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Chapter 646: The more you face the more courage you gain, the stronger your military power will be
Challenge me?
Zhou You found it funny. The other party was so intoxicated by his victory that he didn't know his own weight.
There was an uproar all around. What kind of occasion was this? The wizards and warriors were fighting a life-and-death battle, and the enemy hadn't retreated yet, so why were they suddenly starting to fight among themselves?

Now is not the time!

The martial arts community in the city were worried. In the originally hopeless situation, Zhou You won the first game, and then Yan Wanjun emerged as a dark horse. With these two people in the city, the witch tribe lost two flags in a row.

The situation was originally very good. Who would have thought that Yan Wanjun would not fight the wizard, but instead challenge Zhou You who was in the same camp?
"Absolutely not. You two are top-notch masters in the city. Any damage to you will be a huge loss to our city's martial arts."

Li Qixiu, the president of the Wuxing Guild, said sincerely, "We can discuss trivial matters at any time in the future, but not now."

"Yan Wanjun, can you please give me some face and stop for now!"

Yan Wanjun smiled, "Give you face? Old man, who do you think you are? Do you really think you are a big shot?"

He pointed the tip of his gun at the Wuxing Guild President and said, "I challenged Zhou You. What does it have to do with you?"

This look is more domineering and unreasonable than Yanshan's.

There were polarized reactions to Overlord Martial Arts School. Many people thought that Yan Wanjun was right. Why did Zhou You, a rising star, become famous by stepping on them? Was Daqian Martial Arts School about to surpass Overlord Martial Arts School?
Some people also believe that fighting with Zhou You at this moment could lead to bad consequences regardless of the outcome.

The only ones who were happy to see this scene were the witch tribe.

Many 'Central Plains experts' spread this to their companions, saying that this is internal strife, a traditional art of the Central Plains people.

"Zhou You, the only great shame and humiliation I, Yan Wanjun, have ever experienced in my life was caused by you."

"Thanks to you, I never forget this humiliation day and night, and I want to repay you a hundredfold or a thousandfold."

"It's fine if you accept the challenge, but if you back down, I will expel you from Daqian Martial Arts School today."

This was too much. Although many martial arts schools had no relationship with Zhou You, they frowned and criticized him.

Yan Wanjun's attitude is even more arrogant than the wizard. He is so cruel to his own people. He is simply showing off his power regardless of the occasion.

Zhou You returns to the ring.

"Yan Wanjun, if you want to fight, then fight."

Zhou You came on stage carrying a bronze knife on his back and holding a wooden stick. He specialized in the Black Cloud Spear and knew that since ancient times, spearmen were mostly hung on the wall.

The Yan Wanjun in front of him, using the magic spear as his symbol, has obviously mastered the operation of the Overlord Spear to perfection.

Just by looking at him wantonly slaughtering wizard masters in one battle after another, with a speed no slower than Zhou You’s just now, you can tell that his current strength is not inferior to Zhou You.

It should be noted that before leaving the city, Yan Wanjun was far from being a match for Zhou You, and his strength increased too quickly.

Strange, hasn't he been guarding the medicinal field all the time? Did he have some kind of adventure?
"Zhou You, the humiliation you suffered in the past must be returned a hundredfold now."

Yan Wanjun looked at him, gritting his teeth in hatred, his eyes emitting dark light as if emitting rays.

The Overlord Spear thrust out, and the winding black gas swirled like ink, lingering around the tip and body of the spear, tearing through the air and blowing towards him.

This shot pierced through the geniuses and powerful soldiers of the Zixu tribe one after another, and no one could stop it.

"That's it!"

Zhou You drew out the bronze knife, held it with both hands, his arms filled with blood, and phantoms of a tiger and an ox appeared behind him.

The divine power of the ox and the tiger was poured into the bronze knife, causing it to vibrate more and more violently, with a long and pleasant cry.

At this moment, the essence of Dayinshan's swordsmanship flashed before his eyes and finally turned into the simplest and most crude move.

"Shh!"

The bronze knife swung out, and in an instant the small arena was filled with turbulence and changes.

Swords and guns collided, abandoning all changes and feints. This was a confrontation of hard power, without any tricks.

The next moment, the one who flew up to the ground with both feet was Yan Wanjun. He was defeated in one move. The Overlord Spear was no match for the Tiger's Mouth Knife!

The black gas dissipated, the roar of the tiger drilled into his ears and brain, and waves of sword lights hit his body, knocking Yan Wanjun to the ground while he rolled in the air.

The warriors and wizards who were watching from all sides looked at Zhou You as if he had seen a ghost.

Yan Wanjun was killed in one blow. What level is Zhou You at? A high-level martial artist can inflict such a lethal blow.

As everyone knows, no matter whether it is a genius or a strong army of Gu Dao, they cannot withstand three shots from Yan Wanjun at most, but Yan Wanjun cannot even withstand a single sword attack from Zhou You.

From this calculation, Zhou You’s lethality, even if not extremely powerful, is not far off.

"It's not over yet!"

Yan Wanjun's roar was heard amid the rolling black air, and a shot pierced through the roaring air. Yan Wanjun half-knelt on the ring, his body covered with bruises, wounds caused by the blade, and his skin and flesh turned inside out.

He took a few breaths, then stood up, gripping the Overlord Spear tightly, blood flowing down his palm onto the spear shaft.

"Yes, an indestructible physique that can withstand injuries. This is one of Yan Wanjun's specialties."

Yan Wanjun had also been injured in the previous few games, but to him, no matter how big or small the injury was, it meant nothing.

It now seems that his physique is unique. Even if he is seriously injured, it does not affect his ability to continue fighting. On the contrary, he is like a wild beast. The more serious the injury, the more intense his fighting spirit becomes.

Zhou You inserted the bronze knife behind him and grasped the wooden stick nonchalantly.

"How dare you look down on me, a broken stick, are you looking for death?"

This time, Yan Wanjun rushed towards the spear and broken sword, but he didn't expect Zhou You to change his weapon. When his attempt failed, his killing intent became even stronger.

The ghost head with Overlord Spear in its mouth suddenly had red flashing eyes, like an inlaid ruby ​​shining brightly.

Only he himself knew that this was the result of the spear absorbing the blood from his injuries.

This shot's power increased to ten times the previous one.

"The devil flames are like clouds!"

The vacuum emitted by the gun tip condensed into a small ball. Wherever it passed, the air twisted and swirled. The smoke and black gas all turned into ripples, expanding outward in circles and layers, forming an infinitely enlarged cone.

The ground of the arena was compressed from a distance, and it became dented and cracked. The wind blew away the skin.

The arena, which had just been repaired not long ago, looked like an aging and peeling wall that had been weathered for decades.

Hundreds of meters away from the arena, a man exploded on the spot, and a blood cloud rose in the sky.

The shot was so powerful that the onlookers were affected without doing anything.

How should Zhou You respond to this shot?
"A sign of strength and power, a sign of strength and power!"

Suddenly, someone noticed that Yan Wanjun, who was wielding the spear, had a rising momentum and was actually exuding an extremely different aura, which was... a sign of powerful strength.

This is Yan Wanjun’s second characteristic.

The more he fought, the braver and stronger he became. He made infinite breakthroughs in battle, and after suffering a setback, his strength increased greatly. In just a short moment, he realized the signs of becoming a powerful warrior.

He is the third young warrior who has comprehended the signs of becoming a powerful warrior after Liu Fengji and Yan Baihu, and is destined to become a powerful warrior.

When the members of Overlord Martial Arts School saw this scene, they regarded Yan Wanjun as a rare treasure. The old master of the school has become a powerful martial artist, and if there is a second powerful martial artist in the future, it will be a natural thing for Overlord Martial Arts School to become a sect.

At this moment, Yan Wanjun absorbed all the glory and light, making Zhou You look dim and dull, and few people cared about him anymore.

(End of this chapter)