Huanzhu House, Assassin Organization.
Within its ranks, the killer levels are divided into Bronze Badge, Silver Badge, and Gold Badge, corresponding to Qi Refinent, Foundation Establishnt, and Golden Core Period respectively.
And within these three levels, there are even more detailed distinctions.
There’s no need to delve into specifics, but those dispatched to today’s battle are definitely among the top echelons of Huanzhu House!
The na Wu Gou is not well understood by the world, just like the mask he always wears, deeply concealed.
But his ability was swiftly displayed before one hundred thousand cultivators.
Cen Guangwei, defeated!
In just ten rounds, he was defeated by the hands of Wu Gou.
Luo Chen watched Cen Guangwei’s incredulous face and gently shook his head.
"Assassins aim for a one-hit kill; Cen Guangwei tried to drag the battle into a war of attrition, wearing down the opponent with profound cultivation. It was a good thought, but too difficult to execute."
"That artifact is sowhat peculiar..."
Cen Qiusheng’s face also looked sowhat ugly; after all, Cen Guangwei was the most formidable among the younger Foundation Establishnt Stage Powerhouses in the Cen Family.
He had always been known as the strongest in the Cen Family, aside from him.
But having been defeated several tis in the shops’ struggle for dominance, it was indeed sowhat disgraceful.
Moreover, it was his own and the Cen Family’s face that was lost.
Originally, among the three factions forming the alliance, the Cen Family was the weakest. Now even the younger generation’s strength was...
"Haha, you can’t really bla Cen Guangwei. That Wu Gou used a Strange Gate Magical Treasure made in Tian Fan City; even though it might not compare to the authentic Xiao Zhu Hook, it has seventy percent of its power. Losing to such a thod is not shaful!"
Di Wuqi laughed out loud, easing the situation for Cen Qiusheng.
Cen Qiusheng’s expression slightly improved with the offered way out.
"Considering the strength Wang Yuan showed before, this Wu Gou shouldn’t be able to pose much of a threat to him."
"Friend, you seem quite optimistic about our sect’s cultivators!" Luo Chen said indifferently, his words tinged with a bit of sarcasm.
Di Wuqi shrugged his shoulders, spreading his hands.
"Dan Chenzi, these years you have either been in closed-door cultivation or engaged in Pill Refinent. Your understanding of our sect disciples is too limited; it’s not that I’m overestimating Wang Yuan, rather you’re underestimating him."
Beside him, Jiang Yu chid in, "Perhaps it’s worry that’s causing confusion."
Luo Chen raised an eyebrow but didn’t continue the conversation, focusing instead on the battle that was about to unfold.
Huanzhu House had easily won against Cen Guangwei.
In theory, the three remaining Huanzhu House mbers should be able to win against Wang Yuan in succession through continuous combat, even if one should fail.
But the deanor they showed suggested they weren’t taking things lightly at all.
When Wang Yuan slowly stepped onto the platform, Wu Gou was as vigilant as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Please!"
With the calmness of a still well, Wang Yuan stepped onto the platform with a slight raise of his hand, "Luo Tian Sect’s Wang Yuan, please make your move!"
Almost at the very mont their words fell.
On the spacious Dao Debate Platform, thousands of white lights burst forth, and myriad tiny hooked shadows suddenly appeared.
Wu Gou is the na of a blade.
However, the Wu Gou killer who borrowed the na actually wielded the White Spirit Hook, a weapon modeled after the Xiao Zhu Hook.
At the instant the myriad hooks appeared, Cen Guangwei, who had just stepped down, had a dramatic change in expression.
He had just been defeated by this very move.
This was clearly the Artifact Killing Move of the imitation Strange Gate Magical Treasure!
Wu Gou shalessly activated the Artifact Killing Move in advance.
He blurted out instinctively, "Friend Wang, be careful!"
In response to this warning, Wang Yuan’s eyes shifted slightly. He glanced at him, then bent the four fingers of his right hand, slowly extending only his index finger.
If you seek a one-hit kill,
then I shall decide the outco with one finger!
This was Wang Yuan’s signature move — the Blood God Tribulation Pointer!
However, unlike in the past, this move had undergone remarkable changes after years of dedication.
At the mont the blood light erged, a piercing screech resounded in the void.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
At the high platform,
Luo Chen’s eyelids twitched, Di Wuqi was right, he had been secluded for too long, and indeed hadn’t been keeping up with the changes around him.
With just this one move, Wang Yuan was capable of overcoming most Great Cultivators.
What of the Artifact Killing Move?
The next mont.
On the Dao Debate Platform, thousands of blood lights clashed with the white lights.
Then, suddenly!
A blood-red Qi Strength, piercing through the nurous white hooks attempting to strangle it, struck Wu Gou’s abdon squarely.
Wu Gou looked in disbelief at the hole in his abdon.
"How is this possible?"
"Yield!" Wang Yuan said the word of acknowledgnt, but his eyes held a trace of dissatisfaction.
The opponent was too weak!
Wu Gou opened his mouth; his strength was still intact, hardly compromised significantly.
But he was clear that if his opponent hadn’t shown rcy and deliberately shifted three inches to the side, that one finger could have shattered his heart.
Finally, he reluctantly lowered his head.
"I am defeated!"
When the Sword Sect Golden Core Elder stepped forward and announced Wang Yuan’s victory in the first battle,
the spectators only then shockingly realized what had happened.
It was over just like that?
That was incredibly fast!
However, the competitors would not give them much ti to react.
The second Huanzhu House assassin had already taken the stage.
"Huanzhu House Silver Badge assassin, Zhao Yingzi, please instruct !"
It was a Female Cultivator.
Wang Yuan’s expression shifted subtly; he felt a dense Evil Qi from her, as a consequence of having killed too many.
"Should be a worthy opponent, right?"
He muttered to himself, then cracked his knuckles, making a crackling sound.
Not only that, Qi Strength coursed along his body like sinuous dragons.
Then!
"Wang Yuan, please make your move!"
This ti, he would not wait passively; he imdiately took the initiative.
As his words fell, he lunged forward like an arrow, aggressively rushing toward Zhao Yingzi.
In that split second, the Female Cultivator felt as if a ferocious tiger was pouncing on her.
Ordinarily, cultivators in combat tend to maintain their distance, bombarding each other with Magical Weapons and Treasures while supplenting with Techniques and Talismans.
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