Chapter 638: The sword is unsheathed
"Wang Ember has appeared!"
"Ember is finally on the field! Yesterday, he defeated two grandmaster-level martial artists in a row, which was simply a bloody show to me, I didn't expect that today he would take the initiative to challenge the grandmaster-level martial artists of the Wuji Martial Arts, is this to strike while the iron is hot, and completely knock down the prestige of the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion in our Great Xia?"
"What are you kidding, yesterday Wang Ember didn't even rest, and he defeated the two grandmaster-level martial artists of the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion in one row, which was enough to completely suppress the reputation of the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion to the bottom. I'm afraid the superiors of the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion have green faces now, right?"
"Guess how long it will take for Wang Ember to defeat this Grandmaster-level martial artist of the Wuji Martial Gym today? Yesterday's defeat of those two Grandmaster-level martial artists, even if the time is combined, it didn't take more than ten minutes, this one, guess how long it will take?"
"What's the point of guessing how long it takes, time is inherently an infinitive, if you want me to say, if you want to guess, just guess how many moves Wang Ember needs to be able to defeat today's grandmaster-level martial artist! I guess five tricks!"
"Five moves? What are you kidding, I am afraid that Wang Yan defeated those two people yesterday without five moves, I guess three moves!"
Wang Yan just walked into the martial arts arena, and before he really started to do it, he already caused a lot of noise from the crowd in the stands.
After yesterday's two battles, the people in the stands almost treated Wang Ember as a god-like existence, just like fanatical believers looking at the gods they believed in, and had a fanatical and almost blind worship of Wang Ember.
Originally, in their eyes, the grandmaster-level martial artist who was high above and untouchable, but in front of Wang Yan, he was simply like a porcelain doll that shattered at the touch of a button.
And the most important thing is that Wang Yan is the same age as them!
The stage was full of noise, but Wang Yan in the competition field listened to the sound of conversation from the stands, and only had a bitter smile in his heart.
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, his talent is indeed extraordinary.
However, no matter how extraordinary the talent is, it will eventually succumb to the *** of the Wuji Martial Arts Gym.
His family was now in danger of being watched by the people of the Wuji Martial Arts, and if he didn't do what the people of the Wuji Martial Arts Hall asked him to do, he couldn't imagine what would happen!
In this battle, he must lose!
Thinking of this, Wang Yan took a deep breath and stepped into the martial arts arena with the hanging sun.
As Wang Yan stepped into the arena, there was a tidal wave of cheers in the stands again.
"You're that freshman Wang Ember who defeated the two grandmasters of our Wuji Martial Arts?"
On the arena, there was already a figure standing with a pitch-black sword in his hand.
The man was a big bald head, his face was full of horizontal flesh, as if it was a black mountain of flesh, standing on the martial arts arena, although he did not move, but he had a sense of oppression like a mountain, as if it was about to overwhelm people.
He squinted at Wang Yan, and his voice was faint, as if he was looking at a small insect.
This arrogant attitude made everyone in the stands angry, yesterday Wang Yan showed such a powerful strength, in less than ten minutes, defeated two grandmaster-level martial artists, and even the weapons in his hands were not unsheathed.
What are you arrogant about?
Could it be that after seeing Wang Yan's achievements yesterday, you are still so arrogant that you think you can defeat Wang Yan?
However, only Wang Yan was gritting his teeth, he knew where the self-confidence of the big man in front of him came from.
His self-confidence came from what they held in the hands of the Wuji Martial Arts, and in the hands of their Wuji Martial Arts, they held Wang Yan's lifeblood, and Wang Yan didn't dare to act rashly at all!
"Let's go, boy, I can't wait to break your limbs."
The bald man, who looked like a mountain of meat, licked his lips and smiled cruelly on his face.
Wang Yan gritted his teeth and didn't speak, just clenched the hanging sun in his hand.
"Damn, why are the people of this Wuji Martial Arts Gym still so arrogant! Didn't he take Wang Ember seriously at all?"
"He's pretending to be ten
Three, damn it, wait a minute, he cried, how Wang Yan abused those grandmasters yesterday, he seems to have forgotten everything!"
"Let's see if he can be arrogant later!"
In the stands, the bald man's arrogant attitude had already aroused the anger of everyone in the stands, and they yelled one by one, as if they had seen the end of Wang Yan's abuse of the bald man.
"But...... What do I think is wrong with Wang Yan's face? Is there something wrong with this fight?"
"What could be the problem? With so many pairs of eyes watching, does the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion still dare to cheat?"
In the midst of everyone's angry voices, the battle broke out in an instant.
The moment the battle began, everyone almost unanimously stopped talking, and one by one, their eyes lit up, staring at the arena as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and their eyes did not blink, for fear of missing every wonderful detail.
However, what happened next in the arena instantly surprised everyone!
"What's going on? Wang Yan is not this guy's opponent at all?"
"Am I mistaken? Wang Yan is actually being pressed and beaten by this guy?"
The crowd couldn't believe their eyes at all, and some even rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
The battle on the martial arts arena was diametrically opposed to what everyone expected, and Wang Ember was not actually launching a stormy attack on the bald man with an overwhelming advantage.
On the contrary, he was completely suppressed by the bald man, and he had no power to fight back at all!
Everyone looked at the competition field in amazement, the bald man laughed wildly, and rotated the war knife in his hand, slashing towards Wang Yan like a storm, surging with anger, wave after wave, violent, and mighty to the extreme.
And Wang Yan, who was opposite him, was constantly retreating from the continuous attacks of the bald man, and could only resist the attacks again and again with the scabbard in his hand with difficulty, staggering in embarrassment, completely losing his majesty yesterday.
What's going on? Is this still the brave Wang Ember from yesterday?
Everyone can't accept such a huge contrast at all, is this really Wang Yan? Is it the same Wang Yan who easily defeated two grandmaster-level martial artists in succession yesterday?
Burst!
The continuous slashing made Wang Yan, who was staggering backwards, finally spurt out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and his body shook violently, and he was about to fall.
"Hahaha, boy, you're still very tender, you just won two battles with some unknown secret method, do you really think you can defeat a grandmaster-level martial artist?" The bald man laughed, stepped out, and in an instant, the entire martial arts arena had a sense of shaking the ground, a vigorous force, as if rising from the ground, poured into the bald man's arms, the huge war knife in his hand rotated, and suddenly swept towards Wang Yan.
While!
Wang Ember resisted with difficulty, the scabbard in his hand was across his chest, and in the huge roaring sound, Wang Ember's entire body flew out, spurting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, shocking, like a miserable red line crossed from the sky.
His body slammed to the ground, and flew several meters away on the ground, fortunately, he was still some distance away from being knocked out of the arena, and it was not a defeat.
Such a scene made everyone in an uproar, and many people got up suddenly, stared wide-eyed, and stood on the stands in disbelief in their eyes.
"How is this possible, how can Wang Ember be defeated like this?"
"The strength that Wang Ember showed yesterday is definitely at the level of a grandmaster, although this bald head in the martial arts arena is strong, it is not strong to the point of exaggeration, how could Wang Ember be defeated to this extent?"
People don't want to believe that Wang Yan, who they almost worshiped as a god, would be beaten into such a miserable appearance.
"Don't talk nonsense, Wang Ember is not defeated yet, he is still in the middle of the battlefield, you see, his weapon has not even been unsheathed from beginning to end, he has not fought seriously at all, so he is injured!"
There are people who are trying to find a reason for Wang Yan, however, most people
But they were silent, because they remembered that the earth sword in Wang Yan's hand yesterday had also not been unsheathed, but it still easily defeated the two grandmaster-level martial artists yesterday.
"Unsheathed! King Ember, unsheath!"
Someone anxiously shouted at Wang Yan in the arena.
"Unsheathed, unsheathed!"
More and more people joined the ranks of this shout, and everyone didn't want to believe that Wang Yan, who already had the status of the strongest martial arts genius in their hearts, would be defeated to such a point.
They were all looking forward to an earth-shattering reversal, hoping that what they would see next was Wang Shen pulling out the unsheathed blade of his sword and defeating the bald man in front of him in one fell swoop.
The shouts were like a tide, and in the midst of such a turbulent shout, Wang Yan struggled to get up.
In order to keep his promise, Wang Yan did not dare to use the slightest strength, so he was hit by the huge force of this bald man, and his internal organs were trembling, as if they were about to be shattered.
But he stood up trembling anyway.
"Hehe, it seems that this group of uninformed guys still have some unrealistic expectations for you......
The bald man strode over, carrying the war knife on his shoulder, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Come, next, let me see if you have the courage to fight back."
As he sneered and spoke, the war knife in his hand slowly raised.
"Unsheathed!"
"Unsheathed!"
In the midst of the shouts, Wang Ember turned his back to everyone, and in front of him was the bald man who had slowly raised his sword, and his burly body cast a huge shadow on Wang Ember's body, covering Wang Ember like a small mountain.
Wang Ember trembled with one hand and pressed it on the hilt of his sword.
However, Wang Yan's palms trembled for a moment, and finally he still didn't pull out the hanging sun.
Call!
The huge sword suddenly rotated down.