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Chapter 123 Holy crap, this young man!

Li Wudao smiled faintly, said nothing, and simply gestured for him to make a move.

His composed and casual demeanor gave off a lazy feeling, as if he were facing not a formidable enemy, but an insignificant insect.

"you--"

Shen Ming's lips twitched slightly, his chest heaved rapidly, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Looking across the vast Xuantian Sect, the number of his fellow disciples who dared to look down on him so much could be counted on one hand, and each of them was an exceptionally talented King Realm expert.

Unexpectedly, today I saw contempt in the eyes of a mere Martial Master.

The stark contrast was unbearable for him, driving him to the brink of madness!

Shen Ming took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, his eyes flashing coldly, and said, "I have to admit, you do have some skills. If we were to fight at the same level, I wouldn't be your match..."

At this point, he paused slightly, then changed the subject, "Unfortunately, in the face of absolute suppression of realm, any technique is powerless."

The words fell.

Shen Ming exuded an aura belonging to the King Realm, and then, with his hands behind his back, he walked step by step into the air.

At this moment, his face was indifferent and his posture was aloof, like a god looking down at Li Wudao.

The next instant, he raised his palm and struck out, decisive and calm.

"Ah-"

A silver palm shadow shot out against the wind, growing to a size of ten zhang, obscuring half the sky. Its silvery light shone brightly, as if it would crush the boy below into a meat patty.

"This is... a top-grade Heaven-rank martial art—the 'Silver Palm.' As expected of Senior Brother Shen, he actually mastered it!"

"There are only a handful of disciples in the sect who can master this martial art. Senior Brother Shen's talent and ability are truly remarkable!"

"The 'Silver Palm' is incredibly powerful and has a wide range, making it difficult for most people to withstand. Now, with Senior Brother Shen having the advantage of timing, I really don't know how he can lose."

"Alas, Li Wudao is only a Martial Grandmaster after all. Once Senior Brother Shen steps into the air to fight, he can only watch helplessly as he is beaten, without any power to fight back."

"It's just a publicity stunt. If Li Wudao can hold out for even a quarter of an hour, I'll eat shit while standing on my head!"

The disciples watching were quick to criticize and make radical comments, all believing that Li Wudao was doomed to lose.

at the same time.

On the arena, just as the Flowing Silver Palm was about to strike, Li Wudao calmly transformed into a blur and lightly dodged away.

"Ok?"

In mid-air, Shen Ming was slightly surprised, not expecting that a body cultivator's movement technique would be so agile.

However, he didn't care much and sneered as he slapped out several palms in succession, "Let's see how you dodge this time?"

"Boom——"

A deafening roar echoed across the arena, like a thunderclap in a clear sky. Streams of silver energy surged wildly, making the disciples' hearts pound with fear.

Such a dense barrage of martial arts attacks, if it hit them, would definitely knock them unconscious and they'd be forced to start their feast immediately.

However, faced with the overwhelming and almost indiscriminate barrage of martial arts techniques, Li Wudao dodged them perfectly each time, like a swimming dragon.

"How can it be--"

Looking at Li Wudao's spotless figure, Shen Ming's pupils contracted, his face stiffened, and he found it hard to accept.

Imagine, such an offensive would injure even a Martial King in his early stages, yet his opponent's robes remained completely intact, leaving him with a sense of powerlessness, as if he were hitting cotton.

"Damn, is this kid some kind of mudfish that's become a spirit?"

Shen Ming cursed inwardly.

He never expected that Li Wudao's movement skills were so superb. He clapped his hands so hard they were almost smoking, but he couldn't even touch the hem of the other's clothes.

Damn it, how am I supposed to crack an egg like this?!

Glancing at the incense burner, which was nearly half full, Shen Ming sighed, his face full of resentment.

With the fifteen minutes almost up, he tried his best, but couldn't do anything to Li Wudao in a short time, and had no choice but to accept defeat.

"Wow, Li Wudao actually held out against Senior Brother Shen for a quarter of an hour?"

"Damn, is this really the Martial Grandmaster I know? I'm afraid he's a fake..."

"Where's that guy who wanted to eat shit? Hey, don't run away, you don't need to do a handstand, just eat it directly."

"Tsk tsk, what a little glutton..."

The disciples laughed mockingly as they watched the young man flee in panic.

Several peak masters sighed in surprise, not expecting such an outcome. Then, as if they had thought of something, they all cast strange glances at the peak master of the Pill and Weapon Peak.

"Old Chang, it seems you've lost."

Murong Yan smiled, his tone slightly teasing.

"Hmph, that kid just got lucky. If they had fought a little longer, Shen Ming would definitely have won!"

The leader of Danqi Peak snorted coldly in displeasure, and then reluctantly threw the King-level whip at Xia Gucheng.

Murong Yan and the others remained noncommittal in response to these remarks.

Admittedly, it was already quite impressive that Li Wudao could hold out against Shen Ming for a quarter of an hour, but if it had lasted any longer, Shen Ming would most likely have won.

"Finished? Now it's my turn, right?"

Just then, Li Wudao's voice suddenly came from the arena.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes filled with astonishment.

What's going on? Could it be that Li Wudao wants to continue fighting?

If you've already held out for a quarter of an hour, wouldn't this just be asking for trouble and suffering?

Shen Ming frowned slightly, then realized what was going on and found it somewhat ridiculous. He said sarcastically, "Although I can't defeat you, you don't really think you can do anything to me, do you?"

At this moment, he was a hundred meters away from the ground, and ordinary martial arts techniques could not harm him at all; they could easily dodge them.

In any case, he did not believe that a mere Martial Master could threaten him.

"is it?"

A slight smile appeared on Li Wudao's lips.

He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his index and middle fingers together, using them as a sword.

Instantly, an invisible aura burst forth from his body, his black hair flew wildly, and his robes fluttered without wind, making a rustling sound.

"This aura... could it be...?"

On the high platform, Murong Yan seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly sat up straight, staring intently at the center of the arena.

"Keng——"

Suddenly, a clear and melodious sword cry rang out on the arena.

A dazzling sword light shot out from Li Wudao's sword finger, as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Shen Ming, a hundred meters away.

"Unarmed sword energy being released... How is this possible?!"

Shen Ming's eyes narrowed sharply, his face paled in shock, and he was enveloped in a chill. This sword energy made him feel a strong sense of crisis!

Without thinking, he instinctively struck out with his palm, trying to neutralize the sword energy.

"boom!"

To everyone's astonishment, the azure sword energy tore through the silver palm shadow with overwhelming force, rushing straight forward without any hindrance and striking Shen Ming's chest hard.

"puff--"

The next instant, Shen Ming felt a sweet taste in his throat, tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground. He struggled for several breaths but was unable to get up.

He collapsed to the ground, struggling to lift his head. His face was covered in blood, and his shirt was stained red with a shocking blood hole.

Clearly, the outcome is decided.

The whole place fell into deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes trembled, their mouths went dry, and they were too shocked to speak at this scene.

At this moment, the elder who judged the contest broke the silence, gasped, and exclaimed in a classic Chinese style, "Holy crap, this young man!"

He originally thought Li Wudao was just an arrogant guy who talked big, but he never expected that he was really capable!

"Senior Brother Shen actually...lost?!"

"How can he unleash sword energy without using any magical artifacts, and with such incredible power?"

"........."

The disciples watching had conflicting expressions, feeling bewildered and melancholic, unable to accept this fact for a long time.

On the high platform.

Murong Yan suddenly stood up, his expression solemn, a deep look of amazement flashing in his eyes, and said, "Using a finger as a sword... the sword energy is like a rainbow... such skill in swordsmanship..."

"Only those who have reached the 'Great Perfection of Sword Intent' can achieve this!"