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"Hey, hey, I said old fat man."

"It's just a discussion, why are you so stingy, isn't it?"

"It's just a good time to take this opportunity to enhance the relationship between our four major martial arts schools in Dagan Kingdom, right?"

Lu Ming, the dean of the Third Martial Academy, said with a smile.

"That's right, old fat man."

"Hurry up, go and call your so-called 'Sword and Sword Shuangjue' over here, and make gestures first."

'I heard that although the students of your No. [-] Martial Arts Academy are not high in cultivation, they are very powerful in combat! '

"Let us see and learn, and learn!"

Zhang Sanfeng quickly echoed.

"Yes, Brother Xuanyuan."

"It's just a martial arts competition, just think of it as a warm-up for the real dragon competition."

Chu Yanling, the dean of the Fourth and Fifth Academy, also came over to interject.

"You, you—"

"Ah, okay."

Faced with the pressure of the three, Xuanyuan Wushuang had no choice but to agree.

There is no way, no promise, no way!

Everyone has set up a ring at the door of the house, if you still hold back and don't dare to fight, if it gets out, won't his reputation as the No. [-] Martial Academy be ruined?
If you fight, you will fight. At worst, you will lose.

Xuanyuan Wushuang pouted, and called Meng Xinghe and Lin Tianwang who were being courted by everyone.

Followed by, of course, many students from the First Martial Academy.

Not only did they want to see the fights between masters, but they also hoped that the "sword and sword", which the academy had placed high hopes on, would be able to show the momentum of the No. [-] martial arts academy.

Lin Tianwang and Meng Xinghe saluted the heads of the other three martial arts schools respectively, and after greeting Wang Cong, the competition began.

The location of the competition is on a wide lawn on the left side of the gate of the First Martial Academy.

"Who do you want to challenge?"

Holding the long sword in his hand, Lin Tianwang asked Wang Cong in a cold voice.

"Your level is too low to be my opponent."

"You two should go together."

Wang Cong shook his head lightly, facing Lin Tianwang's question, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Insanity!"

"His grandma, don't think that a high cultivation level is a big deal!"

"In my opinion, you are just an embroidered pillow."

Lin Tianwang and Meng Xinghe spoke respectively.

Then the two looked at each other, planning to join forces and attack Wang Cong from the left and right sides.

After all, after all, Wang Cong Wuhuang's cultivation in the sixth heaven still made the two of them feel a lot of pressure.

In order to increase the chances of winning and not to embarrass the academy, they couldn't care less.

"The ninth form of the Overlord Sword, overlord the world!"

"The eighth form of Extinct Sword Art - Sword Eight!!"

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, the two of them shot almost at the same time, took out the strongest move they could master, and both attacked Wang Cong.

"Hmph, small tricks."

"Pour me—"

Wang Cong snorted coldly, turned his two eyeballs left and right, and just glanced at the two of them.

"Plop, plop-"

The swords of Lin Tianwang and Meng Xinghe fell to the ground before they could even swing them, and they fainted on the ground together with their whole bodies.

Wang Cong of the Third Martial Academy, like an understatement, "instakilled" the long-established "Sword and Sword" of the First Martial Academy!
"Fuck!"

"Amazing!"

"Did you see clearly, what trick did he use?"

"I didn't see it clearly!"

"It's too powerful. This is not a martial arts contest, it's simply a massacre!"

The onlookers of the No. [-] Martial Arts Institute were all stunned, and there were bursts of restlessness one after another.

"What a weird mental attack."

Lin Yufei, who was standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, sighed softly.

This Wang Cong is not simple.

She thought that even if she met Wang Cong, she might not be able to get any cheap.