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Chapter 59: Chapter Fifty Five: Delivering the Human Head

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Bao Zuo, wielding a blunt sword, stepped onto the stage, facing Teng Liyan, whose condition was almost completely intact. Nevertheless, he brimmed with confidence.

“You have a great advantage,” Tang Luo told him before he stepped on the stage.

As Bao Zuo looked confused, Tang Luo patted his shoulder with a sense of finality.

“Just aim for his legs. His mere flesh and blood are no match for iron.”

“Besides, your Abyssal Flame Blade is incredibly powerful. Just aim for his legs, push him to the edge of the ring and then use the Mysterious Moon Slash to knock him off the stage.”

Seeing Bao Zuo’s incredulous face, Tang Luo continued to encourage him.

Don t be afraid, just hit his thighs. Don’t bother defending yourself. If he attacks you with his arms, just fight back and hit his thighs.”

“Haven’t you realized yet? This Teng Liyan hasn’t trained in any hand-to-hand combat at all. His arms are as useless as if they are disabled.”

The memory of the delighted fiddle of Tang Luo was still imprinted in Bao Zuo’s mind. Even though he didn’t know how he had an advantage, he was certain that Instructor Tang wouldn’t deceive him.

“The second round, Bao Zuo versus Teng Liyan, begins.” Tang Bin raised his right hand and announced the start of the second round of the martial arts competition.

Bao Zuo covered his Abyssal Flame Blade with spiritual power; the blade burned with a majestic flame.

Teng Liyan didn’t care who his opponent was and charged into the attack. Taking a high leap, a whip kick was aimed directly at Bao Zuo’s head, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind and pure white spiritual power, making Teng Liyan seem like an immortal who had descended onto earth.

Even he was in awe of his own graceful kick, until he saw the blue fire blade slashing toward the base of his thigh.

Teng Liyan, who was still in mid-air, awkwardly flipped over to dodge the slash.

blue

Liyan was infuriated. He wanted to kick back, but when

Tang Luo had mentioned, Teng Liyan did not dare to confront him directly. Therefore, with both hands gripping the sword, he swung it wildly towards Teng Liyan’s lower body. The long sword covered in Abyssal Flame swung like a nimble whip,

hunched over and his hands full with his sword, he was seemingly leaving himself wide open. A quick diversion would allow him to land a flurry

regardless of his regret, Teng Liyan, whose only strength lay in his legs, was constantly pushed back to the

soon, he would lose. The prospect of losing to such an unworthy opponent was something Teng Liyan, with his

to take a risk. Teng Liyan channeled his energy into his left knee, planning to deal a deadly blow when his

room for constant retreat. Teng Liyan knew he would be forced off the stage after ten

panic, but his steps

steps, three

at Bao Zuo’s face. However, Bao Zuo, who had been using the Abyssal Flame Blade, suddenly pulled back and hopped, holding the blade m his right hand in

Damn it.

mind, but the already deployed Rhino Horn Burst could not be withdrawn. He could only watch as Bao Zuo slashed horizontally and vertically, emitting a

easily divided by the sword light, continuing its trajectory

Liyan closed his eyes,

Thump.

next to Teng Liyan and waved his hand at the blade-light. Pure white energy, appearing like a shield, manifested along the arc of his swing. The blade-light disappeared upon contact with the shield, just

“Bao Zuo, wins!”

felt his opponent was utterly disgraceful, without even giving a fair warning

ever ran into this bastard again, he would beat him so badly that

a loser affect the victor’s

declared, “I told you, that idiot who only trains his legs is bound to suffer

he slammed his stick

the stick embedded itself into the stone platform, striking

Tang Bin raised

Fang Xinghan’s stick was already sweeping towards him. The

his long blade to block its

surely it had to be stronger than a wooden stick,

The once formidable wooden stick was split apart in the process without any power applied

holding the broken stick with a smug smile, in the same stance