No. 127 The Terrifying Man in Black Cloak

  A mountain peak was cut off, leaving a huge platform of thousands of square meters, where thousands of people gathered, all of whom were elite disciples from various major sects.

  On the middle stage, two people were competing in a fierce battle, but the atmosphere here was somewhat oppressive, with no cheers or applause, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the stage.

  "Who is that person in black? He's incredibly powerful, having defeated dozens of top masters, all of whom are disciples of the top ten 'door' sects. And there were even several high-ranking experts on the Earthly Demise list among them, yet they all lost without exception!" Someone below whispered and began to discuss quietly.

  "Yes, I've never heard of this person before, yet he's able to hold out for so long against Yan Chongtian, who's ranked third on the Earthly Demise Ranking. And it looks like Yan Chongtian is being suppressed by that person." Another person exclaimed in surprise.

  "I've never heard of this person either, but he's able to rival the top masters on the Earthly Ranking, probably because he's received a powerful inheritance." someone speculated.

  "Look quickly, that person is going to catch Yan Chongtian's sword with his bare hands..."

  As this person let out a loud shout, Yan Cong Tian held his long sword and charged into the air. The long sword then slashed down from mid-air, its power unparalleled, but his opponent didn't show any weakness at all. Instead, he raised his right hand to grab it directly, as if he wanted to catch it bare-handed.

  "This kid doesn't want to live anymore, Yan Chongtian is a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect, although he hasn't learned the Qinglian Sword Classic, but his one-handed mountain-opening swordsmanship is already pure and refined, able to split mountains in two, yet he's trying to block it with his bare hands..."

  Clang!

  An unexpected result appeared, and the swallow's momentum was like a broken bamboo, with one sword that seemed to split the void, but it couldn't advance even a little bit. His face also turned bright red.

  "He actually accepted it, how is this possible?!" Everyone present was shocked.

  The sword of Yan Chongtian can split mountains and crack boulders, yet it was actually blocked by someone's bare hands. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have dared to believe it was true.

  "How hard his body is!" Everyone was shocked.

  At this moment, even Yan Chongtian himself was shocked, his sword although not invincible, but among the same level, it's hard to find an opponent.

  While his opponent's cultivation was slightly higher than his own, the difference was not great. If this guy didn't use a magic treasure to resist, he would have absolute confidence in cutting him in half with one sword.

  But the result was blocked by him with his bare hands, which made it hard for him to accept.

  "Sorry, I won again." The man's mouth curled up, his left foot kicked out and landed squarely on Yan Chongtian's stomach, sending the latter flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

  "Is there anyone else who dares to fight me?" The man looked around, his eyes full of provocation, but below him was quiet as a cold cicada, no one dared to come up and respond.

  To know that those who can climb to the top of the rankings are all outstanding talents of their time, absolutely the best among their peers, especially the top three, are terrifyingly powerful masters.

  But even Yan Chongtian, who ranked third, lost. Who else dares to come on stage and fight? Isn't that just asking for a beating?

  "I'm here." Another man flew out from the Qinglian Sword Sect camp, wearing a white robe, with a handsome and elegant appearance, but his eyes were extremely sharp, making people dare not look directly at him.

  "Unexpectedly, Feng Zhan couldn't help but take action too. It seems that this kid is in trouble." Everyone recognized this person, named Feng Zhan, who was the second-ranked master on the Earthly Fiend's List.

  Although Yan Chongtian was ranked below him, his strength was completely on a different level.

  As soon as he appeared, most of the people present showed a look of surprise, and finally someone could vent their anger for them.

  "Little brother, you're not his match, step down." However, just then a man in a black cloak rushed to the person on stage and said something, the latter nodded and directly admitted defeat and stepped down without any delay.

  But the black-robed man who had just spoken went up on stage, took off his cloak and 'revealed' his honor.

  The man's appearance was ordinary and plain, without any aura of a strong person, nor could his cultivation be seen, he just felt like an ordinary person.

  But in reality, no one thought he was an ordinary person.

  What kind of occasion is this, where the ten major 'door' sects are united in martial arts? Even ordinary cultivators who go up there just to look for a fight, let alone ordinary people.

  Moreover, most people think that this person is even more powerful than the previous one, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say such a profound and meaningful sentence.

  "Who do you think will win between this kid and Feng Wu?" someone asked.

  "It's hard to say, these two black-robed youngsters are too abnormal, their cultivation is not high, but their strength is extremely strong, and they are in no way inferior to the top masters on the Earth Extermination List."

  "I think Feng Zhan has a good chance of winning, he has already grasped the fifth sword of Qinglian Sword Classic, Qianlian Broken Jie, which is considered the first among the younger generation of Qinglian Sword Sect, so I think his chances of winning are higher."

  "No matter what, we can't lose again. This is our home turf, how could it be taken over by two unknown entities like this."

  "Not bad." The crowd nodded in agreement, and then someone shouted loudly: "Feng Zhan, teach this kid a good lesson, let them know that our Ten Great Sects are not to be trifled with!"

  ……

  The wind battle on the stage was deafening to the voice below, for he felt that this black-robed youngster was not simple, although there was no aura 'leaking' from his body, but it gave him an extremely strong sense of oppression.

  "You make the first move." The young man in black robes said calmly, as if he didn't take Wind War seriously at all.

  "You've come from afar as a guest, so naturally you should make the first move." Feng Zhan wouldn't take the initiative to attack. In this situation, if he were to attack, he would lose in terms of momentum.

  A showdown between masters, momentum is especially important. A slight difference in skill doesn't necessarily mean you'll lose, but if the momentum is off by even a bit, then there's no need to continue fighting.

  "Should I make the first move? Are you sure?" The black-robed youngster seemed to have not expected Feng Zhan to say this, and his tone was somewhat surprised. But as soon as he said this, Feng Zhan immediately furrowed his brow, and he was actually ignored.

  "I'm sure." Feng Zhan gritted his teeth and drew out the sword at his waist with a flash of his right hand, his eyes gleaming like lightning as he stared straight at the man.

  "Alright then." With that, he rolled up his sleeves, looking rather casual, and lightly threw out a punch. However, this punch somehow appeared right in front of Feng Wu in the blink of an eye, as if it had traversed distance.

  Moreover, the storm can clearly feel the terrifying power that comes head-on, and if this punch hits, the battle is over.

  "Hmph!" Feng Zhan was not reconciled, coldly snorted, and with a kick of his foot, he leapt backward to dodge the attack. Then, his long sword moved in succession, as lotus flowers bloomed one after another.

  "This is the Qinglian Sword Sect's Qinglian Sword Classic, indeed it has some 'gates' and 'roads', but unfortunately your realm is too low." The black-robed man shook his head, then another punch was launched.

  A shocking scene appeared, as he threw this punch, the surrounding green lotus suddenly withered quickly, and his fist also really hit the 'chest' of Feng Zhan.

  "Boom!" Feng Zhan coughed up blood and flew backward, clearly defeated in this battle.

  "How is this possible, how can he break through my Qinglian Illusion?" Feng Zhan couldn't believe it was true, he had never thought that the Qinglian Sword Manual would be so easily broken by someone, and with physical strength at that.

  "Sorry, you lost." The black-robed youth spoke in a flat tone, seemingly not feeling that defeating Feng Wu was anything surprising or exciting. He looked as if he had just done something insignificant.

  However, things are indeed like that, and two punches will defeat Feng Zhan. I'm afraid even the number one on the Earthly Fiend Ranking, that pervert, can't do it.