Chapter 47
At the referee's command, the monks who were originally scattered around the ring suddenly attacked Zhuang Han, who was standing in the middle in a domineering manner.
Everyone tacitly regarded him as a common enemy. Only by working together to kill Zhuang Han could they feel at ease and compete fairly with people around them of similar strength.
Yu Tai did not rush forward but stood there with sword in hand, watching their actions quietly.
Only a few people, like Yu Tai, chose to watch coldly, allowing the group to surround and kill Zhuang Han. Yu Tai noticed that those cultivators were all independent cultivators who were not wearing disciple uniforms.
Shaking his head secretly, Yu Tai thought that the disciples of the righteous sects were really hopeless.
Zhuang Han sneered at the group of little ants that were rushing towards him without knowing their own limitations.
He raised his fist and faced the flying sword coming towards him.
The sound of shattering rang out, and the cultivator was stunned. His sword was actually broken by a punch from this physical cultivator, while the other party was completely intact! ?
What kind of state of training must the body reach to achieve this effect!
Many monks who rushed to the front witnessed this incredible scene with their own eyes.
It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over the blazing fire, and many people began to back off.
Zhuang Han looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahahaha, you rats are no match for me!"
After laughing, he looked at Yu Tai again with his copper-bell eyes, his eyes full of possessiveness.
Ever since he saw Yu Tai leap down from the flying sword like a fairy and land on the stage, he could no longer focus on anyone else and had only one thought in his mind.
He wants to get the person in front of him.
How's that? Are you impressed by my charm?
However, the girl whom he held at the top of his heart did not even glance at him. She just lowered her eyes and looked at the sword in her hand, as if thinking about something.
Zhuang Han was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath, and punched the monk closest to him in the face again. The monk flew off the ring directly, his facial features were deflated, and his face was covered in blood.
However, such a loud noise still did not attract Yu Tai's attention. She looked at the sword in her hand and thought about what Jiang Li said that day.
He said that this sword was not suitable for him.
She had never cared about this issue before, but now that Jiang Li suddenly mentioned it, she began to think about it uncontrollably.
Indeed, this sword was a 'birth sword' forged by the original owner. Although it was not like a half-soul sword of a real sword cultivator, it was spiritual because it had been used for many years.
But this sword is indeed not suitable for Yu Tai.
It's so sharp. Every time it's unsheathed, it seems like it wants to release all the strength in the body, violent and cold.
It was in line with the original owner's personality, but Yu Tai did not find it easy to use. She preferred using a knife to a sword, especially the feeling of a sharp blade cutting through soft meat and bones, which was simply wonderful.
It seems that if I have a chance to find a suitable one, I still have to change it.
Fortunately, the original owner had not yet forged his natal sword, otherwise it would have been difficult.
She stood there thinking for a long time, and even began to think about what to make for dinner when she returned to Shu Li tonight. She felt a little tired of eating fish these days...
"Beauty."
Just as he was thinking about it, a rough voice suddenly sounded in front of him.
Yu Tai looked up and saw that the muscular man who dared to look at her with disgusting eyes at the beginning was slowly walking towards her.
He even exceeded the safe distance and pressed towards her step by step.
And all the monks who were supposed to surround him were gone. The few monks who had chosen to wait and see like Yu Tai had all fallen to the ground unconscious at some point.
"Is it over?" Yu Tai waved his sword casually, as if he was exercising his body.
When Zhuang Han heard this, he thought she was waiting for him. He became excited and quickened his pace towards Yu Tai.
"Junior sister! Get out of the way!" Seeing this, the Qingshan Sword Sect disciples below the stage shouted anxiously.
They originally thought that even Zhuang Han would be exhausted if surrounded by all the monks in the arena, and they could then take advantage of the situation.
But this guy is a monster. Rather than being surrounded by a group of people, it would be more accurate to say that he was the one who was slaughtered unilaterally.
None of the monks in that group could be his match, and yet this man became more and more courageous as the battle went on, without a trace of fatigue on his face!
Hearing the shouting, Yu Tai on the stage actually took the time to look down, and a faint smile appeared in the direction of the two people with her cold face.
Seeing a smile on the face of the normally cold and aloof Junior Sister, they forgot what they were going to say. They blushed and looked at each other: "Am I seeing things? Was Junior Sister smiling at me just now?"
"Junior brother, how come your eyesight is not good at such a young age? It's clearly smiling at me!"
Shu Li, who was standing next to the two of them, stood there, listening to their argument, a smile appearing in his clear eyes.
He knew that Yu Tai's smile just now was meant to make him look good.
When the people around saw such a beautiful female cultivator about to be attacked by that vulgar man, they couldn't help but feel some sympathy in their eyes.
"Zhuang Han! Don't slap such a beautiful woman in the face!"
"Be careful, be gentle with women, understand?"
Hearing the jeers from the audience, Yu Tai moved and dodged Zhuang Han's figure that was rushing towards her.
Zhuang Han licked his cracked lips, staring at Yu Tai with blazing eyes: "My beauty... just let me hold you, and I'll gently throw you down."
A hint of fear appeared on her delicate face, which was like a lush moss flower, causing the man in front of him to want to ravage her. But the next second, the girl who was originally afraid of him suddenly attacked him with a sword.
A malicious smile appeared on his face. He didn't dodge or evade. He just stood there with an evil smile and stretched out a hand, intending to directly smash the sword in front of him that was shining with cold light, and then hold the beauty in his arms to comfort her.
Everyone in the audience couldn't help but hold their breath, and some even covered their eyes, unable to bear to watch.
At the moment when the tip of the sword was about to touch Zhuang Han, he gathered up a little strength and swung it over.
But the expected scene of the sword breaking did not come. Then large patches of blood stained his eyes, and the feeling of his chest being torn apart was a pain he had not felt in many years.
His indestructible body...was cut by a sword.
Unfortunately, several people away from the ring were splashed with blood sprayed by Zhuang Han. As a body fell to the ground, they screamed and dodged backwards, looking at the scene on the stage in disbelief.
The girl was wearing a disciple's uniform with blue stripes and a white background. She faced everyone with a sword in hand, standing there intact. There was not a drop of blood on her white disciple's uniform. Her cold and beautiful face had no expression. She looked at the defeated opponents in the audience with indifference, as if she was looking at an ant.
"You lose."
A clear and pleasant female voice sounded, bringing everyone back to their senses instantly.
In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar.
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