Exclamations of surprise rang out from the golden summit. Although it wasn't the first time they had seen it, seeing it again was still quite visually impactful.
Humanity's worship of enormous objects can be traced back to ancient murals.
Only Wan Guiyi looked grim. He had been defeated by this very stick back then, and although he was injured at the time, a defeat was a defeat.
He was very curious about how Peng Wuyan planned to deal with Wu Xiaofan's terrifying big stick.
At this moment, Wu Xiaofan moved, swinging his big stick down and sending a terrifying surge of energy through the air, even causing spatial distortion at the tip of the stick.
Qiu Honglei naturally dared not take the hit head-on, and hurriedly dodged to the side, leaving a blur in her figure.
The force of the blow caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the entire arena floor.
Feng Wuchang of Guanxin Peak wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he had specially asked the sect leader to reinforce the sealing barrier this time, otherwise the arena would have been smashed to pieces.
At this moment, seeing Peng Wuyan dodge to the side, Wu Xiaofan swept his big stick horizontally, covering almost the entire arena, with stick shadows everywhere, leaving her nowhere to avoid it.
Many people were on tenterhooks, thinking that if someone were hit by that terrifying giant rod, they would be turned into mincemeat.
Although Peng Wuyan is ugly and ruthless, making her unlikable, she doesn't deserve to die.
Just then, a gasp rang out. It turned out that Peng Wuyan twisted her waist and stepped directly onto that big stick.
With a light tap of his toes, he charged straight at Wu Xiaofan along the shaft of the staff.
"Wonderful!" Wan Gui exclaimed in admiration. As expected of the strong woman he admired, her ability to adapt was truly top-notch.
Wu Xiaofan's big stick is indeed very strong. As the saying goes, "the longer the stick, the stronger it is." However, it also has a disadvantage: the farther away it is, the greater its power. The closer it is, the more difficult it is to turn back.
As long as Peng Wuyan can get close, the power of the opponent's big stick will be halved.
Many people noticed this, and now the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect were all on edge.
Despite his surprise, Wu Xiaofan remained calm. The large stick in his hand suddenly shrank, transforming back into a miniature toothpick.
Peng Wuyan's foot slipped, and she almost lost her balance.
At that moment, the opponent's toothpick had already transformed into a streak of light and was closing in.
bite!
She held her double blades in front of her, and Wu Xiaofan took the opportunity to distance himself from her once again.
"This Wu Xiaofan is really quite capable," Zhao Xiaodie of Lihentian exclaimed. She had seen Peng Wuyan get close earlier and wondered how Wu Xiaofan would resolve this huge crisis, but she didn't expect him to break it so easily.
"He is indeed powerful, but that Peng Wuyan seems even stronger than I imagined." He frowned as he looked at Peng Wuyan. How come all the women from the Daoist sect are so powerful in this competition?
I wonder who's more capable, the girl surnamed Peng or her.
At this moment, Wu Xiaofan on the stage looked at Qiu Honglei warily. Although he had just resolved the danger, he was also drenched in cold sweat and dared not attack again. Instead, he controlled the stick to guard his body.
Seeing his posture, Qiu Honglei was somewhat dissatisfied: "You, a grown man, don't attack, and you make me, a weak woman, do it. What kind of hero are you?"
"A weak woman?" A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd, clearly impressed by her ruthless attacks.
Zuan on the ring was somewhat dazed. This woman really gave him a familiar feeling, and her tone was even more so.
Wu Xiaofan on the stage remained unmoved: "I am injured, I hope my junior sister will forgive me."
Seeing that he was unmoved by her words, Qiu Honglei was also helpless. However, she couldn't just waste time like this, so she snorted and directly attacked with her double blades.
Although she is beautiful and charming, her background in the Demonic Sect makes her fighting style rather fiery and direct.
The two blades touched lightly, producing a clear, ringing sound. Her aura suddenly surged, enveloping the entire arena in her power, and even the light around her seemed to distort.
The disciples of various sects were shocked, and the chief disciples involuntarily sat up straight. It seemed that this woman had been holding back her strength.
The sect leaders stared at her twin blades. These two short swords had seemed ordinary before, but now they were found to be somewhat unusual.
Wu Xiaofan's expression changed, and naturally he dared not be negligent.
The big stick was too difficult to handle, so he shrunk it to the size of the Golden Cudgel, then stuck it into the ground and pried up an entire floorboard, blasting it at the opponent.
He swung his long staff with tremendous force as he met his opponent head-on.
At this moment, Feng Wuchang had no time to feel sorry for the destroyed arena; he was more concerned about the outcome of this match.
After all, Wu Xiaofan is from the Zhengyang Sect.
"Even though Wu Xiaofan is seriously injured, he can still unleash such powerful internal energy!" Lou Wucheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he felt a sense of crisis.
His previous loss to Shi Dingtian could be attributed to carelessness, but whether facing Peng Wuyan or Wu Xiaofan, he clearly lost more often than he won.
Qiu Honglei's expression was serious. She crossed her two blades and shot out a "乂"-shaped light blade.
The arena floor was reinforced with a special array, making it incredibly hard, but it was as fragile as paper in front of this light blade, and was sliced into several pieces.
Then, the light blade continued its momentum, directly meeting the gale force of Wu Xiaofan's stick.
With a deafening roar, the entire arena shook violently, and the surrounding barrier flickered wildly.
The floor fragments that had been cut apart earlier were crushed into dust by the aftershocks of the two men's attack.
The audience below the stage were all shocked. Could this really be the power that two disciples could produce in a fight?
If it weren't for the protective barrier, the aftershocks alone would have injured and killed a large number of people.
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