The young man spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, making Lan Hua and Zi Yue feel nauseous.
"Young man, you must be Hua Yingxiong, the young hero who has recently become invincible and gained fame in Hejian City?"
Lan Hua said with a look of disdain, "Oh? I didn't even know I was so famous in Hejian City! Who are you?"
The young man said arrogantly, "Hmph, you ignorant fool! You don't even know me! I am none other than Huang Sanlang, the daring warrior who has fought his way through the underground arena of Hejian City and is invincible!"
"Behind me is my master, Zhao Dabiao, known as the Ruthless Swordsman!"
Zi Yue exclaimed in surprise, "What?"
Lan Hua was startled by Zi Yue's exclamation, "Master, do you know this person? Is he very powerful?"
Zi Yue pursed her lips and shook her head like a rattle drum, looking completely harmless.
"I don't know it, I just think the name sounds a bit pretentious!"
Lan Hua remained silent.
Huang Sanlang was immediately enraged, "Where did this brat come from, daring to be so disrespectful to my master!"
Lan Hua stepped forward, shielding Zi Yue behind her, and snorted, "So what if you're so rude? If you're so capable, let's settle this in the arena!"
Huang Sanlang was about to start cursing when Zhao Dabiao stopped him.
"Sanlang, don't stoop to their level. Remember, show no mercy in the arena!"
His voice was cold and indifferent.
Lan Hua and Huang Sanlang entered the arena, and before the match even started, it had already attracted a lot of discussion from the onlookers.
"Have you heard? The owner of Fengyun Inn specially invited Zhao Dabiao and his apprentice to save face and recover from the losses. I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly!"
"These two, master and disciple, are quite remarkable. They are renowned figures in the underground arena of Hejian City. They never make a move lightly, but when they do, they will surely destroy the opponent's dantian!"
"Yes, Huang Sanlang is not even thirty years old, yet he already has the cultivation of the eighth level of the Pure Yuan Realm. His master, Zhao Dabiao, is even more powerful, possessing the cultivation of the peak of the Transformation Yuan Realm, and is known as the number one person below the Yuan Dan Realm!"
Fu Yuan approached the group and said disdainfully, "Although Huang Sanlang's cultivation far surpasses Hua Yingxiong's, Hua Yingxiong is not necessarily going to lose to him!"
"In this round, I'm still betting on Hua Yingxiong to win. Anyone want to follow?"
"this..."
Just as everyone was hesitating, a person appeared on the main stage of the arena.
This person was elegant and noble, but his eyes were sharp and reserved, clearly indicating that he was a person of profound cultivation.
Fu Yuan was shocked. "It's actually Li Caishen, the owner of Fengyun Inn! It seems that Zhao Dabiao and his apprentice really were invited by him!"
Li Caishen shouted, "Please, both of you, sign a waiver of your life and death!"
"What? They actually want to sign a death waiver? Although Huang Sanlang is known for his ruthless methods, he has never signed a death waiver before!"
"Could it be that Li Caishen did this intentionally?"
To everyone's surprise, Lan Hua and Huang Sanlang arrived at the center of the arena and signed a waiver of life and death.
Once the death warrant is signed, one's life or death is no longer in one's own hands.
clang!
Although the match began, the two sides did not immediately engage in a major battle.
The arena was calm and peaceful.
Everyone knew that this was just the calm before the storm, and that the next moment might determine life or death.
Lan Hua already knew Huang Sanlang's cultivation level: the eighth level of the Pure Yuan Realm, which should not be underestimated.
He himself, after six months of grueling training, has broken through to the sixth level of the Pure Yuan Realm.
Upon entering the Pure Yuan Realm, the Yuan Power becomes even purer under the refinement of the Dan Fire, becoming innate Yuan Power, which can be considered as stepping into the threshold of becoming a master.
This innate Yuan power is far superior to the ordinary Yuan power of the Initial Yuan Realm.
Huang Sanlang chuckled evilly, "Boy, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I might consider sparing your life!"
"You talk too much nonsense!"
Lan Hua struck Huang Sanlang with a palm strike, using the first move of the Heaven-Opening Palm, Severing the River.
This palm strike may seem ordinary, but it contains a powerful, concealed elemental force.
Before the palm strike even arrived, the wind from the palm strike already struck, making Huang Sanlang's face sting.
Huang Sanlang was startled and quickly drew his broadsword from behind him, slashing down with a blade of light that aimed at Lan Hua's right palm.
"You brat, how dare you launch a sneak attack like that? You have no sportsmanship!"
Lan Hua ignored Huang Sanlang, and with a flash of light beneath her feet, she arrived beside Huang Sanlang and struck him in the face with a palm strike.
Huang Sanlang's slash missed its mark, leaving a scar on the arena. He quickly raised his sword to block.
boom!
Huang Sanlang was sent flying by Lan Hua's palm strike, leaving a long trail on the ground.
"This brat has incredible palm strike power! What kind of palm technique is that?"
As Huang Sanlang was sent flying backward, he slashed out with his sword, and a ten-foot-long blade of light once again pierced through the air, but Lan Hua skillfully dodged it.
Lan Hua once again used all her strength to strike Huang Sanlang with a palm.
He wasn't going to act like a so-called expert, using seven or eight tenths of his strength all the time. Since he had already signed the life-or-death agreement, there was no need for him to hold back.
Lan Hua's attack was so fast that Huang Sanlang didn't have time to swing his sword to stop her. He had no choice but to use his left palm, putting all his strength into meeting Lan Hua's palm strike.
Huang Sanlang's lips curled up slightly, as if mocking Lan Hua's palm strike, which he considered like an ant trying to shake a tree, destined to seriously injure him and knock him to the ground.
boom!
The two of them were sent flying backwards.
Huang Sanlang looked incredulous because he discovered that he had taken more steps backward than Lan Hua, his palms ached, and his blood was churning.
"How is this possible? My cultivation level is clearly two levels higher than his, and even my master acknowledges my external martial arts skills!"
He was unaware that after half a year of grueling training, Lan Hua had already developed a powerful physique, no less than that of a demon beast of equal strength.
Even drawing a bow to its fullest extent to pierce a willow leaf is not a difficult task.
In the audience, Zhao Dabiao narrowed his eyes, seemingly aware of Lan Hua's prowess, but remained calm.
Lan Hua revealed a wicked smile and attacked again with his palm, each strike containing his full power.
"Great, this is more interesting!"
Huang Sanlang licked his lips, completely igniting his workaholic spirit.
Blade energy and palm strikes filled the arena. Lan Hua and Huang Sanlang were both bloodthirsty, their wounds multiplying and their auras growing weaker.
However, with the Yin-Yang Heavenly Technique at its disposal, Lan Hua began to suppress Huang Sanlang.
Zi Yue, sitting in the private room, smiled slightly. "Hmph, you think you're worthy to compete with my little Hua Zi in endurance?"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Huang Sanlang swept his sword horizontally, forcing Lan Hua to retreat.
He glanced at Zhao Dabiao in the audience, who nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing to some decision.
Huang Sanlang sneered, "Boy, die!"
Throwing away his longsword, Huang Sanlang unleashed a barrage of cold light with both hands, shooting towards Lan Hua's vital points like lightning.
Lan Hua looked closely and saw that several flying knives were coming.
Calling it a throwing knife is an understatement; it's more like a thin blade that flies in silently.
Lan Hua was startled. "Is this your trump card?"
"Indeed, this is the Ruthless Blade Technique, a technique that seals the throat upon drawing blood!"
Huang Sanlang's ruthless swordsmanship was extremely profound. Even though Lan Hua possessed the Flowing Light Step technique, she was still struck by several swords and was caught in a fierce battle.
"Damn it, are these throwing knives free? How come there are so many?"
Before she could think much about it, Lan Hua suddenly felt dizzy and her blood and qi were somewhat stagnant.
"Hmm? The throwing knife is poisoned!"
A fierce glint appeared in Lan Hua's eyes. "Since that's the case, I'm going to unleash my fury and use my ultimate move!"
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