Chapter 709: Three Moves
The various sects present didn't know how to describe their feelings.
Zhao Chengming was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
What does it mean to give enough respect? Do I have to thank this little kid?
His expression changed several times, but he restrained his expression and said with a fake smile:
"Since it is the Lord Sect Master who is going to fight, I should not hold back. Otherwise, I will be disrespecting the Lord Sect Master. Please go ahead."
He said this in a dignified manner, but a fierce feeling rose in his heart.
We have to see if this hateful woman can still be so arrogant when the little kid is covered in blood in the secret realm!
Si Ling's childish face was expressionless. He walked forward calmly and spoke in a clear and cold childish voice:
"Master, please wait a moment. I will be back soon."
After saying that, she walked towards the entrance of the secret realm. Her small figure looked particularly thin in front of the huge stone gate, but her steps were steady, which didn't seem like someone of her age.
Zhao Chengming's face turned pale. This kid was as arrogant as her hateful master. She didn't even look at him!
Just wait and see!
He snorted coldly and followed him into the stone gate.
At the moment the two stepped into the secret realm, a huge curtain of light suddenly opened above the stone gate, causing everyone to exclaim in amazement.
"Is this... the scene inside the secret realm?"
"Someone showed up, it's them! This is the inside of the secret realm!"
"I didn't expect that this martial arts secret realm has such a function. It is indeed a product left over from the era thousands of years ago..."
All I saw in the light curtain was an ancient wilderness with no end in sight.
The gray-brown land was cracked into countless gullies, and twelve mottled stone pillars were vaguely visible on the distant horizon.
In the middle of the wilderness, a huge arena made of bluestone stands quietly.
At each corner of the arena stood a black iron pillar, as thick as an ancient tree, deeply embedded in the stone platform. The joints between the pillar and the stone platform fit together perfectly, forming a seamless whole.
The surface of the table is as smooth as a mirror, but faint traces of shallow marks left by countless weapons over thousands of years can be seen - those attacks that were powerful enough to split mountains have only left hair-like fine lines on the stone surface.
In the corner of the stone pestle, there was a faint glow from a formation about ten feet in size. Si Ling and Zhao Chengming appeared from there one after another. It seemed that was the entrance to the secret realm.
Everyone was marveling at the mystery of this martial arts secret realm, but they saw the formation flash a few times and disappear without a trace.
At the same time, the stone door under the light curtain also disappeared.
Everyone was a little surprised: "This..."
Yi Heng said calmly:
"When the competition begins, the exit will be sealed until one party admits defeat, falls unconscious, or dies, then it will be opened again."
Everyone understood what was happening and couldn't help but worry about the tiny little girl involved.
In the secret realm——
Feng Yin took out a talisman from somewhere and poked Lin Xiuzhu beside him.
"Hey, do you dare to bet on how many moves your young master can win?" He said with a smile, "I'll play a wind talisman and bet that she can win within twenty moves."
The faces of everyone in the Zhengyang Sect suddenly turned pale.
This bastard didn't even bet on "who will win", and just assumed that Senior Brother Zhao would lose to that little kid?
Lin Xiuzhu held his forehead and sighed: "Brother Feng, stop making trouble..."
"I bet it's within fifteen moves." Elder Tianshu came over at some point, stroked his beard, and put down a jade slip.
Qingpingzi followed closely behind, swinging out a small sword:
"Within ten moves."
Lin Xiuzhu's eyes twitched, and he was about to say something, but he saw Yun Qingqing casually throwing a talisman with purple light flowing.
"Four moves."
The entire area in front of the mountain gate suddenly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The monks from various sects widened their eyes.
Are these people crazy?
That skinny little girl looks like she could be killed with a slap. It would be fine if you weren't worried, but isn't it excessive to start a gambling game here?
Feng Yin heard the difference in Yun Qingqing's words, blinked, and asked curiously:
"Why did Senior Yun conclude that it was four moves?"
That’s right, Yun Qingqing didn’t say within a few moves, but directly asserted four moves.
Yun Qingqing looked at the two people in the light curtain and said calmly:
"Xiao Ling'er will give him three moves."
Snap——
The red-faced elder of the Zhengyang Sect crushed the jade token in his hand.
This group of people is not done yet! Don't go too far!
But suddenly a low cry broke out from the crowd:
"Look, it's starting!"
Everyone's attention turned to the light curtain.
In the secret realm——
Zhao Chengming didn't know that there was a light curtain outside that displayed every scene in the secret realm. The pretended kindness on his face instantly disappeared, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.
"Little kid," he grinned and flexed his wrist, "kneel down and beg for mercy now, and I can be merciful and only break your limbs as a slight punishment, and spare your life."
Si Ling looked into the void with his silver eyes and spoke coldly:
"Go ahead, I'll give you three moves."
Zhao Chengming's face turned pale instantly.
"Since you're looking for death—" He suddenly summoned the Heaven-Splitting Hammer, "I'll kill you!"
The hammer head was wrapped in dazzling golden light and went straight for Si Ling's knee.
This attack was extremely vicious, and it was clearly intended to smash her legs into pulp!
"clang!"
A barrier as thin as a cicada's wing appeared out of thin air and blocked the Hammer of Creation.
Zhao Chengming's hand holding the hammer trembled slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.
“…”
His expression changed, and then he sneered:
"You actually brought such a protective magic weapon. No wonder you dared to act rashly in front of our Zhengyang Sect! But... you are getting complacent too early!"
Si Ling had no expression:
“It’s not a magic weapon.”
Zhao Chengming sneered and didn't believe it at all.
How could this little kid be able to block an attack of 50% of his strength by himself?
It must be Yun Qingqing who gave me the protective item!
In fact, judging from the attitudes of Elder Tianshu and Sect Master Qingpingzi, it might be that those two sects secretly funded the Tianyi Sect in order to cause trouble for their Zhengyang Sect in order to seize the position of the leader of the Five Great Mysterious Sects!
When you think about it this way, everything makes sense.
In this case, he must suppress the opponent's arrogance today!
"Do you think you can save your life by relying on magic weapons?" Zhao Chengming's spiritual power suddenly surged. "Today, I will let you see what real strength is!"
He held the hammer with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body poured into the Heaven-Opening Hammer like a tide. The hammer glowed with golden light, and there was a faint sound of thunder.
"broken!"
This hammer gathered all of his skills, and even the air was squeezed out to make an explosive sound.
boom!
Amid the deafening noise, Zhao Chengming felt a numbness in his palm and the Sky-Splitting Hammer almost slipped out of his hand.
He staggered back a few steps, looked down, and saw that his knuckles were broken and blood was dripping down the handle of the hammer.
And the barrier in front of Si Ling...
It is still as bright and smooth as before, without even a trace of fluctuation.
"impossible!"
Zhao Chengming's face turned pale instantly and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
He stared at the seemingly fragile light curtain, and a storm surged in his heart. This was definitely not the defensive power that an ordinary magic weapon could have!
Could it be... a super-grade spiritual weapon?
Those old guys from the Seven Stars Palace and the Tianxuan Sect really invested a lot of money!
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhao Chengming's eyes, and he took out a crystal jade seal from his sleeve. The word "Zhengyang" was engraved on the seal, and there was a faint golden light flowing.
This Zhengyang Seal was just passed on to him by his master not long ago, so that he could keep it as a trump card in the Xuanmen Conference so that he could win the first prize in the elite competition. He would not reveal it easily.
But since this is a secret place, he won’t leave this little kid alive!
"It's your master's fault for being so stupid as to let you die!"
Zhao Chengming's eyes showed murderous intent and he growled in a sinister voice.
He bit his index finger, injected his spiritual power into the Zhengyang Seal and activated it with all his strength. Immediately, a powerful aura exploded from the seal!
“Go to hell!”
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