Bing Yueyue, Bing Yueshui, and a hundred guards left the training area, but the Sea Tribe's men quickly gathered, numbering four to five hundred, and surrounded the training area. The Sea Tribe's men continued to gather, their speed shocking.
"Charlatan!" A figure appeared from behind the fruit tree outside the yard.
"Where are you from, senior?" Ma Yueyao looked at his opponent. He was a little far away, only a hundred meters away. However, his aura was unmistakable, that of a powerful Martial King.
"You are very confident." The visitor looked young, but with the cultivation level of the Martial King and a lifespan of two hundred years, his appearance was not accurate. He looked like a middle-aged man, possibly over a hundred years old.
Once you reach the Martial King level, it's inevitable that your appearance will revert to a younger state. Of course, if you reach the Martial King level after you're fifty, you'll likely look very old, not middle-aged.
"Do you expect those people to keep me? Haha!" The middle-aged King of Martial Arts said with a smile, pointing at the large number of troops at the edge of the training area.
"Senior's reliance is nothing more than being able to quickly get rid of me here, right? Haha!" Ma Yue looked just as relaxed.
"What do you think? The huge gap in cultivation cannot be made up." The middle-aged King of Martial Arts said calmly.
"That's because you have too little experience and think that the sacred mountain is very powerful, right?" Ma Yue asked back.
"You are indeed very confident."
"That's because I have the confidence. Cultivating immortals is not as simple as you think. Cultivation does not represent everything." Ma Yue's expression was calm, and his tone was so gentle that even the middle-aged Martial King opposite him felt a little weird.
"Tell me, which sacred mountain are you from? What did you see from the Shanghai tribe?"
"You're going to die, why do you care so much?"
"Ah! People, you're always too confident. In your eyes, the horizon is only as small as the palm of your hand." Ma Yue's face began to show some disdain. "Go ahead, it's meaningless for me to stand so far away. The actual combat range of your spiritual weapon is only twenty meters at most."
Ma Yue now has two more magic swords in his hands.
"Really?" The middle-aged King Wu's spiritual sword also appeared in his right hand.
"Don't worry, a rubbish Martial King like you is not worth the loss of troops for my Hai tribe." Ma Yue's words caused an uproar at the edge of the training area. The primitive people had very sharp ears.
What was a Martial King? Since the Sea Tribe had cultivators like the Divine Stick, they knew exactly what he was. He was a high-ranking Divine Cultivator. During the battle against the Qingfeng Tribe, many witnessed the power of the Martial King. From a distance of sixty or seventy meters, he could explode with powerful fireballs, demonstrating the terrifying strength of a Divine Cultivator.
How could a charlatan be so confident? Wasn't he said to be a martial artist?
"Water bug!" The three priests looked at the water bug nervously.
"No matter whether the charlatan is capable or not, we must surround the training area from all sides and mobilize the entire sniper team. We must not let this middle-aged martial king escape even at the cost of our lives." Shuichong shouted. This was his duty. Whether Ma Yue could win the fight or not was Ma Yue's business. If the middle-aged martial king ran away after running wild in Haifan City, it would be Shuichong's dereliction of duty.
No matter which leader is there, the defense of Haifan City will always be Shuichong's responsibility.
"Shan Yao, you go to the east; Tiedan, you go to the south; I will take people to the north; Shuichong, I leave this place to you." Wu Qi said.
"Very good!" Shuichong had no objection to Wu Qi's arrangement. "Third Priest, continue to deploy the flying spears and archers..."
"Don't worry!" The enemy has already broken in, there is no point in producing anything. The Ministry of Civil Affairs has a large number of deputy soldiers.
Shuichong stared at the battlefield not far away. The so-called hundreds of meters were relative. Primitive people had very strong eyesight and hearing.
The middle-aged King of Martial Arts took action, and his reputation was well-deserved. Sixty meters away, the spirit sword burst out a super-large fireball and rushed towards Ma Yue.
Ma Yue's figure moved like the wind. Indeed, to those watching from afar, it felt as if he were moving, swift and like a stream. The middle-aged Martial King's spirit sword unleashed a dozen massive fireballs, creating a crater four or five meters in radius. It always felt like it was just about to hit Ma Yue, but always just a little short.
"Is this the water-based artistic conception? So powerful!" This was the first time Bing Yueyue and Bing Yueshui saw the artistic conception of the divine stick fighting, and they were facing a powerful martial arts master.
“It turns out that even though the flowing water looks slow, it is actually very fast.”
"It seems that the middle-aged King Wu seems powerful, but in fact, his efforts are in vain."
"Even a middle-aged Martial King probably can't sustain such a powerful fireball attack for long." Bing Yueyue said. No matter what level of cultivation one has, there is a limit to the number of extreme attacks, and internal strength cannot be endless.
"No wonder the charlatan said that the middle-aged King of Martial Arts' actual combat range is only twenty meters. An attack from such a distance is really useless to the charlatan." Bing Yueshui said.
"If it were me, I wouldn't be able to dodge it even once."
"So, the charlatan chased us all out." Bing Yueyue and Bing Yueshui both felt inferior. "Artistic conception, when will I be able to comprehend the artistic conception?"
Less than a minute into the battle, the middle-aged Martial King began closing in on the fireball attack, which was useless. The fireball disappeared, and the spirit sword began to fly.
Is this useful? It seems...
"Very familiar, right?" Bing Yueyue said.
"It's similar to a fireball attack. Every time it looks like it's almost going to hit the charlatan, but it's just a little bit off." Bing Yueshui said. In the blink of an eye, a slight mistake can lead to a huge error.
"The divine stick is so powerful that even King Wu can't hold it." Tiechun, who had been watching the battle, generally didn't understand what artistic conception was. However, the artistic conception of the divine stick that Bing Yueyue and Bing Yueshui talked about was really powerful.
The battle between the masters was so fast that it was dizzying to Tiechun.
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