C182 Quan Feichen!(1)

The massacre at No Life Square continued. Yet, aside from Woo Zhengyang, the expressions of the other nineteen were complex.

Woo Zhengyang charged alone toward the sixteen from the Heavenly Martial Academy and the Fallen Sun Sect. Some were worried, others were thrilled. As he advanced, he didn't unleash his strongest techniques or ignite his sword energy. Instead, he rushed directly at his opponents, even leaping into the air, making everyone think he had lost his mind.

But in the next moment, whether worried or thrilled, they were all shocked. With one step on a spear tip and another on a back, a spear-wielding elite from the Fallen Sun Sect was sent flying, coughing up blood, dead in an instant. All this happened in just a few breaths.

Amidst the stunned crowd, Woo Zhengyang landed in the midst of over a dozen opponents. He threw a punch, executing the Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist at the Perfection Stage, combined with the power of the Profound Heaven Fire within him. A sword-wielding disciple from the Fallen Sun Sect had his chest pierced, dying instantly, the smell of charred flesh lingering.

Then, with a swift backhanded sword strike, a knife-wielding disciple from the Heavenly Martial Academy had his throat slashed by Woo Zhengyang's long sword. No blood flowed from the wound; instead, it was covered with a layer of frost, a testament to the chilling power of the Nine Nether Ice from Woo Zhengyang's Ice Crystal Fire Body.

As Woo Zhengyang's long blade split into two afterimages, flying toward the last two sword-wielders, the crowd finally snapped out of their shock. It turned out that Woo Zhengyang's greatest strength was never his sword energy or formations, but his unmatched close combat skills. A single punch or kick from him could be lethal.

Even the elite disciples from the four major forces of the Fallen Sun Country were no match for Woo Zhengyang. This left everyone wondering, "Is this guy really just at the Martial Disciple level?"

Faced with a dire crisis, the disciples from the Heavenly Martial Academy and the Fallen Sun Sect put aside their fears of being outmaneuvered by each other and attacked Woo Zhengyang with all their might. Unfortunately for them, Woo Zhengyang had already revealed his trump cards, and they couldn't withstand his onslaught. In the blink of an eye, three more fell.

Woo Zhengyang had never fully unleashed his abilities in battle before, but in No Life City, he couldn't hold back any longer. The enemies he faced were both powerful and numerous. He had to get used to fighting with everything he had to have a chance of surviving the second round of the Martial Master Stage.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the battle ended. Woo Zhengyang stood, covered in blood, amidst a dozen corpses, like a god of war descended upon the earth. The four remaining blade men stared at him in disbelief, still unable to comprehend what had just happened.

They made it to the end without losing a single person. This was beyond their expectations, as they faced attacks from two powerful forces and couldn't be sure they'd all make it out unscathed. Yet, in the end, they barely moved from their spot, and Woo Zhengyang single-handedly ended the battle!

They had always known Woo Zhengyang was strong, capable of unleashing sword energy beyond the Martial Disciple level, but they never imagined he was this powerful. Even a novice Martial Master would struggle against a dozen elite Martial Disciples attacking with all their might, but Woo Zhengyang handled it with ease.

The four of them approached Woo Zhengyang, wanting to say something but unsure of what to express. Just then, they felt a pull from the No Life Sword in their hands...

Woo Zhengyang, still savoring the recent battle, was contemplating the best strategy for his full-strength efforts when he felt his body once again being transported by the No Life Sword. When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in his original room, with the doors and windows sealed.

According to the rules, they had six hours to recover from the battle's toll. After six hours, new orders would be issued, and the second round of combat would begin. Checking his calculations, Woo Zhengyang realized his initial estimates were pretty accurate. After the first battle, his No Life Sword had absorbed a total of 8,126 avatars, accounting for more than eighty percent of the sword's capacity.

At this moment, the No Life Sword had undoubtedly reached the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon. If fully integrated, it could certainly ascend to a king-tier weapon.

From what Woo Zhengyang knew, even the Heavenly Martial Sect seemed to possess only one top-grade spiritual weapon, which was considered a treasured artifact and rarely seen. As for a king-tier weapon, it was something of legend.

Yet here, five such weapons appeared simultaneously. If five individuals were to walk out with these blades, one could only imagine the uproar it would cause outside.

With the No Life Sword, a top-grade spiritual weapon, in hand, Woo Zhengyang felt a renewed confidence for the second round of combat. After consuming several elixirs to restore his energy, he closed his eyes to meditate.

Six hours passed in the blink of an eye, and new instructions were issued. Upon receiving them, Woo Zhengyang couldn't quite tell if he felt joy or sorrow.

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