Chapter 57: The Mysterious Mountain Arena Tournament (Three)

  Wang Wanyue was secretly excited, preparing to look down at the stage and enjoy the cheers of those people. Suddenly, she felt a blackness in front of her eyes, and a majestic figure like a dark mountain pressed down on her, blocking out the light. With one leap, he jumped onto the stage.

  Suddenly standing in front of Wang Wanyuan.

  Wang Wanyuan was shocked, took a step back and looked up to see the person opposite her with a dark face, muscles bulging under his clothes, holding an iron rod in his hand, staring coldly at Wang Wanyuan.

  "You want to fight?"

  Looking at this person's appearance, Wang Wenyue's heart suddenly became timid.

  He said calmly: "Originally I didn't want to bully a girl either, but you made my sister sad, and I have to help my sister get this face back."

  "Your sister? Which one?"

  "That person coldly said: 'And another thing, of course, it's that arena master from just now. I don't know what kind of sinister method you used to knock her down. Hmph, relying on your strength, you were originally not as good as hers. This title of arena master doesn't suit you, so why don't you step down early?'"

  He finished speaking, raised the iron rod in his hand to his chest, and with a loud "crack", the iron rod suddenly broke into two pieces. He held one piece of the iron rod in each hand and swung them at Wang Wenyuan.

  The crowd below let out a collective "oh", never expecting this person's divine power to be so astonishing.

  Even if one has a higher level of internal energy, it's not something that can be done easily. Not everyone is born with divine strength, and even Li Ran's knife skills are currently unable to bend the iron rod with such ease.

  Wang Wanyuean became even more timid, taking another step back, and slightly turning her head, she saw Qin Fengchuan looking at her with concern from a short distance away, and suddenly felt a surge of courage in her heart, forgetting her fear.

  "We can't let our loved ones look down on us! This person is very strong, but the sword is about technique and finesse, not just brute force."

  Wang Wanxuan gritted her teeth and took a light step forward, extending her long sword to unleash the Nine-Curve Departure, the most powerful sword technique. A streak of light shot towards the man. With a loud clang, the man's iron rod precisely struck Wang Wanxuan's sword tip, causing her wrist to ache with numbness, and she nearly lost her grip on the sword.

  That man's iron rod was like a mad tiger, pointing east and hitting west, not only was his strength abnormal, but his technique was also exquisite. Wang Wuxian's long sword suddenly slanted to one side, letting the iron rod pass, then rapidly rose up in a thrust, as if popping up from below, directly aiming at the opponent's throat.

  That man was shocked, took a step back, and with an iron rod deflected Wang Wenyuan's sword tip, also scaring out a cold sweat.

  Wang Wanyue took advantage of this opportunity to take a deep breath and calm the blood in her chest.

  Li Ran's swordsmanship turned danger into safety once again.

  The man opposite furrowed his eyebrows tightly, and with a loud clang, he struck again with the iron rod. The two iron rods were like two black dragons, becoming increasingly agile and nimble, forcing Wang Wenyuan to retreat repeatedly. With another loud crash, this time the iron rod directly shattered the long sword into pieces.

  The two are too far apart in strength, and it's not something that can be turned around with just one or two moves.

  Wang Wanxuan was shocked and quickly jumped away, but in mid-air, she felt a strong gust of wind coming towards her. An iron rod was forcefully placed on her right shoulder, making a cracking sound. The person's iron rod moved forward with great force, then suddenly pulled back, dislocating Wang Wanxuan's right arm. Her arm hung limply down.

  Wang Wanyue swiftly retreated, tripping and falling towards the stage floor. Li Ran's knife flashed forward a step, one hand spinning to dissipate the force of her fall, allowing Wang Wanyue to land steadily on the ground.

  Wang Wanyuan's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down her forehead, and a look of grievance in her eyes.

  They were not on the same level to begin with, and that person was clearly there to bully others. After being knocked off stage, they even dislocated their own arm as a means of revenge for giving his sister an outburst.

  Wang Wanyu felt both pain and anger, with tears welling up in her eyes.

  Many people couldn't help but feel heartbroken and secretly sighed when they saw this scene, the mountain wolf's face was full of wrinkles, its eyes were blazing with anger, and its teeth were chattering loudly.

  "It's really too damn bullying, thinking that our Wanghe Village is nobody?"

  With a loud roar, he jumped onto the stage in one swift motion.

  Qin Fengchuan's face turned white in an instant, his eyebrows almost standing on end. He looked at Gu Lieyang on the other stage and was about to give up competing with him and get off the stage to take care of his own girl. From a distance, he saw Li Ran Dao standing beside Wang Wenyi, stretching out one hand to gently brush against her shoulder blade, then using his other hand to lift Wang Wenyi's arm up through her sleeve.

  With a "click" sound, Wang Wanxuan's face was filled with joy, and she vigorously exercised her arm, as flexible as ever.

  Li Rendao's hands didn't even touch Wang Wenyuan's arm, but he had already healed it. Qin Fengchuan couldn't help but secretly admire his technique and let out a long sigh of satisfaction, nodding his head in approval. Li Rendao's courtesy put him at ease, letting go of many worries.

  The mountain wolf jumped onto the stage in one step, and without saying a word, he unfolded his knife with the momentum of a mad tiger, and clashed with the man holding an iron rod in the first moment, sparks flying everywhere.

  The mountain wolf has a violent temper, often resorting to force at the slightest provocation. In the mountain courtyard, he is a tyrant feared by all who see him. However, he is also extremely chivalrous and hot-blooded, and when he sees a girl from his own mountain courtyard being bullied, he is the first to take action, charging forward in anger to pick a fight.

  This battle was much more intense than the ones seen in those flower racks, with clubs flying like fierce winds and knives slicing through the air, each move from both men seemingly a fight to the death, striking fear into the hearts of all who watched, amidst the thick smoke.

  The crowd below was stirred up as soon as the number was called out.

  The mountain wolf knife was sharp and fierce, with a swift and powerful opening and closing. There was no unnecessary complexity, every move directly aimed at the enemy's vital point. The man holding the iron rod was already clumsy, but he could unfold his rod like the Yangtze River, flowing freely in all directions, east one rod west one rod, simply sealing off the mountain wolf's chopping knife with a few moves.

  After a few more rounds, the man's iron rod became faster and faster. The divine power on the iron rod was astonishing, like two ferocious black dragons swirling around the mountain wolf endlessly. Many people in the audience were skilled in stick techniques, but seeing this person's iron rod produce such changes, they could perform every style to perfection, and they couldn't help but admire him.

  A loud crash shook the ground, and many people's eardrums buzzed in response. The mountain wolf's chopping knife was smashed into two pieces by an iron rod, and the mountain wolf retreated several steps with a surge of blood in his chest, his face turning pale.

  "Not good!"

  Wang Wanxuan's heart skipped a beat.

  The mountain wolf threw the half knife to the ground, took out the fine iron fist cover and put it on his hand, and rushed towards that person again. In the midst of the loud noise, the fists and sticks collided violently. The mountain wolf was originally no match for the other person, and he was at a disadvantage with his weapon, retreating repeatedly, feeling like his throat was about to emit smoke.

  Suddenly someone shouted from under the stage:

  "Brother Wolf, take this!"

  One person threw up the iron rod in his hand.

  In the midst of the chaos, the mountain wolf grasped the iron rod in his hand and was greatly invigorated. With renewed vigor, he summoned all his strength to fiercely clash with that person. The loud crashing sounds echoed through the valley, causing many people to involuntarily cover their ears with both hands, their faces turning pale from the shock of the noise.