Chapter 1991 - 1988: You’re Too Weak

As Gu Lingtong’s voice fell, Wu Tianxiong made his move instantly.

He was like a hungry tiger, overwhelming with a fierce and murderous aura, as if he wanted to devour the whole world.

Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed a large saber.

This saber gleamed with a cold light, its blade terrifyingly sharp, reflecting dazzling rays of light under the sunlight, making people shiver involuntarily.

With both hands gripping the saber tightly, he lifted it high and swung it directly at Xu Wendong’s forehead, carrying an imposing force as if he was going to split Xu Wendong in half.

"This strike will claim your life!" Wu Tianxiong roared, his voice full of anger and killing intent.

The saber in his hand turned out to be a third-grade treasure, not to be underestimated in power.

Seeing this, Xu Wendong’s eyes instantly became sharp, like cold stars flickering in the night sky.

His body moved like a black lightning bolt, swiftly turning aside to cleverly evade Wu Tianxiong’s strike.

Immediately, he reached out backhanded, like an iron grip, and firmly caught Wu Tianxiong by the wrist.

"No speed and no strength... you’re too weak." Xu Wendong said as he fiercely swayed the Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe in his hand towards Wu Tianxiong’s face.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound like a thunderbolt echoed in the air above the Martial Arts Arena.

All the people felt a thunderous roar in their ears, as if an invisible giant hand had fiercely slapped their faces.

In the Martial Arts Arena, everyone was dumbfounded.

Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, as if they were witnessing something impossible.

Wu Tianxiong’s body was like being struck by a heavy hammer, flying out like a cannonball.

He drew an arc in the air and then landed heavily below the stage.

According to the rules of the selection competition, he had already lost.

"Won... won?"

"So easily?"

"No way? Lin Mo just won like that?"

The crowd was as if petrified, with many feeling their scalps tingling.

They couldn’t believe that this contest would end in such an astounding way.

Even the Eight Great Elders were slack-jawed, a huge wave surging in their hearts.

They originally thought that this contest would be exceedingly intense and suspenseful, but they did not expect Xu Wendong to defeat Wu Tianxiong so effortlessly.

"Amazing! He won!" Li Jiayin and Zhao Ying’er jumped up in surprise, their faces full of excited smiles.

They were incredibly happy for Xu Wendong’s victory, filled with admiration and affection for him.

Li Lingtian also revealed a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with comfort and pride.

It seemed that his disciple was indeed extraordinary, far surpassing his imagination.

"You... you dare slap my face?" Wu Tianxiong gritted his teeth, struggling to get up from the ground.

His face was burning with pain, as if it were on fire.

His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, never expecting that due to a moment of carelessness, he would be so easily sent flying by Xu Wendong.

This happened in front of all the people of the Heavenly Nether Sect!

He felt that his dignity was trampled underfoot, utterly humiliated!

"This contest is not over yet!" Gu Lingtong said coldly, his voice icy like the chilly wind of midwinter.

"My disciple faces all challenges, so the previous rules do not count."

"This contest, whoever surrenders or dies first, loses!" His eyes gleamed with a hint of cunning, evidently trying to gain an opportunity for Wu Tianxiong.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Gu Lingtong with icy cold gazes.

They were filled with dissatisfaction and disdain for Gu Lingtong’s approach.

This guy wanted to elevate a selection competition to a life-and-death duel, which was simply too much!

"Second Elder, you’ve gone too far!" Qi Lechun burst out swearing with a face red with anger.

Grand Elder Xiao Dingtian suddenly spoke: "Going to the Nether Ruins, although one can seize opportunities, one must also face life and death trials."

"If this hurdle cannot be overcome, then why bother going to the Nether Ruins?"

"Besides, it’s not a life-and-death battle; if one doesn’t want to die, surrender and beg for mercy."

As the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Nether Sect, he was always like a Mountain Guardian Stone, his words were like a heavy hammer, undisputed by others.

Xiao Dingtian’s words shocked everyone’s hearts.

They understood that Xiao Dingtian and Gu Lingtong were playing a game, deliberately not declaring this contest a life-and-death duel, yet intending for Wu Tianxiong to kill Xu Wendong in the contest.

This approach was extremely insidious.

"Insidious, truly too insidious!" Elder An Guang cursed angrily, his voice filled with fury and helplessness.

But his words carried little weight in the Heavenly Nether Sect, so he couldn’t say much.

At this moment, Wu Tianxiong had already re-ascended the stage.

His face was full of anger and reluctance, gritting his teeth, he spat out a mouthful of blood: "You forced me to this."

Words fell.

He erupted with a frenzied aura.

In an instant.

A vigorous Fifth Level Soul Power of the Tongyou Realm surged out of his body like a turbulent tide, swirling around him.

The soul power appeared as a substantial cloud of deep blue color, with mysterious gleams.

Beneath the stage, the crowd was astonished.

In theory, Wu Tianxiong was only at the peak of the Third Realm of Tongyou, and even if he had a breakthrough, he’d at most reach the Fourth Level.

But now, he had jumped to the Fifth Level of Tongyou Realm, this enormous leap was perplexing.

The crowd was buzzing with exclamations and murmurs of discussions one after another.

Xu Wendong slightly narrowed his eyes, a trace of unexpected emotion flickering through them.

Sure enough, the cultivation speed of geniuses wasn’t to be underestimated.

Wu Tianxiong, ranked second among the disciples of Heavenly Nether Sect, indeed possessed undeniable strength and potential.

However, a faint smile appeared on his lips, as in his view, among geniuses, there were notable differences very much.

And he, indisputably, stood at a higher end.

"Today, I will shatter your bones bit by bit, making you die in the most painful way!" Wu Tianxiong’s face showed a ferocious cold smile, that smile seemed like one from the Evil Ghost of the Nine Nether Hell, full of endless malice.

He violently discarded the saber he tightly held before, with a "clang", it made a crisp sound on the stage.

Then, he quickly took out a long spear from the storage bag.

As soon as the spear appeared, it spewed out Yin Fire.

The Yin Fire was a ghostly green, resembling ghost fire, exuding a chilliness that suddenly dropped the temperature on the stage significantly.

The crowd felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, shivering involuntarily.

"Glazed Fiery Fire Spear!"

"Isn’t this the Fourth Grade Treasured Family Artifact of the Wu Family?"

"It’s actually given to Wu Tianxiong!"

Seeing this, several elders were stunned, their faces showing shocked expressions!