C23 Strike

"Looks like someone is willing to be someone else's dog and bite him, then I'll break his teeth so that he won't be able to bark."

It wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear

Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding people, a young man walked out from behind Qing'er. He still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were incomparably cold. Who else could it be other than Luo Yu?

"Really? He really dares to accept the challenge!"

"Luo Long is postnatal triple, isn't that Luo Yu and waste courting death?

"Sigh …" "Young and arrogant, he can't stand being provoked!"

Discussions broke out. No one was optimistic about Luo Yu, who had walked onto the stage step by step. It seemed like the result of Luo Yu being defeated by Luo Long was destined to come to an end.

"Yes, Yu'er."

Luo Xingchen saw Luo Yu walk onto the battlestage and frowned.

"If I remember correctly, it should be your son, Luo Yu, Brother Luo!

Yang Lie looked at the young man and said.

"Brother Luo actually took the Magnolia officinalis L to heal your son's veins. Brother Luo, you're the Magnolia officinalis L that was taken three months ago. Even if you've cured the meridian, he's only just stepped into the path of the ancient martial arts right?"

Nangong Hao asked as he looked at the skinny figure.

"To be honest, I don't know whether Luo Yu and the meridian have recovered or not." Luo Xingchen's eyes flashed with worry.

"Oh …!"

Luo Yu walked up to the martial stage calmly. There was no sign of panic on his face that Luo Long wanted to see.

"I never thought that you would actually dare to walk on the battlestage. I thought you would forever hide behind women?

Luo Long's face was full of disdain

"Hit a dog? There's no need for Qing'er to do anything. I have a method to hit a mad dog like you." Luo Yu laughed, but his words were sharp.

"You …" Luo Long gritted his teeth in anger.

"If you want to die, then don't blame me!" Luo Long said as he took out his Long Sword.

"waste of your family, go to hell!"

A cold light flashed from the sword. Luo Long leaped forward and thrust his sword towards Luo Yu's chest at a fast speed. Luo Yu did not dodge. It seemed that Luo Long had forgotten to dodge due to the speed of his attack.

"Ah …"

girl, who was a bit timid, closed her eyes. She did not dare to look anymore, afraid that she would see Luo Yu stabbed to death …

"..."

However, there were no miserable cries or bloody scenes as expected. The sword was just a foot away from Luo Yu's chest, but it was caught by two slender fingers.

"This, this, this …"

"Did I see it wrong? Am I too tired from my cultivation these few days? Have I seen an illusion?" A Luo Family disciple rubbed his eyes and asked.

"Hiss …" "You didn't see wrongly, because I also saw …" Another clan disciple sucked in a breath of cold air.

"This … this isn't scientific!"

"En..." What is science, please? " Nearby question

"Eh, I don't know either. I just casually said it, quick, look!" That disciple of the Luo Family.

"Yu'er …"

When Luo Xingchen saw Luo Long's sword pierce towards Luo Yu, his heart tightened. Just as he was about to save Luo Yu, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. Could it be that Sun Tie had really recovered? He was overjoyed.

"Hehe …" "Interesting" laughed Yang Lie.

Minamiya frowned slightly.

"This Wu Tie can cultivate now?" A hint of coldness flashed across Luo Xinghe's eyes.

"You, you, you …"

Luo Long opened his eyes wide in disbelief

Luo Yu had cultivated the Body Metamorphosis Scripture for six years, not to mention his internal strength cultivation, just his physical strength alone was equivalent to a thousand kilograms of postnatal triple … …

"Humph!" With a cold snort, the internal strength in Luo Long's veins and tendons exploded. With a fierce twist, the sword broke free from Luo Yu's hand.

"It's just brute force. Watch my move!"

After drawing his sword, Luo Long raised the tip of his sword high up and stabbed at Luo Yu's head.

"Who's going to take the Flower of the Fallen Flower's Nine Styles? Luo Yu, I want to see how you still dare to take it head on!" Wu Tie roared. His sword art was the same as Qing'er's.

Luo Yu's eyes flashed with killing intent, this Luo Long was a killing move, the sword carried a killing intent, this was not just a competition, this Luo Long was angered by him to the point of killing, all the internal strength in his body went into his right fist, forming a layer of skin on his fist …

"Falling Rock Fist..."

With a loud roar in his heart, he threw out a punch that brought along with it a strong wind, causing the air to hiss as it flew towards Luo Long and the Long Sword.

Buzz buzz …

A buzzing sound came from Luo Long's Long Sword. It was like a wail. He could only feel a huge force coming from the Long Sword, causing Luo Long's hands to crack and his arms to go numb.

Clang! The Long Sword fell to the ground again.

"Hua …"

"That's the Falling Rock Fist! The surface of the fist had a stone membrane, but he actually managed to cultivate perfect state! "

Some of the people below the stage who were cultivating the Falling Rock Fist shouted out in shock.

When he reached the highest perfection stage, a layer of skin would form on his fists. Normal common order swords were hard to injure, and its power was enough to shatter gold and shatter stones.

However, how difficult was it to cultivate the Martial Skill to the Perfection Stage? Even the lowest level Yellow Rank Martial Skill would require a large amount of time to hone it.

"What?" It's actually the Martial Skill of the perfect state! "

"Isn't he waste? How can one cultivate the Martial Skill to the perfect state!? "

The clamor of countless people came from the audience. Since when did Luo Yu, who had been reputed as waste, become so terrifying?

"Perfect Falling Rock Fist?" A flash of doubt and shock appeared in Luo Xingchen's eyes. When did Yu'er start training in the Martial Skill?

Yang Lie and Nangong Hao were in disbelief. Did this youth really start to train just three months ago? If that was the case, then this level of talent was too heaven-defying.

Luo Xinghe was overjoyed. Since when did this little devil suffer so much …

Luo Hua also could not believe that waste, who he had always bullied, had such strength. Hmph hmph, he still doesn't have the qualifications to argue with me.

Qing'er looked at the young man standing with his hands behind his back. A trace of tears flashed across her eyes. You, who has been looked down upon for so many years by your family, you who was once looked down upon by so many people, have finally stopped enduring?

"You, waste …" Luo Long's eyes were filled with hatred as blood spilled out from his mouth.

"Hehe, isn't it very disappointing to be beaten by the person you look down the most on? I've said it before, you're willing to be someone else's dog and bite him, so you must be prepared to be beaten until your teeth fall off!"

He was even faster than the sharp arrow. Seeing Luo Yu charge towards him with such momentum, Luo Long could not retreat, but in his heart, he felt a tinge of regret. Why did he want to be the first one to take the lead, but his self-esteem did not allow him to retreat, so he could only brace himself and go forward to clash with Luo Yu's fist.

Ka-cha! *

"..." Ah …

A crisp sound was heard, followed by a heart-wrenching scream. Luo Long spat out blood as he flew out of martial stage, his right hand dragging powerlessly.

"Hiss …" Those watching from below the stage could not help but feel a chill in their hearts when they saw Luo Long, who had vomited blood as he fell off the stage. Was that youth really waste of his clan?