C279 One Move Is Enough!(2)

"Oh, Elder, don't get so worked up. You're already feeling out of it, and losing more blood won't help," Nie Fengyu said with genuine concern to Helian Hanhai.

Helian Hanhai was seething with anger, his hair almost standing on end, ready to explode. Nie Fengyu added, "If you want to challenge Woo Zhengyang, whether he accepts or not is your business. I can't worry about everything, or else when I'm old, I'll end up just as out of it as you, Elder."

Everyone could see that Nie Fengyu was quite the rascal, but he was a formidable one, being at the peak of the Shape Gathering Stage with exceptional fighting skills.

Fighting him was out of the question unless Helian Hanhai had other Shape Gathering Stage experts join in, but that would change the meaning of the challenge. Arguing was futile too, as evidenced by Helian Hanhai's repeated coughing up of blood.

By now, Helian Hanhai had no more blood to spit, so he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and remained silent.

Helian Bozhong was equally furious. Hearing Nie Fengyu's words, he turned his anger toward Woo Zhengyang, saying coldly, "Since you're the top disciple of the inner sect, do you dare accept my challenge? If not, there's no point in you attending the Heavenly Martial Dao Discussing Great Association!"

"Honestly, why are you all so worked up? I never intended to compete for the top spot. I just wanted to enter the inner city to find Moh Lunhui. Now look, the Elder is beside himself with anger, and you've lost your top position..."

"Stop wasting time! Do you dare to accept the challenge or not?" Helian Bozhong's face twisted in anger, roaring like a wild beast.

Woo Zhengyang rarely spoke, but after witnessing Nie Fengyu's cunning tactics, he realized that having a sharp tongue could be a powerful skill. Inspired, he decided to give it a try.

Though Woo Zhengyang's taunting skills couldn't match the seasoned Nie Fengyu, the groundwork laid by Nie made his attempt effective enough.

Seeing Helian Bozhong nearly jump out of his skin, Woo Zhengyang had to admit that provoking such a reaction with just a few words was quite satisfying. No wonder Nie Fengyu enjoyed it so much.

Lacking the same finesse, Woo Zhengyang wasn't sure how to continue the banter. However, he had his own style; while he might not drive someone to rage with a few words, his impact would be unforgettable.

"I've told you, you really don't have what it takes to be my opponent!" Standing proudly, this was Woo Zhengyang's style.

"Woo Zhengyang, besides arrogance, what else can you do?"

"You're mistaken. I excel at one thing, and it's not arrogance—it's killing!"

"Are you challenging me to a fight to the death? Ha! Well, Helian Bozhong is game!"

"To defeat you, one move is enough! But even though the elder has tried to take me down many times, I won't drag others into this. You don't deserve to die. If you can withstand one move from me, this Number One Token is yours!"

"One move!"

"One move?"

The same words, yet with different tones, echoed from various people.

Having witnessed Woo Zhengyang's audacious tactics, everyone was still trying to process it when they were suddenly swept into his world of madness.

Could one move really have been enough to kill Helian Bozhong, the former top figure of the Profound Heaven Sect? Even if this claim was exaggerated, the promise Woo Zhengyang made afterward was equally shocking.

After enduring countless trials, Woo Zhengyang finally earned recognition as the top figure of the Profound Heaven Sect, only to stake it all on a single move. According to Woo Zhengyang, Helian Bozhong couldn't even withstand one of his moves. Such confidence!

A madman, truly a madman!

This madness was ingrained in Woo Zhengyang's very being, impossible to conceal, no matter the time, place, or circumstance.

"One move? Haha, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard. Do you think you're Moh Lunhui?" Helian Bozhong laughed wildly.

"Since you mentioned Moh Lunhui, I have a technique of my own. Let me show you!"

"Haha... alright, let's see if your technique is as powerful as Moh Lunhui's!" Helian Bozhong said, drawing a long sword.

The crisp sound of the sword rang out, attesting to its quality. Normally, the appearance of such a spiritual weapon would draw admiration, but in Heavenly Martial City, coming from the second-ranked disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect, it didn't surprise anyone.

Weapons were drawn, and the crowd quickly stepped back, giving Woo Zhengyang and Helian Bozhong space. The two stood still, several yards apart, locking eyes for a moment.

Helian Bozhong's eyes were filled with burning anger and a fierce desire to fight. In contrast, Woo Zhengyang's gaze was calm and clear, like a tranquil spring. There was no hint of battle intent, nor any trace of the arrogance he had shown earlier.

"Since you claim you can defeat me in one move, go ahead and make the first strike!" Helian Bozhong said, holding his sword defensively in front of him. Though skeptical of Woo Zhengyang's bold words, he remained cautious. Woo Zhengyang was unpredictable and undeniably skilled.

"You go ahead," Woo Zhengyang replied, his tone steady and unruffled. "Make the most of your last chance to strike; you might not get another."

"Fine, let's see how long your reckless arrogance lasts!" Helian Bozhong retorted, moving with a powerful, confident stride, sword raised as he charged toward Woo Zhengyang...

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