C112 He Wanted to Defeat the Enemy
Defeat the enemy.
As expected, no one stopped Mu Yu after he entered the hall. Figures could be seen shuttling back and forth in the hall. Everyone was wearing the same grey robe as him.
"The competition has begun. Let's hurry up and go. Although we aren't strong enough, it's still fun to watch."
"Not only will the first place be rewarded handsomely, but we will also be able to marry the princess of ancient clan. I'm so envious."
The voices of a few disciples of the Hall of Souls entered Mu Yu's ears.
"The princess of ancient clan? Isn't that Xun'er?"
Mu Yu made up his mind and followed the disciples closely.
After a while, Mu Yu arrived at an empty place. At this time, there were hundreds of disciples of the Hall of Souls surrounding him.
The shouts were like a tsunami, deafening everyone.
At this moment, there were already two disciples of the Hall of Souls competing with each other on the stage.
The difference in strength between the two was obvious. In just a few moves, the lean disciple kicked the other disciple off the stage and spat out saliva.
"Can't even withstand a single blow!" The lean disciple said with some disdain.
"Ai, the gap between us ordinary disciples and the ten jades is too great. Even Wang Ming, who is at the end of the ten jades, isn't someone we can fight."
"Who asked Hall Master to give the best resources to the ten jades every time? That's why the ten jades is so different from us."
"Forget it. We ordinary disciples shouldn't go either. The reward this time and the princess of ancient clan will definitely not be able to escape from the hands of the ten jades."
Below the stage, all the ordinary disciples shook their heads and sighed. In the face of such a powerful ten jades, it was hard for them to resist.
"A bunch of trash, none of them is enough for me, Wang Ming."
Seeing the timid look of the disciples below the stage, that lean disciple, Wang Ming's eyes seemed extremely arrogant.
"With just this bit of strength, you actually dare to be so arrogant!"
At this time, a young and unfamiliar voice sounded from below the stage.
All the disciples looked over.
They saw a sixteen year old youth slowly walking towards the stage.
The disciples below the stage unconsciously opened up a path for him.
"You're still not afraid of death? Hurry up and get up here. See how I'll beat you to the ground in three moves."
On the stage, Wang Ming crossed his arms in front of his chest. His face was still filled with disdain.
"I don't need three moves." Mu Yu smiled faintly and said, "Maybe I only need one move."
"You are quite self-aware." Wang Ming couldn't help but laugh, then he said, "Forget it. Since we are brothers, I will let you attack first. Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to attack."
"Thank you."
Mu Yu's body suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Wang Ming in the next moment.
Wang Ming was shocked. Just as he was about to raise his hand to block the attack, Mu Yu's palm landed on Wang Ming's chest.
This palm carried a strong inner strength and sent Wang Ming flying out of the stage.
"Wah!"
Wang Ming spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Mu Yu on the stage. However, he did not have the strength to stand up again.
He had never thought that he would be careless.
At this moment, Wang Ming seemed extremely embarrassed and angry.
The crowd was in an uproar. They didn't expect that one of the ten jades, Wang Ming, would be defeated by a nameless disciple.
Furthermore, he was defeated with a single palm strike.
This had completely overturned the idea that the ten jades in their hearts could not be defeated.
All the ordinary disciples looked at Mu Yu with eyes full of worship.
Many of them had suffered the inhuman torture and torture of the ten jades.
At this time, Mu Yu had helped them vent their anger.
Not only had he dealt a heavy blow to the arrogant face of the ten jades, he had also given them the confidence to defeat it.
"You just succeeded in a sneak attack. What's there to be arrogant about?"
