He stood five meters away from Leng Yan. Both of them bowed to each other and said, "Qingyuan Sect/Wanfa Sect, Leng Yan/Ling Moxiao, please teach me." After that, Ling Moxiao rushed towards Leng Yan with two big hammers.
Leng Yan dodged it easily. It was so difficult. If I knocked him down with a burst of spiritual power, would he feel that I was bullying him?
Leng Yan dodged several times, not even drawing his sword. Ling Moxiao was annoyed and said, "If you have the guts, then don't dodge!" Leng Yan heard him say, "You said that yourself."
So he waved his hand and a stream of spiritual power shot straight towards Ling Moxiao. Ling Moxiao immediately accumulated spiritual power to resist the attack, but how could a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan compare with Leng Yan in the late stage of Huashen.
In just a moment, Leng Yan's spiritual power broke through his defense and struck him. Then Ling Moxiao was knocked off the stage.
The whole audience was quiet now, and everyone looked at Leng Yan. At this time, a voice broke the silence: "Referee, why don't you announce the result yet?" The speaker was Gong Cang.
As soon as those words were spoken, the surrounding people finally reacted. The referee stammered, "Leng... Leng Yan (gulp) wins." As soon as those words were spoken, everyone in the arena went wild: "Oh my god, what did I just see? A winning move in one go."
At this moment, a discordant voice rang out: "Leng Yan, what is your cultivation level?" Everyone looked and saw that the person who spoke was Ling Moxiao, who had just been knocked off the stage by Leng Yan. The fellow apprentices who were supporting him were so embarrassed that they wanted to bury their heads in their stomachs.
Leng Yan saw him looking at her in disbelief, the anger in his eyes unable to be suppressed. Leng Yan only glanced at him and then looked away, saying lightly: "Late stage of the Spiritual Transformation."
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, followed by an uproar. But just at this moment, Ling Moxiao's voice rang out at an inopportune moment.
"Leng Yan, how dare you play tricks on me." His tone was full of anger.
Leng Yan glanced at him indifferently and said, "You didn't ask me before, so how did it become like I was playing tricks on you?"
Ling Moxiao's eyes were about to spit fire. He looked at Leng Yan and said word by word, "Do you dare to compete with me? This time, I will suppress your cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core." Leng Yan said calmly, "Okay."
Leng Yan was happy about it, but the others were not. They whispered about Ling Moxiao being shameless and untrustworthy. Although their voices were lowered, the monks were always very sharp, so Ling Moxiao still heard what they said clearly.
Ling Moxiao yelled at them to shut up, but this action made everyone look at him with even more contempt.
Ling Moxiao ignored them and rushed onto the stage. Leng Yan had already reduced her cultivation to the early Golden Core stage. Ling Moxiao rushed towards Leng Yan with a sledgehammer in hand, his eyes glaring as if he wished to skin Leng Yan alive.
Before he could even get close to Leng Yan, Leng Yan kicked him off the stage. Leng Yan's voice was calm, but the meaning of her words made Ling Moxiao feel like he was struck by lightning. Leng Yan said, "You lose."
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