"Such a petty trick, yet you dare to make a fool of yourself before the true God?!"
"I'll show you what a master's demeanor is!"
"A stunning punch!"
Seeing Yang Lu attack him with a broom, Lang Ye immediately became displeased.
Does he think he's like Wang Chong Wei, easily defeated by a few brooms?
That fast-growing chicken is no match for me!
He then unleashed his strongest move, a devastating punch!
This earth-shattering punch embodied his years of training experience and all his strength.
The fist whistled through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum, as if it were carrying a thousand troops galloping forward. The air was compressed into a visible wave of air that surged toward Yang Lu.
People around were so frightened by the shockwave that they retreated, afraid of being affected by the terrifying force of the punch.
They originally thought Wang Chongwei's attacks were already very strong, but they didn't expect this guy's attacks to be even stronger!
Is this the true power of a god-level master?!
However, the names of this guy's moves are rather ordinary.
Actually, Langye is also terrible at naming things.
Instead of wasting time on choosing a name, it's better to delve into your own unique skills.
This is why he named his grandson Sausage, Rice Ball, and Tomato.
If you are strong enough, even if you call it dog shit, others will find it poetic.
Conversely, if your abilities are too poor, no matter how good your name is, others will still think you are a piece of dog shit!
Looking at the surging, powerful fist intent, Lin Qinghan and the others looked at Yang Lu with worried expressions.
This is definitely the strongest move they have ever seen in all their years of life. I wonder if Mr. Yang can handle this punch!
Upon seeing the punch and the swarm rushing towards him, Yang Lu, holding a broom, remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the arrogant man opposite him.
Seeing him looking at him with such eyes, Lang Ye felt a sudden tightness in his heart. For some reason, he felt as if he had been seen through.
At that moment, he felt as if he were completely naked, being stared at by him.
It's an illusion, absolutely an illusion! How could I have such a twisted thought?!
At that moment, Yang Lu's aura suddenly changed, as if he were merging with heaven and earth.
In an instant, Yang Lu moved, his broom swung diagonally, just like the undercurrents surging at the beginning of the Yangtze River's rush.
It appears gentle and casual, but it actually hides a secret.
The bamboo branch at the tip of the broom drew a strange arc in the air. The moment Langye's fist touched the broom, it was as if he had hit an invisible wall of water.
The force of the fist was skillfully neutralized by the seemingly soft broom, just as the mighty Yangtze River swallows up all obstacles.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Lu exerted a sudden force with his wrist, and the broom swept towards his opponent with overwhelming force, like a river of water stirred up by a gale.
This move, "The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward," has already been executed.
Each swing of the broom carried immense power, and the bamboo sticks struck the opponent with a dull thud, like the sound of river water lapping against the shore.
In fact, when dealing with Wang Zongwei just now, Yang Lu only used a portion of the power of the Eighteen Mosquito Slayer Techniques.
The reason for that was entirely because Wang Chong Wei was too weak.
As for facing this arrogant man, Yang Lu became unrestrained. After all, this guy was a god-level expert, even if he was only at the first level of the god-level realm.
Lin Qinghan, standing beside him, unconsciously began to breathe rapidly, her chest rising and falling slightly, and her right hand instinctively came together to form a sword, as if imitating Yang Lu's movements.
Her gaze grew even more intense, as if she wanted to imprint every detail in her heart.
She finally understood why Brother Yang hadn't used the final move of the Eighteen Mosquito Slayers before – it was entirely because Wang Chongwei wasn't worthy!
What do you mean by "Number One Swordsman of Jiangnan"? Trash! Absolutely trash!
Lin Qinghan's lips parted slightly as she murmured to herself, as if silently repeating Yang Lu's moves.
Her eyes revealed a tenacity and determination, as if the whole world consisted only of her, Yang Lu in the arena, and the mesmerizing Eighteen Mosquito-Slaying Techniques.
She then closed her eyes, sat down on the ground, and began to meditate. What she had seen today was enough for her to learn for a lifetime!
The young master on the other side was caught off guard by Yang Lu's sudden counterattack. His body was like a kite with a broken string, retreating repeatedly under the attack of the broom.
His clothes were torn to shreds by bamboo sticks, and his body was covered with red, swollen welts from the whip.
He tried to defend himself, waving his hands frantically in front of him, but found that he could not stop the overwhelming onslaught.
"thump."
Finally, he stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, his eyes filled with terror and resentment.
All my years of hard work and dedication have been wiped out by a young man in his early twenties. The feeling is like a piercing pain.
At that moment, he felt as if he were experiencing the same heartbreak he had when he was young.
It's heartbreaking, so painful I can't breathe.
Those around gasped in shock, for this Master Lang was a god-level expert!
Even so, he still lost to Mr. Yang's broom. It's estimated that this guy will be traumatized by the sight of a broom from now on.
Just how powerful is Mr. Yang?
He actually defeated a god-level master with a single sweeping broom!?
If this were told to others, I doubt anyone would believe it!
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