expected that she would hit him as soon as she said so. Strictly speaking, she had already started before she even uttered the word "type".
The sword was so sudden that a flash of fire appeared on the sword, and a flaming spear of fire stabbed towards Long Aoli's chest. Many people did not react in time.
Long Aoli was momentarily distracted, and he hadn't expected Mu Hanyan to suddenly attack him while he was still talking nonsense. To be honest, Mu Hanyan's move was clearly a sneak attack, but since he had already said he would attack, Mu Hanyan was not breaking the rules.
Seeing the fire spear coming at him quickly, Long Aoli no longer had time to scold Mu Hanyan for being despicable. He unfurled his sword, and light and shadow in front of him moved, forming a huge translucent light shield. It emitted a crystal-like luster, but gave people a sense of ethereality and nothingness. It was actually a wind shield.
The qualifications of each priest are different and have little to do with blood ties. Long Wucuo is best at death magic, while his father Long Aoli is best at wind magic.
Although wind magic is not good at defense, if it forms a shield that is as solid as a substance, it is not much worse than the earth shield of earth magic. In addition, the wind law has the characteristics of being light and elegant, and often has the effect of using softness to overcome hardness, which makes it more practical than the earth shield.
Long Aoli's wind shield was clearly of this type. No wonder he dared to boast that Mu Hanyan would take three moves. He truly had the capital to be so proud.
"Ding" the burning fire spear pierced the wind shield fiercely, making a crisp sound of metal clashing, and then condensed in mid-air, but did not move forward at all.
A sneer crossed Long Aoli's face. Mu Hanyan's previous ability to easily break Long Wucuo's Death Shield was due to the mutual restraint between the Law of Life and the Law of Death. A slightly stronger opponent would have given him an absolute advantage. But now, Mu Hanyan's Fire Law clearly had no significant impact on his Wind Law, so how could he possibly break the Wind Shield he'd cultivated for half his life?
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