C32 The Trick of Suffering Yun Lan Made Her Move
C32 The Trick of Suffering Yun Lan Made Her Move
Ling Tianyu walked to the stage and stood still before turning his gaze onto Mu Feng.
Since the matter had already been made clear, he naturally had to solve all the problems for the Ling Family.
If not, once they took care of Blue Sky Academy and another Medicine King Manor appeared, the war would never end.
Mu Feng did not want to speak at first, because if this matter was made public, the Medicine King Manor's face would not be able to hold back. However, since Ling Tianyu had already spoken, he had no choice but to speak out.
"Wushuang is only the consort candidate that City Lord Ouyang gave me. She has nothing to do with my Medicine King Manor, so you can rest assured."
With the presence of the Blue Sky Academy and the Wind Sensory Perception, even if Mu Feng was dissatisfied with Ling Tianyu, he could only give up temporarily.
Actually, Mu Feng had already decided not to bother about this matter anymore. If Ling Tianyu were to be killed, the matter would naturally come to an end. If he were to win, he would have no choice but to give up.
Ling Tianyu nodded. His gaze swept past Xiao He and eventually returned to Song Wushuang.
The sword slowly unsheathed itself.
"Come, I'll let you make the first move."
Ling Tianyu said softly. Placing one hand behind his back, he tilted his sword to the side.
"Hmph, Ling Tianyu, I won't be courteous to you."
Song Wushuang gave a yell and pulled his sword towards Ling Tianyu.
Frost Sword Technique!
This was the academy's medium-grade human-step martial art. The sword aura was cold and formless.
When Song Wushuang used it, the surrounding air suddenly froze. The surrounding frost dots flashed brightly as if they were stars descending to the world.
"What a powerful move, I can feel the astral winds moving!"
Once Song Wushuang's sword technique was used, the surrounding martial artists immediately broke out into a flurry of discussion.
"How is this possible? She's only at the ninth level of the Body Refinement Realm, how could she unleash a move comparable to that of the Congealed Divinity Realm?"
At this point, even Song Guang widened his eyes. Once upon a time, even he, his father, was unaware of how powerful his daughter was.
"Could it be …" That's right, Wushuang was able to leave a mark on the stone monument earlier, which means that her strength has already reached the Congealing Realm. As long as the teachers of the Blue Sky Academy give her some guidance, she will be able to display a great amount of power. "
As Song Guang thought of this, he couldn't help but admire Blue Sky Academy. Indeed, it was a place to train martial artists.
"That brat is doomed. This attack is comparable to a martial artist of the Body Refinement Realm. Ling Tianyu is only at the eighth level; he has no way of resisting it."
The martial artists below were all stunned, and then they all shook their heads.
Who would have thought that Ling Tianyu's true cultivation had already reached the early stage of the Congealing Realm. Even Ling Feiyang, who was at the middle stage of the Congealing Realm, was only able to tie with him.
The Ling Family was as silent as ever. Ling Shuiyao clenched her fists tightly. Even though she knew Ling Tianyu's strength, she was still a little worried.
Confusion Phantom!
Whoosh …
Song Wushuang's long sword and the frost around it attacked, but it passed through the shadow that Ling Tianyu had left behind. When he turned around, Ling Tianyu had already fled to the other side.
"You dodged it? How could he be so fast? "
Everyone rubbed their eyes, disbelief written all over their faces.
A body refining eighth level martial artist, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't dodge a powerful attack from a domain level martial artist. Yet Ling Tianyu had dodged so perfectly, not even the edge of his clothes had been damaged.
Even Yun Lan was stunned. Her beautiful eyes were filled with shock.
He had personally instructed Song Wushuang in his strength, and now, he could not even take down a body refining eighth level martial artist?
Elder Yu suddenly opened his eyes and started to truly look at Ling Tianyu as well.
"The sword art is too slow, I really don't know who taught it to you, it's rotten to the core!"
Ling Tianyu's figure flickered while ridiculing Song Wushuang. He knew that Song Wushuang must have received guidance from Yun Lan, so he could use this opportunity to vent the hatred in his heart.
Yun Lan looked at the figures that covered the arena. Her face was incomparably gloomy. If he could, he really wanted to just directly slap down and completely eliminate this fellow.
On the stage, Ling Tianyu did not make a move. He simply dodged. His soul force was very strong, and this sword art could be seen clearly in front of him like an ant taking a stroll.
After a dozen or so rounds of fighting, Song Wushuang started to feel anxious.
If Ling Tianyu didn't attack him, then her plan wouldn't work.
Last night, Song Wushuang and Song Guang had agreed on a plan.
Song Wushuang pretended to use himself as the reason to solve the problem and had Yun Lan force Ling Tianyu to fight with her while she deliberately let Ling Tianyu hurt her.
At that time, given how much Blue Sky Academy valued her, she would definitely kill Ling Tianyu and implicate the Ling Family in her anger.
Of course, this plan was for revenge. He definitely couldn't let the Blue Sky Academy find out about it.
But now, how could she know that Ling Tianyu's movement technique was beyond her control?
"This is bad, if this continues, Wushuang will definitely lose. Where did this brat learn to be so powerful? Moreover, could it be that this brat is made of iron? He has been jumping up and down for so long, but he doesn't show any signs of exhaustion?"
Yun Lan carefully observed the arena, but she had already spoken, so it was impossible for her to interfere. Her words and actions represented the empire, and although she was extremely domineering before, she couldn't tarnish her image any further.
"Song Wushuang, there is no enmity between us, so we can only blame your Song Family for being too greedy. Since things have come to this point, I will not say anything. Next up, as long as you can withstand my attack, consider it my loss!"
Ling Tianyu stopped at the side of the arena, holding his sword. After fighting for so long, he already knew Song Wushuang's strength. One move was more than enough to defeat him.
Moreover, he didn't have any good impressions of this woman.
"Ling Tianyu, I don't need you to pity me. Ever since then, we have been enemies for life and death."
Song Wushuang was also like this. Facing Ling Tianyu, he only felt hatred.
Her longsword was tightly clenched and her brows tightly knitted together. However, her heart relaxed. This was because if Ling Tianyu was going to attack, then his plan of tormenting her would finally be carried out.
In order to put on a show, Song Wushuang used almost all the strength in his body and unleashed the most powerful move.
Ling Tianyu's eyelids twitched as a bad premonition emerged. However, for the sake of the Ling Family, he could only win.
Once the sword was drawn, it would become one!
Ling Tianyu swiftly brandished his sword. His moves were ever-changing as his figure swiftly dashed forward like a bolt of lightning.
Even though there were countless sword shadows, they all returned to one point and pierced straight at Song Wushuang.
"The power of this move is ferocious, Wu-Shuang, quickly retreat."
Yun Lan quickly shouted out, her heart filled with shock. At the same time, she rushed towards the arena.
However, Song Wushuang ignored him and continued with his powerful technique. A sinister smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
Ka-cha! *
As Ling Tianyu's sword neared, Song Wushuang's moves disintegrated bit by bit. In the time it took for a spark to fly, the sword tip had already arrived at Song Wushuang's chest.
However, Ling Tianyu was extremely confident and stopped halfway in front of her chest.
However, with a smile on his face, Song Wushuang tilted his body slightly to avoid the fatal blow and directly collided with it.
Puchi …
As the sword entered his body, fresh blood spurted out. Even Ling Tianyu was taken aback by this sight.
When he saw that smile, he immediately understood. He sighed in his heart: "What a sinister woman!"
"Wushuang …"
Song Guang shouted, and all the warriors around him gathered around in shock.
Elder Yu and the others on the round table also stood up, showing nervous expressions.
Yun Lan had already arrived at the arena. When she saw Song Wushuang who was bleeding profusely, a terrifying aura was emitted.
"Ling Tianyu, how dare you injure Song Wushuang, die for me …"
As the sound of his voice faded, Yun Lan immediately made her move. Intense Essence energy locked onto Ling Tianyu, and the palm strike flew straight towards him.
"Tianyu …"
"Big brother Tianyu!"
Seeing this scene, Ling Feiyang, who had just recovered a bit of true energy, shouted loudly. Seeing that his son was about to be killed, he did not care about anything else and directly rushed over.
Ling Shuiyao also followed closely behind.
However, how could they be faster than him? They could only watch helplessly as Yun Lan's hand imprint slammed onto Ling Tianyu's body.
Bang
The astral wind whistled in the air. It was like a mysterious wind had been stirred up in the ring. The surrounding people couldn't even open their eyes.
Everyone could only faintly feel a figure being thrown out, and with a bang, it smashed onto the round platform …