C42 Heaven's Pride Battle
C42 Heaven's Pride Battle
Before Wu Shuang finished his words, Wang Miaoyan pressed a finger to his lips.
"You talk too much." Wang Miaoyan smiled. She took off the cracked amulet on her neck and handed it to Wu Shuang.
"Wu Shuang, this is the Excellent Level Warsong Outfit my grandfather gave me to protect myself with, and it can be used once more. Promise me that you will return safely."
"Alright." Wu Shuang did not act pretentiously, directly putting on the talisman, then took one last look at Wang Miaoyan and said, "Miaoyan, I'm leaving. See you the day after tomorrow."
"En, see you the day after tomorrow."
Wang Miaoyan waved her hands with a smile. As she watched the departing back view under the setting sun, tears finally flowed down her face.
After bidding farewell to Wang Miaoyan, Wu Shuang felt a little disappointed, but more of it was surging with fighting spirit.
He remembered that he heard the news of Qin Hao's arranged battle and decided to go to the town's government.
Night gradually descended and all the Demon Beast ran out of their nests as if they had agreed upon it. They aimlessly wandered around the dilapidated district.
Under the cold moonlight, the relaxed Wu Shuang was walking alone on the Demon Beast's sealed path.
Without any warning, a shadow loomed over his head, followed by the shrill sound of wind breaking.
Wu Shuang's figure moved, and under the push of a few Trunk Sound Talisman s, he instantly moved one meter, and then threw a punch at a figure that fell from the sky.
The figure missed and its sharp claws made two deep marks on the ground. It didn't expect that its prey would be able to dodge its attack. The moment it turned its head, it saw a golden dragon claw expanding and taking over its line of sight.
Sssii! *
The Night Wing Leopard's head was chopped off by the dragon claw, but its death sounded like the horn for attack, causing countless Demon Beast to madly rush over, like a tidal wave pouncing towards Wu Shuang.
"Good timing." Instead of retreating, Wu Shuang advanced into the group of Demon Beast. Laughing loudly, he charged into the group of Demon Beast s.
Every punch would cause a Demon Beast to explode, and every kick would cause a group of Demon Beast to fly into the air. The power of Dragon Fist combined with the continuous dodging of Flowing Wind and Snow created a terrifying human-shaped meat grinder, quickly slaughtering all the Demon Beast here.
The reason why Wu Shuang chose to come out at night was to get his proficiency in "Flowing Wind Back to Snow". Now, this battle song could be changed to 12 consecutive times.
From seven in the evening to the early morning, Wu Shuang was like an indefatigable killing machine, sharpening his battle song and harvesting the Demon Beast's life at the same time.
His body was already soaked in the splatter of beast blood, and even his vision was blurred with blood. Unfortunately, he was still one step away from fully mastering 'Flowing Wind and Snow'.
"Phew …" Hu … "It seems like we can only stop here for tonight."
Wu Shuang panted heavily, looked around at the surrounding wailing Demon Beast and the bloody road covered with beast corpses behind him, and helplessly chose to give up. He took off his sticky blood shirt and disappeared into the night without looking back.
The next day, a large group of Trial Taker gathered in the square in front of the town government. The news of Qin Hao challenging Ye Zhiqiu on the last day of the Martial Arts Competition had long been spread by Trial Taker's word of mouth.
Everyone was curious about the battle maniac, Madman Qin, and the publicly acknowledged heaven's pride level expert of the Ye family. Who was the number one person in the younger generation?
At this moment, it was not only them. Even the four grand characters in the small three-story building were paying attention to this stunning battle.
"Hehe, it's rare to see Trial Taker, who is ranked first, battling second." The beautiful young woman swirled the red wine cup in her hand as she casually glanced at the Martial Competition Ranking.
Name: Qin Hao
City: Fengxin City
Rank: 1 (Survival: 1550/1645)
Score: 632 points.
Trial Area: Uniform trial area
"… …"
Name: Ye Zhiqiu
City: Fengtian City
Rank 2 (Survival: 1550/1645)
Score: 621 points.
Trial Area: Uniform trial area
"… …"
Name: Wu Shuang
City: Shangning City
Ranking: 18 (Survival: 1550/1645)
Score: 493 points.
Trial Area: Uniform trial area
"… …"
"These two brats have great interest in me. They bet points that the loser will fail the martial arts exam, and the winner will become the highest score in all of history. Tsk tsk, this battle is too much to look forward to." Diao Xifeng said with glowing eyes.
"Qin Hao's' Troll Tyrant Body 'can obtain huge and powerful self-recovery power, while Ye Zhiqiu's' Thousand Threads Slaughter 'can control hundreds of threads as tough as iron. As both of them are Heavenly Sound Master, and each has their own merits, the outcome is hard to predict."
After Elder Cui said this, he sighed. Wu Shuang, whom he had placed his high hopes on, did indeed achieve a good result. However, that was just a good result after all.
He also understood that Wu Shuang was not weaker than any of them. It was just that he was too kind and did not abandon his friends or rob others. Although he did not have a good character, he might not be able to adapt to the rules of the forest.
"Hahaha, what's wrong with that? The winner will definitely be us, Qin Hao. Old Ye's attack power is not good, but it's a bit difficult to deal with. As long as Qin Hao gets the chance, he can finish him in one hit." The red-faced man said confidently.
No one could deny his words. The moment the 'Thousand Thread Slaughter' thread was used, even steel could be broken. If it was just a little bit difficult to deal with, how could it be comparable to the 'Troll Tyrant Body'? Who would be the last to laugh in this battle? They would need a bit of luck.
"… …"
In the town's square, Qin Hao cracked his neck and said to the lean man in unstained clothes, "Ye Zhiqiu, everyone says you are the first in the younger generation in Yeyang Province. Today, I will accept this title."
Ye Zhiqiu, who wore a long robe of ancient wind and had a long hair that covered the back of his head, looked at the pair of eyes in Qin Hao and sneered, "Hehe, so weird that they call you Madman Qin. If you're crazy, you shouldn't be afraid of biting your tongue."
"Mad talk? "Hmph, I hope you can still laugh after I beat you to a pulp."
As Qin Hao said this, he started to play a war song, and a large amount of colorless notes quickly turned into melodies. Following the appearance of the golden Divine Talisman, the speed of the transformation instantly doubled, and in just three breaths of time, a movement appeared above his head.
After that, a huge, green-faced, fanged demon mirage appeared behind him. Qin Hao's body also swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. His incomparably well-built body that was made of countless musical notes appeared to be mysterious.
"How reckless." Ye Zhiqiu's expression turned cold. Beside him, a shining Divine Talisman appeared as well. As the hundred melodies condensed into music, the illusion of a human-faced spider bared its fangs and brandished its claws.
After the two of them played their war songs one by one, the surrounding atmosphere instantly became stifling, as if a great battle was about to happen …