Chapter 1151 - 382: Sinister Xueyang

"Who do you think you are?"

Xueyang’s face was full of mockery as he watched Bai Xiaolong approach. He figured it was just another fool coming to seek death. What a pity. This was the Divine Land, filled with far too many messy rules. Otherwise, he could have killed countless people. Now, they could only spar until a hit was landed. Let alone killing, they weren’t even allowed to draw blood.

However, the strength of this guy in front of him seemed pretty good. But it was only just "pretty good." Below the Grandmaster level, no one could even touch the hem of his clothes.

Xueyang sighed inwardly. Just how long was that animal, Su Yue, going to keep hiding? His fanatical pursuit of Mu Cheng wasn’t because of her beauty. In the eyes of the Yangxiang Race, no matter how beautiful human Martial Artists were, they were nothing more than hairless monkeys. He couldn’t muster any interest in them at all. Xueyang only wanted to use Mu Cheng to force Su Yue to show himself.

Ever since that axe strike, Xueyang constantly thought about taking revenge. He wanted to destroy him completely—body and soul. He planned to first steal Su Yue’s girlfriend here in the Divine Land, then find an opportunity to kill him in the Wet Realm. But Xueyang was frustrated. No matter how many schemes he had in mind, that coward Su Yue simply wouldn’t come out. To be able to cower to this extent made him quite the talent.

"I am West Martial Bai Xiaolong, the White Impermanence here to send you on your way! Tell Mandie Country to prepare your coffin!" Bai Xiaolong walked out into a clearing and locked eyes with Xueyang from afar.

Immediately, the nearby students scattered, leaving them plenty of room to fight. Bai Xiaolong was the very first of the Wuda Students to break through to become a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist. With him personally taking the field, he might just be able to extinguish Xueyang’s arrogance.

Meng Yang stood in the front row of the crowd. He grumbled inwardly, "My spotlight got stolen again. If you, Bai Xiaolong, are the White Impermanence, then when it’s my turn, I’ll have to be the Black Impermanence. I don’t want to be that dark."

Beside the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, Mu Cheng also looked at Bai Xiaolong in surprise. "He finally came," she thought. Over the past few days, Xueyang had been defeating Divine Land Fifth-Grade Martial Artists everywhere, causing a massive uproar. At the same time, he had issued challenges to both Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang. As expected, Bai Xiaolong still couldn’t hold his temper.

Could he win? In truth, there wasn’t much hope. Mu Cheng had seen Xueyang make his moves with her own eyes several times. The Divine Land Martial Artists who fought him were not weak at all, and some were even speed-oriented Martial Artists. But no matter how strong they were, if they couldn’t even touch their opponent’s body, it was completely useless. Her dad had analyzed that Xueyang’s dodging and shifting abilities were god-tier below the Grandmaster level. In other words, he was practically invincible. Bai Xiaolong would probably end up humiliating himself too. She wondered who on earth could subdue this monster. He was just like a fly—incredibly annoying.

"So you are that Bai Xiaolong. I’ll just stand here. Make your move!

"It’s not that I’m underestimating you, but as long as your sword can touch me, I’ll admit defeat."

Xueyang stood with his hands behind his back, displaying the lonely composure of a peerless expert.

"In the past, there were arrogant, brain-dead fools just like you in the Divine Land. Now, they have to be supported just to use the toilet.

"Today, I’ll teach you basic human manners," Bai Xiaolong retorted.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The strong wind howled, sounding like a long whip striking the air. Bai Xiaolong performed a few beautiful sword flourishes, which were highly entertaining to watch. Although he was using a wooden sword for this sparring match, Bai Xiaolong’s imposing aura did not lose out to anyone. In reality, if it were a special type of sword, one could use the scabbard to fight. However, the scabbard of such a sword must have a locking mechanism to ensure the blade wouldn’t slip out. Obviously, Bai Xiaolong’s Longsword was not of high quality and didn’t have the function to lock the scabbard, so he could only wield a wooden sword.

"One Divine Land Martial Artist after another has fallen by my hands. It’s simply boring... Mu Cheng, I love you."

Xueyang mocked Bai Xiaolong and then immediately confessed his love to Mu Cheng. Bai Xiaolong was so angry that his palms were trembling. He thought, "Why does this animal speak so incoherently?" One second he was mocking him, and the next he was harassing Mu Cheng. He was shamelessly extreme. How did he cultivate such thick skin? It was even thicker than Meng Yang’s!

Not far away, Su Yue was also observing Xueyang. He couldn’t see anything particularly special about him. Perhaps because he was a foreigner, Xueyang’s pupils looked a bit wicked. Only Martial Artists who frequently spent time in the Wet Realm gave off this feeling. Xueyang was not simple. At the very least, he must have fought in the Wet Realm for a long time. Judging by his aura, he was a difficult opponent. Su Yue just didn’t know what Bai Xiaolong’s skill level was like.

"Su Yue, there’s not much hope of him winning. Those who haven’t seen Xueyang fight simply won’t believe that such miraculous dodging footwork exists in this world.

"This guy is very tough to deal with," Zhou Yuncan muttered, giving Su Yue a heads-up in advance so he wouldn’t be disappointed later.

"Put your grievances on hold for a moment. Let’s get down to business first."

The tense, explosive atmosphere had been on the verge of erupting. Right at that moment, Principal Nanwu stepped forward and stopped the fight between the two. The staff from the Research Institute had just arrived, and everyone was waiting for Mu Cheng to use the new weapon to kill the Evil Lice. Compared to the matter of the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, the battle between Bai Xiaolong and Xueyang was practically child’s play. Grand General Mu Jingliang had a myriad of affairs to attend to every day. He had specifically spared a day at Nanwu just to witness Mu Cheng killing the Evil Lice.

"Student Mu Cheng, this is a Longsword recently developed by the Research Institute. It is primarily made of Source Stones, with 71 types of alloys added to it!

"This sword should currently be the lightest and sturdiest sword in the world."

A staff member handed a wooden box to Mu Cheng. He was a deputy section chief of the Forging Department. Because of the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge, their Forging Department had been working overtime continuously for several days and nights. In fact, hardness was not an issue. If it were solely about hardness, the Research Institute would have solved the problem a long time ago.