C7

"A coward like you dares to participate in the training?" Yue Zhongyang snorted disdainfully at Limu and said, "If you have the guts, come up and challenge me!"

Yue Zhongyang was a bit impatient. As soon as the first round of the exam had started, he stood up and walked towards the stage in front of him.

Since the age of eight, Yue Zhongyang had been participating in the True Martial Sect entrance examination and had not been selected as a True Martial Sect disciple for the past four years. This was already the fifth year since he had come to participate in the True Martial Sect entrance exam, so he was naturally filled with confidence regarding the first round of the competition.

Although Limu's anger in his heart was enough to instantly kill Yue Zhongyang ten thousand times over, in order to be qualified for the True Martial Sect Entrance Test, he still chose to endure for the time being and swallowed his anger.

Relying on the power of the Talisman that Ugly Old Woman had made for him, Limu was able to kill anyone of the same age as him. It was just that those Talisman were not easy to get, and the number of them was extremely few, so he had to use them at the right time and not let down Ugly Old Woman's expectations.

"Wood, this guy is so arrogant. Where did your courage go that day?" Why haven't I seen you get angry? " Mo Yuhan's curiosity towards Limu became more and more intense. She felt that this peer who didn't talk much was indeed like what her father had said. His thoughts were meticulous and calm, and he had a promising future.

Limu was stunned. Could it be that this little witch liked his appearance of being angry? He actually wanted to fight Yue Zhongyang.

"Even if a dog bites, why should a human chase after it to bite it?" Limu frowned and smiled.

Mo Yuhan couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I like hearing that, but wood is wood. If anyone dares to offend my aunt like this, I'll smash their brains out!"

Didn't Limu want to break Yue Zhongyang's head right now? However, it didn't seem to be the right time right now.

On the eighth group of arenas, the battle was already going all out. Although it was a battle between children under the age of twelve, it was still very exciting. There were cheers from all around the stage.

Limu watched more carefully. Most of these children had trained in martial arts, and a very small number of them had never practiced in martial arts. Children without martial arts obviously couldn't gain any advantage in this arena.

Children who had cultivated in martial arts had a great advantage in strength and attack speed. Moreover, the martial arts they practiced also included many important techniques.

Limu carefully observed the essence of these kids' martial arts training, especially those finishing blows. Limu had memorized all of them and practiced them in his heart.

The cultivation of psychokinesis allowed Limu to have photographic memory, allowing him to see through the essence of the simple and concise techniques. In addition, he combined it with his own combat experience, and in just two hours, Limu had comprehended more than ten ultimate killing moves. Although they might not be as powerful as those kids onstage, with his combat experience, he could definitely achieve a one-hit kill.

Limu carefully watched Yue Zhongyang's fight on the stage. Yue Zhongyang was indeed unique in many ways, at least in terms of strength and speed, he had an absolute advantage over his peers. Furthermore, Yue Zhongyang's Steel Armor Art was extremely strong in defense.

After three battles and three victories, Yue Zhongyang soon returned to the stands with his head held high.

Mo Yuhan really hated seeing Yue Zhongyang's face. After Yue Zhongyang returned, she left her seat and went up the stage.

"Little bastard! Don't think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you with Yuhan protecting you! "Always hiding under a woman's skirt, are you even f * cking a man?!" After Mo Yuhan left, Yue Zhongyang took Mo Yuhan's place and began to humiliate Limu.

"Yue Zhongyang, your nose seems to be crooked." Limu turned his face to the side and warned Yue Zhongyang sincerely while staring at his nose.

Yue Zhongyang didn't react immediately and touched his nose nervously.

Limu had already left his seat and was walking towards the arena. When Yue Zhongyang realized that he had been played by Limu, he immediately glared at Limu angrily. He only saw Wu Tie turning his head and laughing, "Mo Yuhan likes me, don't be angry."

Yue Zhongyang had liked Mo Yuhan since he was young, but Mo Yuhan had never paid attention to him. Mo Yuhan gradually became a shadow in his heart, and he swore that he would definitely marry Mo Yuhan, and Limu's words pierced into the weakest part of his heart. Yue Zhongyang gritted his teeth, and the root of his teeth started to itch, wishing that he could eat Limu's flesh and drink Wu Tie's blood.

Yue Zhongyang could only forcefully swallow his anger. For someone like him, who had a fiery temper, it was indeed hard to do.

Limu had already made plans in his heart while watching the battle. If he had not met a very strong opponent in the first round of the trial, he would definitely not use the Talisman and use them in the second and third rounds.

The first round of training had progressed by one-third. If he dragged it down, there would probably be many true experts waiting for the right time. Therefore, Limu decided to go up on stage at this time.

It was a very sacred and honorable thing for them to participate in the True Martial Sect entrance exam, and almost all of the children wore the clothes they felt most suitable for to train in, and came to participate in the test. However, Limu was currently wearing a patched up gray cloth robe, and with his small stature, unkempt hair, he looked just like a little beggar.

As a boy was defeated and left the stage, Limu resolutely ascended the stage.

Limu's opponent was a boy with an average stature who was between nine and ten years old. He had practiced some shallow martial arts, but his strength and speed weren't very good.

"My name is Limu." My name is Limu. Limu first cupped his fists in a very polite manner.

When the boy saw that Limu was a beggar-like boy with a small build, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. If he could defeat this little beggar in front of him, then he would be promoted.

"I'm Yan Feiyu, come at me." The boy could not conceal the joy on his face. It was obvious that he believed this match would be won with ease.

Limu was happy to see the expression on the other party's face. It seemed that the competition would end soon.

Limu roughly sized up the other party. When he saw that the other party was standing guard and that his leg seemed to have been injured in the previous battle, he smiled in his heart.

Limu's body suddenly charged towards his opponent. The other party was clearly in a daze, and this method of directly pouncing towards his opponent was clearly like a wrestler in the streets.

Like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, Limu's imposing manner burst forth. The other party subconsciously took half a step back. The instant he retreated, Limu's forward speed suddenly slowed down. His original charge changed from a forward to a side charge.

Limu's sudden change made him turn his body again. At first, Limu thought that Limu would just pounce on him, but he didn't expect Limu's body to suddenly slide down. Limu lowered his body and smashed his leg towards Limu's foot.

At this moment, Limu was very close to his opponent and did not allow for his reaction and judgement. The attack that Limu gathered his strength for landed on his opponent's feet. The opponent immediately cried out in pain, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

Limu had already expected this. He didn't stop for a moment and threw another kick at his opponent's lower abdomen.

The opponent could not fight back in a short period of time. Limu then used both hands to hold onto the foot in the opponent's hands, pressing his butt against the opponent's body. As his body leaned back, Limu used both hands to pull up the opponent's calves.

A wave of intense pain hit him, causing the boy to immediately burst into tears. He clapped his hands on the stage and shouted, "Stop! Stop! I admit defeat! I concede! "