Strongest War Chant

As the two words "start" came out, the judge at the Profoundness Finding Stage realm took a step back, and the two girls had already fiercely collided against each other.    

    

Not only did Miss Zhuo's Wind Blade Leopard give her extreme destructive power, the supplementary effect of the wind element also caused her speed to reach an extreme. In the blink of an eye, she had already clawed out dozens of claws, forcing Wang Miaoyan to continuously retreat.    

    

"Good, as expected of Miss Zhuo. Don't let her use the spirit melody, just beat her up!"    

    

"Ha, the one that came out of a small place was not good, it was just about to end, and there's still a Spirit Melody? It's such a waste to give it to her. "    

    

The people who were shouting were all full of jealousy, even the elder's granddaughter was using Highest Fan Le. How could a little wild girl like her be able to use a spirit melody?    

    

If not for the fact that her parents were experts in the Profoundness Finding Stage, these people would have stolen her war song and humiliated her once more.    

    

"What, is that all you've got?" The fierceness in Miss Zhuo's eyes intensified. Like a phantom, she circled around Wang Miaoyan and attacked her. The afterimages of her claws appeared as they clawed towards her vitals without hesitation.    

    

Wang Miaoyan's face paled after being hit by a few claws. She simply covered it up with her mask.    

    

She gritted her teeth and controlled the scattered notes to scatter around her body. Every time Miss Zhuo attacked, it would inevitably touch sparks. This little bit of damage shouldn't have been able to harm her in the first place.    

    

But under Wang Miaoyan's delicate control, it was like a prairie fire that spread out with a hualala sound. Miss Zhuo's body was instantly set ablaze, and under the shock, her speed instantly slowed down.    

    

Wang Miaoyan immediately seized the opportunity to launch an attack. As she waved her arms, two tongues of flame formed from melody surged out from her palms. They were like two chains of fire as they continuously struck Miss Zhuo's body.    

    

As the fire chain's attack range was large, even though the latter tried his best to dodge, he was still lashed on the body and forced back three or four steps.    

    

"Bastard, I'll kill you." Miss Zhuo roared harshly. With a few swipes of her claws, she dispersed the flames on her body. Then, she rushed out like an untraceable snake. She opened her mouth wide and bared her fangs at Wang Miaoyan.    

    

Wang Miaoyan calmly looked at Miss Zhuo who was rushing over. Since she couldn't catch Miss Zhuo's figure, she simply braked and blew forward with both of her hands. The bits and pieces of musical notes were blown out like sand, turning into numerous flaming birds that danced around her.    

    

"Even if you are a hedgehog, I will tear you apart." Miss Zhuo suddenly appeared behind Wang Miaoyan. Her claws wrapped around the airflow easily tore apart the firebird that was blocking her path, then she clawed at Wang Miaoyan's back.    

    

When Wu Shuang saw this, his eyes instantly turned cold. Even though he believed in Wang Miaoyan's strength, he couldn't help but sweat because of her care, while Miss Zhuo's team of supporters shouted excitedly.    

    

Suddenly, Wang Miaoyan's body was hit by a ring of raging fire. Her speed was so fast that it was hard to catch. Three rings of raging fire in a row looked like one ring.    

    

Miss Zhuo didn't even know what had happened, but she had been sent flying. If it weren't for the fact that Wang Miaoyan showed mercy, it might have been more than just a slight burn.    

    

"Damned woman, how dare you hurt me?" As soon as Miss Zhuo landed on the ground, she awkwardly stood up and rushed towards Wang Miaoyan who was looking at her with a furious roar.    

    

At this moment, the referee standing at the side suddenly interrupted her and firmly held onto Miss Zhuo's shoulder. He said, "Enough. The outcome has already been decided. Why aren't you stepping down?"    

    

"But …" Miss Zhuo still wanted to argue, but she met the referee's cold eyes and finally angrily snorted. She pointed at Wang Miaoyan and said, "You got lucky this time. Just you wait. I, Wang Zhuo, will remember today's shame."    

    

"I'll wait." Wang Miaoyan refused to be outdone. Just as the two girls were getting angry, the referee announced, "This match's winner is - 187, and the loser is -23."    

    

With that, the referee waved his hand at the two girls. Wang Miaoyan's white robe was stained with a fifth cyan, and Wang Zhuo's body was stained with a humiliating yellow.    

    

The latter walked off the stage angrily without waiting for the process to end. Wang Miaoyan also returned to the group, but there were still people who bumped into her shoulders from time to time, mocking her. Wang Miaoyan, on the other hand, maintained her indifferent attitude.    

    

Wu Shuang took all of this in his eyes and silently remembered the numbers of the people who insulted Wang Miaoyan.    

    

The battle of green and yellow continued. As time passed, the number of people that failed five times had already reached a fifth of the people that were eliminated.    

    

Soon, it was Wu Shuang's turn. His opponent was a man with a fighting record of 3 Green and 1 Yellow. His number was 57, he was one of the people who bullied Wang Miaoyan.    

    

Seeing Wu Shuang enter the arena, the sparring hall was immediately filled with boos. Since the start of the battle, there were less than three people who had not experienced the fifth battle. Everyone hoped that these weak losers could get the green tags with ease.    

    

The man clearly felt lucky. Before the fight even started, he had already opened his arms and was asking for applause. The surrounding martial artists all cooperated with him and began to clap.    

    

"Number 133, this is your last battle. Don't say that I bullied you. How about this, I'll let you attack first." The man said as he played the battle song. Astonishingly, he was also a Heavenly Sound Master of Rhythm Flowing Stage.    

    

Wu Shuang looked at the man whose body was flashing all kinds of notes. The corner of his mouth slightly raised. He didn't play the war song and directly nodded at the referee, indicating that he was ready.    

    

"Number 133, are you giving up?"    

    

"Definitely, the battles before number 57 only lasted for three moves. If it wasn't for number 12, I would have achieved a complete victory with four cyan swords."    

    

"Truly a piece of trash, to be defeated without fighting, we truly lose face for our Wang Family."    

    

"Get lost! Number 133, get lost yourself!"    

    

The audience booed and booed. The referee also looked at Wu Shuang and asked, "Are you giving up?"    

    

Seeing Wu Shuang shake his head, the referee looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Let the martial arts duel begin."    

    

"Kid, since you're asking for trouble, then don't blame me." Number 57 rushed over ferociously. He had forgotten about the words he said to make Wu Shuang attack first.    

    

Wu Shuang still did not say anything, coldly looked at the approaching No.57, coldly watched as he threw a punch towards him, followed by a kick to his knee. Amidst the bone cracking sounds, he once again kicked out like a battle axe towards the top of his head.    

    

The referee at the side frowned at this scene. His figure flashed and appeared between the two of them. He raised his arm to catch Wu Shuang's kick.    

    

"It's done, the victor has been decided." The referee remained expressionless as he spoke, but his heart was filled with shock.    

    

Because the strength of Wu Shuang's attack was beyond his expectations. If it was No. 57, his head would have exploded and he would have died on the spot.    

    

"Young man, don't hit too hard." The referee still warned him before announcing, "Victory - Number 133, Loser..."