C436 A Single Man Can Hold off Ten Thousand Men!(1)

Woo Zhengyang wasn't bothered when the purple-robed youth accidentally discovered his weakness. Seeing a hint of joy flash in the youth's eyes, Zhengyang couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. The youth was indeed skilled, but he likely hadn't been through many battles. They had just been evenly matched, and the youth thought he'd found Zhengyang's weakness, believing victory was within reach.

However, what the youth saw as impending victory was merely an illusion crafted by Zhengyang. From the start of their encounter, Zhengyang hadn't deliberately unleashed the full force of his sword, knowing that if the youth engaged him directly, brute strength could break through any technique. No matter how strong Zhengyang's skills were, he couldn't defeat the youth quickly. If the fight dragged on, Zhengyang's plan would fall apart.

So, Zhengyang intentionally exposed his weakness, hoping to lull the youth into a false sense of security. He hadn't expected the youth to be so easily pleased, feeling triumphant after just one successful move. It was understandable, though, given the pressure Zhengyang's initial display of strength had put on him—effortlessly wiping the blade of a top-tier sword and taking on five opponents single-handedly. How could anyone fight against that?

Now that the youth realized Zhengyang's strength lay more in technique than raw power, he could resume his strategy of wearing Zhengyang down through a series of attacks.

Using brute force, even if it means a few of us get hurt, we need to take this guy down. Once he's out of the picture, the rest from Great Leaf Village won't be a problem.

While considering his strategy, the purple-robed youth charged forward with his sword again. Since the opponent seemed to lack strength, his endurance might be even worse. If he could take him down without a tag-team effort, all the better.

"Boss, there's something off about this guy..."

Just as the purple-robed youth was relishing the thought of making a name for himself, one of the five who had been knocked down suddenly came to and urgently warned him.

At that moment, the purple-robed youth's sword was about to clash with Woo Zhengyang's No Life Sword, and it was too late to pull back.

He frowned slightly at the warning but looked even more determined.

Did he really need to be told this guy was unusual? He had noticed it long ago.

So what if he's unusual? Without enough strength, it's all for nothing. Watch me break through with sheer force...

With that thought, the purple-robed youth increased his grip, channeling all his energy into the attack.

"Clang..."

After the swords collided, the joy on the purple-robed youth's face reappeared, even more pronounced.

His sword had directly pushed Woo Zhengyang's sword down.

But in the next moment, his expression changed dramatically.

His sword had indeed gained the upper hand, but the opponent's blade seemed almost feeble, as if it lacked any real force.

That's right, it lacked force.

Woo Zhengyang's No Life Sword was nearly disarmed by the purple-robed youth's attack. Yet, witnessing this, the youth couldn't muster a smile.

When something seems off, there's usually a catch!

Sure enough, the catch appeared.

Sensing something amiss, the purple-robed youth was ready to pull back his strength, wary of falling into Woo Zhengyang's trap. But at that moment, an inexplicable pressure surrounded him.

Momentum!

The youth recalled this mysterious technique from ancient texts.

"But how could this guy possibly master momentum?"

As doubt flickered in his mind, the youth's body, influenced by the momentum, couldn't stop and charged straight towards Woo Zhengyang.

Then, a fist enveloped in fierce energy loomed large before his eyes.

"Thud..."

The fist struck the youth's face. At the same time, an even larger blow seemed to hit him internally, leaving him dazed...

Even as he fell off the stage and was caught by Ye Fengchun, the purple-robed youth hadn't regained his senses.

From being full of confidence, to feeling hesitant, to seeing a glimmer of hope, and finally being knocked off the stage, the youth's emotions were beyond words.

Ye Fengchun and his companions were equally at a loss for words. The purple-robed youth had been their hope for breaking into the top ten, but now he was eliminated before even reaching the top hundred. This was something they never anticipated. Yesterday's humiliation and today's unexpected turn of events were all because of that guy, Woo Zhengyang.

Ye Fengchun's gaze at Woo Zhengyang was filled with a palpable intensity. Losing face was one thing, but missing out on the top ten in the Thousand-village Martial Competition was a significant blow to Blue Jewel Village.

A chill ran down Woo Zhengyang's spine, but he didn't need to turn around to know who it came from. Yet, he remained unfazed. Before the competition, Blue Jewel Village seemed pitifully weak to him. But once the competition began, Blue Jewel Village was no longer on his radar. As long as Woo Zhengyang could catch the attention of the Azure Sun Martial Mansion, what could Blue Jewel Village do to him?

Even Great Leaf Village would soar to new heights with Woo Zhengyang's rise. This is the unchanging rule of the survival of the fittest. The rule is harsh, but when used wisely, it can be a shield. Woo Zhengyang was beginning to learn how to use this rule to protect himself and others.