C8 Unexpected

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but be speechless. This Loong Yun was really good with his words, he wouldn't dare to quarrel with him in the future.

"What a glib tongue. In my opinion, all that talk is feces. Humph, those words might have some effect on Zhao Xin's generation. Do you dare to take it seriously?" Zhao Cheng asked.

"Oh? I would like to hear more about it. " Loong Yun seemed so relaxed.

"Brat, since you said that as a martial artist, there's no need to worry about a fight. Since Zhao Xin doesn't dare to agree to a fight to the death, then he doesn't deserve to be called a martial artist. If it was me who fought against you in the life and death arena, would you dare? " After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he even released the aura of his Transcendence Stage in an attempt to intimidate Loong Yun.

Zhao Cheng was extremely unhappy. In his opinion, Loong Xiangyu had long been in his possession. What did it matter to him if Loong Yun popped out of thin air?

Unexpectedly, under the pressure of Zhao Cheng, Loong Yun's face did not change. He even felt the aura of a war general from Loong Yun. It was this aura that made his killing intent towards Loong Yun become even stronger.

In the past, Loongyun Imperial Army was extremely famous. The killing aura that Loong Yun had on him was not something that an ordinary person could fake.

Loong Yun was calm and his eyes met Zhao Cheng's. He smiled and said, "I am extremely happy."

"Brother Wu steel, he's Brother Loongyun." Loong Xiangyu had a worried expression.

"Don't worry, even the Great Elder lost to Cousin Loong Yun. I know Cousin Wu, he never does anything without confidence." Although Loong Aotian comforted his sister, he was still unsure.

This was because Zhao Cheng's reputation was well-known within the Imperial City. Together with his two older brothers, he was also known as the "Three Great Heroes of the Zhao Family". And now, he had been accepted as a fixed disciple by the Heaven's Path Sect.

The news of the two men fighting in the life and death arena instantly spread throughout the family.

"What?" You said that your brother and that Zhao Cheng are going to compete in the life and death arena? " Wan was stupefied. After hearing the news, she and a female disciple immediately rushed to the Martial Arts Practice Grounds.

On the family's Martial Arts Practice Grounds and the Life and Death Arena …

Loong Yun was calm and composed, with a trace of a smile on his face from time to time, as if he was telling everyone that he was the winner of this martial arts competition.

Many people began to talk about this.

"Loong Yun is competing with Young Master Zhao Cheng, didn't he use an egg to hit a rock?"

"If I were to say that, it is simply courting humiliation. Furthermore, he is putting his life on the line. He is truly stupid."

"It's hard to say. Loong Yun just passed the Forbidden Pavilion and defeated a few elders. His strength cannot be underestimated."

Zhao Cheng stood opposite Loong Yun, full of anger. He was originally a favored son of heaven, yet he competed against a trash. Not only did Loong Yun accept his challenge, but he also acted very calm. It was truly hateful!

This battle, he had to win it all! He would not allow anyone to take away a trace of his brilliance.

In the audience seating area.

A pair of moving eyes nervously stared at Loong Yun on the stage.

"Brother Loongyun, don't let anything happen to you." Loong Xiangyu tightened her grip on the corner of her skirt.

In addition …

In today's competition, not only was Patriarch Loong Hsing and the various elders present, even Zhao Cheng's Master Wuhai was present.

He came here because he was entrusted by Zhao Family to protect Zhao Cheng as he had no interest in the competition at all. In his opinion, the outcome of the battle was already decided.

The discussion below made the atmosphere on the stage even more tense.

Zhao Cheng opened his mouth, "Loong Yun, you will regret the decision you made today."

"Hmm? "Whatever, I'll play with you." Loong Yun replied casually.

"You!" All the spirit energy in Zhao Cheng's body surged, like a crazy Magical Beast, ready to tear Loong Yun into pieces at any time.

Loong Yun was disdainful towards this. He turned his gaze towards Loong Xiangyu, who was sitting in the spectator's stand, and signaled her not to worry.

This scene completely fell into everyone's eyes, and it became a naked show of love. Everyone was so jealous that they shook their heads.

"Loong Yun, you are courting death. Sigh."

"The two of you better think this through. A life-and-death battle, regardless of life and death! If there are no objections, I shall announce the start of the duel. " Chief Loong Hsing seemed to want to warn Loong Yun and once again reiterated the rules of the death match.

"Clan Leader, I am ready." Loong Yun bowed slightly towards the spectator stand.

"You're courting death!"

Loong Yun's attitude made Zhao Cheng completely furious. He flew into the air and immediately formed a seal with his hands. Two majestic auras were emitted from his palms and instantly turned into two tiger images as they fiercely slammed down.

"Tiger Palm." "It's actually a high-grade yellow-rank palm technique."

"Clearly, I have mastered this set of palm techniques. Now, it seems that Loong Yun will lose without a doubt."

The surrounding disciples were constantly exclaiming in admiration.

In Longwu Continent, it was the same as a cultivation technique. It was divided into four ranks, namely heaven, earth, black, and yellow, and each rank was further divided into the upper, middle, and lower ranks.

Take the Loong Chen family for example, the Wu Steel Sword Skill that every disciple practices is only a lower grade Yellow Rank martial skill. Other than the martial skills that Loong Yun would learn from Loong Chen in the first level of the underground, the highest level martial skill in the family is a lower grade Profound Rank martial skill. And there were only about a dozen high grade Yellow Rank martial skills.

From this, it could be seen how profound the accumulation of Zhao Family was.

Zhao Cheng immediately used a Superior Grade Yellow Ranked Martial Technique. He was obviously going to take Loong Yun's life.

Loong Yun's reaction was fast. When Wu Tie's palm was formed, he had already aimed at the empty space beside him. With a flash, he dodged to the side.

He quickly recited, "Mystic Moon, Misty Heaven." Suddenly, his right leg kicked out into the air. The stone cracked where it landed, and all of the spiritual energy in his body was focused on his right leg. A crescent of energy instantly flew towards Zhao Cheng's body.

"What kind of martial skill is this, it's so fast!" "Cheng'er, be careful!" Wuhai panicked a little.

Zhao Cheng did not have time to dodge. He threw out another Ferocious Tiger Palm to collide with the crescent moon. His body was sent flying to the edge of the martial stage. His clothes were tattered, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Zhao Cheng stood up from the ground. His inner breathing was chaotic as he stared at Loong Yun with bloodshot eyes.

This scene caused an uproar.

That was Loong Yun's complete victory?

What martial skill did Loong Yun use? It was really strange.

This move of Loong Yun's was a kick created during the Warlord period in his previous life. Although it was limited by one's own strength and could not display much power, this move still had the advantage in speed.

"Loong Yun, I'll tear your corpse into a thousand pieces."

Zhao Cheng was infuriated. He once again launched an attack and quickly flew to Loong Yun's side. Using his fists and legs, he stormed over like a violent storm.

Loong Yun was a bit surprised. He didn't have a sword in his hand, so he couldn't use the sword technique. He quickly met it with his fists and feet.

Bang bang bang.

Unfortunately, Loong Yun's body was too weak. Under the clash of fists and kicks, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. In the end, he was forced ten steps back with traces of blood leaking out from the corner of his mouth.

Even so, everyone was still exclaiming in admiration.

Loong Yun himself was only at the first level of Transcendence Stage. To be able to have such an intense battle with Zhao Cheng of Transcendence Stage, he couldn't help but raise a thumb.

When Zhao Cheng heard the discussions of the crowd, he became even angrier. He did not understand why his strength was so much stronger than Loong Yun's. It was a great insult to him to be able to put himself in first with so much effort.

Loong Yun had to die!

His gaze glanced at Wuhai as if he was inquiring about something.

Wuhai nodded solemnly. He knew better than anyone that this proud disciple was willing to do anything just to gamble.

"Second phase, Divine Beast Transformation." Zhao Cheng's body instantly doubled in size. His muscles bulged and his blood vessels bulged, making him look extremely terrifying.

"How did Young Master Zhao Family become a Beastman?" The female disciples were scared senseless.

Zhao Cheng's legs slightly bent and his entire body shot out, attacking Loong Yun.

"What a terrifying power!" The crowd cried out in alarm.

She had never seen Zhao Cheng in such a state. Last time, when she and Zhao Cheng were facing the intermediate level nine Giant Arm Ape at Kunlong Mountain, they were not in such a state yet, so it could be seen that Zhao Cheng had come for real.

The Kunlong Mountain was located outside the imperial city and was also a barrier around the capital.

"This Zhao Cheng has hidden himself well enough. Cousin Brother Loong Yun, you must be careful." Loong Aotian frowned slightly.

Feeling the incoming figure, Loong Yun hurriedly met it with his fist and struck Zhao Cheng's chest. However, his fist felt as if it had hit a piece of black iron, and he had completely lost consciousness. Out of instinct, he instantly shot back dozens of steps, avoiding Zhao Cheng's accumulated attack.

"Oh?" Zhao Cheng was slightly surprised.

Loong Yunshuang's eyes focused, and a wave of momentum came out from his body. Loong Yun was infuriated!

Loong Yun slightly adjusted his stance and prepared to counterattack. Swoosh! His body immediately shot forward and picked up a sharp sword. He immediately activated his sword art, Loong Chen. The surrounding sword Qis were like flames under the command of fire and light, creating explosive sounds in the air as they locked onto Zhao Cheng.

Under this sword intent, Zhao Cheng was not afraid at all. With another Ferocious Tiger Palm attack, he rushed towards Loong Yun with a condescending look.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The countless sword Qis collided with Zhao Cheng's body, but the sound of metal clashing rang out. In the end, the sword moves were destroyed and Loong Yun had no choice but to retreat.

He kept searching his memory to see if he could use any other martial arts. He kept observing Zhao Cheng's flaws and came to the conclusion that he couldn't! This was because a normal move would not be able to do any substantial damage to Zhao Cheng in his current form.

This body was simply too weak to withstand a single blow. If he could cultivate the Nine Dragons True Body Technique again, he wouldn't have ended up like this. Loong Yun couldn't help but sigh.

"Trash is trash after all. I'll show you the result of offending me, Zhao Cheng!" Zhao Cheng laughed crazily and increased his attack speed.

In the blink of an eye, the two silhouettes on the stage intersected with each other, waves of Qi rippling out. Loong Yun was fighting back with all of his strength, continuing to fight with Zhao Cheng with his weak and fragile body. Every time Wu Tie's fist struck out, it would be like a heavy stone smashing onto his body, the blood and Qi in his body churned, the pain almost obscured his vision, and even his movements slowed down.

Everyone below the stage shook their heads.

"Sigh, it's not that bad to provoke Loong Yun, but to provoke young master Zhao Cheng. Live." Before this disciple could finish his speech, a cloud of dust had passed over the stage and his young master Zhao Cheng's body flew out of it.

"What?!" Everyone was astonished.