Chapter 768: Chapter 62: The Demon King Descends on Bifang Mountain

When Tang Luo stepped onto the sixty-fifth platform, there were already hundreds of supporters beneath the platform. It was the same old formula, the same familiar taste and slogan.

After one punch, the platform champion fell unconscious, the platform was closed, and Tang Luo, with the championship seal in hand, moved onto another nearby platform.

The crowd spontaneously parted to carve out a path. The young masters of Longzhou’s top families all stood by, watching with incredulous expressions as Tang Luo moved onto the next platform. They were all heirs of the top families from all over Longzhou, now like a group of flunkeys, witnessing the miracle created by the Pride of Xiling.

After a brief ten moments, platform sixty-four was closed.

The dense crowd and the repeated closing of the platforms finally caught the attention of all the challengers. Through whispers that swept the crowd like wildfire, people finally realized, on the last day of the Four Corners Challenge on Bifang Mountain, a devil himself had arrived.

All twenty-five platforms at the western corner of the Four Corners Challenge had been shut down, completely falling!

Tang Luo stood bare-chested, revealing muscles that were robust like a sculpture. The exaggerated yet surging lines were as if drawn by a painter.

Over twenty championship seals were bundled in his clothes and slung over his left shoulder. Stone-faced, Tang Luo headed for the first of the northern platform, number fifty!

Leaving his clothes with the championship seals in a corner of the platform, Tang Luo walked to the center of the platform and calmly declared, “One punch. If you don’t end it, I consider it my loss.”

twenty iterations of the Longzhou Youth Martial Arts Contest’s history, there had perhaps never been a challenger as domineering as this. Twenty-five platforms, each ended

Bu Aotian, the champion of platform fifty. He couldn’t help but yell, “Do you arrogant rascal know

than the spoken threat. Before Bu Aotian could finish his sentence, Tang Luo’s fist was already inches away from him. Bu Aotian evidently hadn’t expected Tang Luo to act so rashly after he’d announced his family name. Caught off guard and unable to block effectively, he was knocked unconscious

platforms, sweeping across all twenty-five platforms again. Whether it was masters well-versed in strength techniques, young swordsmen who had achieved spiritual understanding, or spellcasting experts with unique techniques, even direct descendants of the

bundled in his clothes, forming a round bundle, hanging from Tang Luo’s shoulder, clanging

This cannot continue!

Luo’s figure get closer, the twenty-five champions on

Some of them indeed wanted to use secret techniques

entering the Martial Saint Mountain were extremely strict. The most basic one was to hold onto the platform—that is, during

days of big battles, not only did challengers meet and exchange moves, these same outsiders from the same dormitories had even

still within a controllable range. Even when faced with a mediocre disciple, there was no clear winner or loser. According to these guys’ progress, even if they didn’t stop

at least half of this year’s disciples who could enter the inner gate would be able to do so.

and northern platforms meant that fifty disciples have lost hope of entering

to the southern platform without even needing to rest. Isn’t

one must enter the inner gate.

with Tang Luo were secretly annoyed and thought of

But with his martial arts skills, he knew in an instant that the gap in strength between the champion and challengers was tremendous. Victory was

challengers on the platform, they didn’t have to face Tang Luo, and against an opponent they could easily defeat, as long as they controlled their rhythm, they could keep the match going until the opponent ran out of spiritual

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