1228 Pretending to Be Weak (2)
They couldn’t understand Zhang Yukun’s last strike, so naturally, no one would go forward and humiliate themselves.
Zhang Yukun nodded solemnly. His gaze turned to Nameless in the crowd.
Nameless’s expression was indifferent as he nodded slightly at him.
For some reason, Zhang Yukun felt a little excited, as if obtaining Nameless’s approval was a very impressive matter.
“Brother Nameless, I did it!” Zhang Yukun said excitedly.
“Well done. Keep up the good work,” Nameless said indifferently.
Zhang Yukun nodded vigorously.
After more than an hour, the other martial artists of various ranks also decided on the final combatants.
At the top of Mount Hua, the two camps were on both sides, and there was a space in the middle.
The first to take place was the battles between the low-grade martial artists.
Ninth rank, eighth rank, seventh rank…
The competition between these low-ranked martial artists was boring.
After a few battles, both sides won and lost.
Nameless wasn’t watching the battles on the stage. His gaze lingered on the Martial God camp.
Logically speaking, with Cao Chenyang’s personality, it was impossible for him not to come.
But in the Martial God camp, Nameless didn’t find anyone suspected to be Cao Chenyang.
He frowned slightly. Could I have guessed wrong? Cao Chenyang really didn’t come?
While Nameless was thinking, Zhang Yukun’s nervous voice suddenly sounded in his ear. “Brother Nameless, it’s my turn soon. Do you think I have a chance of winning?”
He knew himself well. He had won the participant slot because he was lucky.
But luck was not something that could happen again.
“You will win.” Nameless’s words made Zhang Yukun’s confidence soar.
Nameless looked at Zhang Yukun strangely. Is there something wrong with this young man?
I just said it casually. Why does he look like he’s on steroids?
That shouldn’t be the case.
Zhang Yibei was a workshop superintendent. There’s no way he would give birth to a stupid grandson.
“Third-rank Martial Dao, the Martial God camp wins!” A voice sounded at the peak of Mount Hua.
“Currently, the Martial God camp has four wins, and the God of War camp has three wins!”
“If the Martial God camp can win the next match, then there’s no need to compete in the last match!”
There were a total of nine matches between the nine ranks of the Martial Dao. The Martial God camp had already won four matches. If they won another match, the outcome would be cast in stone.
In that case, the outcome for the matches below the Earth Immortal realm would already be decided.
The martial artists in the Martial God camp were all beaming.
The people of the God of War camp all looked angry and clenched their fists.
“Brother Zhang, it’s up to you!”
“You must win!”
“Brother Zhang, you are now shouldering the glory of our God of War camp. You must win!”
Voices entered Zhang Yukun’s ears.
Zhang Yukun was a little stunned. Do you have to say that? I might not be able to win.
Why am I the key to victory now?
Isn’t this too much pressure?
Zhang Yukun subconsciously wanted to look at Nameless, but he was surrounded by people, and Nameless was already gone.
“Brother Zhang, show us your true ability. Let those brats from the Martial God camp see the true strength of our God of War camp!” a martial artist roared.
“Show your true ability and fight like a God of War!” everyone shouted.
Zhang Yukun’s back was already covered in cold sweat. The more intense everyone’s reaction was, the greater the pressure on him.
I have no choice but to fight to the death, Zhang Yukun thought. Even if I die in battle, I can’t embarrass Master God of War!
Zhang Yukun clenched his fists and waved them. “Everyone, watch me!”
He advanced valiantly, his aura indomitable.
Even if he couldn’t win, he couldn’t lose in terms of aura!
“Zhang Yukun, disciple of the God of War, please take care of me!” Zhang Yukun cupped his hands at his opponent.
“Liu Liang, disciple of the Martial God. If you admit defeat now, you can suffer less. Otherwise, I won’t show mercy.” the middle-aged man opposite Zhang Yukun said arrogantly.
Liu Liang’s aura was indeed stronger than Zhang Yukun’s.
“Hmph, it’s still uncertain who will win. It’s too early to say this,” Zhang Yukun said coldly. “Who doesn’t know how to brag? If you have the ability, let’s see what you’re capable of!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and a sword beam enveloped Liu Liang.
Liu Liang sneered. With a flick of his wrist, a long saber appeared in his hand.
Both of them were second-rank martial artists. They held ordinary ranked weapons and not connate divine weapons.
What surprised Nameless was that Liu Liang was using a Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Saber.
Speaking of which, after the reconstruction of the Ten Nations, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Saber was no longer a weapon unique to Great Xia.
Martial artists from other nations also liked to use the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Saber.
After all, this Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Saber was indeed a good saber. It was considered an extremely powerful acquired weapon.
Liu Liang’s saber skills were quite exquisite.
In comparison, Zhang Yukun’s sword skills were much cruder.
But after all, they were both second-rank martial artists. Even Liu Liang couldn’t defeat Zhang Yukun in one move.
Zhang Yukun was really going all out. He knew that if he lost, their side would completely lose.
Therefore, he didn’t hold back at all. He gave his everything with every move.
But the other party was not a fool. It was just a battle. It was definitely not worth risking his life because of this.
Therefore, he adopted a conservative fighting style and fought steadily. Even so, Zhang Yukun was still forced back by him. He was already on the verge of defeat.
Nameless shook his head slightly. Zhang Yukun was definitely not Liu Liang’s match. If he didn’t step in, Zhang Yukun would definitely lose within ten moves.
Nameless didn’t care about the outcome of the battle between the Martial God camp and the God of War camp.
He wasn’t Cao Chenyang.
He wouldn’t take it to heart at all.
He was Zhou Shu’s incarnation, but neither he nor Zhou Shu cared if the God of War camp could suppress the Martial God camp.
The God of War Catalog and the Martial God Catalog were both very good cultivation techniques. There was really no need to decide which cultivation technique was stronger.
How good the cultivation technique was depended on who cultivated it.
For example, there were hundreds of people here who cultivated the God of War Catalog, and everyone’s strength was on a different level.
In other words, even if Zhou Shu cultivated the most ordinary cultivation technique, he would still shine.
Zhang Yibei’s grandson can be considered the descendant of an old friend. Forget it. I’ll help him again, Nameless thought. With a flick of his finger, a few breezes collided with Zhang Yukun’s limbs.
Swish!
Affected by the breeze, Zhang Yukun suddenly used a sword move that even he didn’t know. The edge of the sword brushed past Liu Liang’s scalp, scaring him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Zhang Yukun’s eyes widened.
This time, he felt it.
Someone was helping him!
Just as this thought appeared in his mind, Zhang Yukun felt his limbs move involuntarily again.
The sword moves continued. Liu Liang was flustered and retreated. He actually instantly changed from having the upper hand to being at a disadvantage.
At this moment, Nameless suddenly felt a gaze land on him.
Accompanying this gaze, a cold snort sounded in his ear. Then he saw Liu Liang’s attack suddenly become fierce.
The advantage that Zhang Yukun had just obtained was instantly lost.
Everyone present was stunned. Were these two pretending to be weak?
Why did they suddenly become much stronger than before?
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