C527 If You Want to Make a Move You Have to Make a Move!

No matter what, Yuv Qingrong still lost, defeated in just one move. Coupled with what had been said earlier and Woo Zhengyang's demonstrated strength, everyone couldn't help but look at Woo Zhengyang with newfound respect. A rural kid stepping into the Inner Stage was no small feat. From Yuv Qingrong's conversation, it was clear that even before Woo Zhengyang reached the Inner Stage, he had already given Yuv Qingrong a hard time, making it even more impressive.

Yet, people still couldn't understand why this guy seemed so fearless of the Moon Light Martial Mansion. Even if his skills were decent, he had just entered the Inner Stage, and compared to the five from the Mansion, he was still outmatched. Just Sun Siyu alone was more than he could handle.

"Woo Zhengyang, you actually ambushed me!" Yuv Qingrong, nearly pushed into the sea by Woo Zhengyang's palm, broke out in a cold sweat. Now that the danger had passed, he shouted angrily.

"Ambush?" Woo Zhengyang chuckled lightly, offering no explanation. Before he made his move, he hadn't announced it, but his attack wasn't particularly fast. Yuv Qingrong had plenty of time to react, yet now he claimed it was an ambush. This wasn't a formal duel, and they were enemies. Was he supposed to introduce himself first?

Woo Zhengyang understood this, as did everyone else, including Yuv Qingrong. He was just trying to save face in a moment of panic.

Seeing the amused glances from everyone, Woo Zhengyang felt deeply embarrassed without needing any explanation.

"Again! Loser steps down!" Yuv Qingrong charged once more, refusing to believe he couldn't beat Woo Zhengyang.

"Enough! We don't have time for this!" Sun Siyu interjected, stopping Yuv Qingrong. Regardless of whether he could defeat Woo Zhengyang, Sun Siyu wasn't going to let him continue.

Woo Zhengyang's unexpected move had caught Sun Siyu off guard, but Yuv Qingrong's antics helped her regain her composure. This was a trial world, and she represented the Moon Light Martial Mansion. Woo Zhengyang was just a country boy—what was there to fuss about? Even if he was a bit extraordinary, it didn't matter. He wasn't her match, and his background was insignificant. That was all that mattered. As long as they got him out of the way, the method didn't matter.

"Do you really think, between you and the five of us from the Moon Light Martial Mansion, that we should be the ones to step down?" Sun Siyu asked Woo Zhengyang, seeking confirmation.

"Come on, just get on with it! What's the point of all these excuses?" Woo Zhengyang replied impatiently.

"You..."

Sun Siyu's expression turned icy. She was eager to act, but this guy was even more impatient.

"Fine, let me see what you're made of!" Sun Siyu declared, drawing her slender sword once more, pointing it at Woo Zhengyang.

Woo Zhengyang, now calm and composed, chuckled softly, "Since this is between me and your Moon Light Martial Mansion, why don't you all come at me together?"

"Arrogant!" The members of the Moon Light Martial Mansion were furious.

Sun Siyu, who was at the late Inner Stage, was already overstepping by challenging a country boy. Yet, this guy had the audacity to suggest that all five of them should attack him at once. How could they tolerate that?

The other two members of the Martial Mansion were equally stunned by Woo Zhengyang's boldness.

A country boy daring to take on five members of the Moon Light Martial Mansion—was he in a hurry to meet his end? Even Yann Xinjue and Fong Zhiyuan wouldn't dare to face five opponents at once! Did this guy think he was at the Tendon Bone Stage?

Even Yu Wenqing from the Heavenly Mirror Pavilion, who had been meditating with closed eyes, glanced over, clearly intrigued by Woo Zhengyang.

"When I say attack, you attack!"

With that, Woo Zhengyang activated the Dragon Countering Nine Steps, swiftly moving to the side.

He abandoned Sun Siyu, who was right in front of him, and instead charged toward the other members of the Moon Light Martial Mansion.

Originally, the five members were standing together, with Sun Siyu blocking Yuv Qingrong. The remaining three were on the other side, and Woo Zhengyang's target was those three.

This guy wasn't just bluffing; he truly intended to take on all five. The combined strength of those three would definitely surpass Sun Siyu's alone!

Everyone was baffled, thinking, "This guy is just too reckless!"

Sun Siyu was caught off guard by the situation, unable to stop it in time, and could only watch as Woo Zhengyang charged from the side.

"Let me see what makes you so arrogant!"

"Sun, let me handle this!"

"No way, I want to test this cocky kid myself!"

Three young men from the Moon Light Martial Mansion were already infuriated by Woo Zhengyang's audacity. Seeing him rush over now only fueled their anger, and they all rushed to confront him.

Whether intentional or not, they claimed they'd handle Woo Zhengyang individually. Yet, in their eagerness, all three drew their swords simultaneously, striking at Woo Zhengyang.

All three hailed from the Moon Light Martial Mansion. Even if their martial techniques varied slightly, they were all related to the moon's glow, complementing each other and greatly enhancing their power. It was as if three full moons suddenly appeared, casting a silvery light over the sea below the platform.

Witnessing this, many had already concluded Woo Zhengyang's fate. It wasn't just that he was new to the Inner Stage; even those in the mid to late stages would struggle to withstand the combined assault of these three swords.

Even if he could withstand it, he would surely be injured. The people from the Moon Light Martial Mansion would still throw him into the sea. If he died, so be it. If not, they'd find another way to finish him off.

"Now that's more like it!" Woo Zhengyang, already deemed a goner by many, seemed oblivious. Facing the three-pronged attack, he even managed a slight grin.

Woo Zhengyang stood firm, the No Life Sword appearing in his hand as he swung it down with precision.

"Ink Night Sword Washing Arts, First Move: Sword Hidden in the Dark Night."

A soft "pop" echoed as a figure was sent flying by Zhengyang's powerful kick.

"Ink Night Sword Washing Arts, Second Move: Sword Light Turns to Star Traces!"

The second wave of moonlight shattered, and a young man found his throat pierced by Zhengyang's No Life Sword.

It was only then that the last young man, still reeling from the first move, snapped back to reality. But Zhengyang, who had been right in front of him moments ago, was now smiling calmly at his side, standing where his companion had just been.

Before the young man could process what was happening, he felt a sharp blow to his abdomen, sending him tumbling through the air. He was already enveloped in a layer of moonlight, and as he curled up, he resembled a crescent moon soaring over the ocean before crashing down.

While airborne, he finally glimpsed his two companions. They were suspended in midair like him—one with a face twisted in terror, the other with blood gushing from his abdomen.

"What... is going on here?"

The young man's mind spun, unable to comprehend the situation...

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