I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 182 Two consecutive wins
Huo Du was frightened by this extremely dangerous sword and broke out in a cold sweat. If he had been a little slower, the Autumn Water Sword would have pierced a transparent hole in his body.

Shocked and anxious, he took several steps back, waving the folding fan in his right hand wildly to distance himself from him. He only stopped after he was sure that Yang Guo was no longer chasing him.

But after just a short moment of fighting, the wound had become bigger, and blood was soaking through his clothes.

Before the competition, the two sides had agreed to only decide the winner, not the life or death, so if they lost this move, they would lose the game.

Huodu used all his skills and executed a sneak attack, but he was ultimately defeated by a young fourth-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. He lost face in front of his master and heroes all over the world.

"You little bastard, you cheated!"

This angry remark immediately aroused the anger of the crowd. Without Yang Guo's reply, there was an overwhelming shouting and cursing, which scolded Huo Du and his group harshly.

"Junior brother, go stop the bleeding first, and let me duel with this kid."

Dalba is Huodu's senior brother and the second disciple of King Jinlun. His eldest brother had passed away long ago, so he was extremely caring towards his junior brother.

Seeing that the Han warriors were in a state of rage at this moment, although he could not understand Chinese, just looking at their expressions, it seemed that they were about to rush forward and eat his junior brother Huodu alive.

So without waiting for his master King Jinlun's order, he stepped forward and swung at Yang Guo's waist.

He was skinny and thin, but the weapon in his hand was very heavy, a thick and long vajra that weighed at least 180 kilograms, but he could easily swing it with just one hand, which showed his extraordinary arm strength.

"stop!"

Zhao Zhijing knew that Dalba's external skills were powerful, and his "Supreme Power Pestle" was extremely powerful and immensely strong.

If Yang Guo fought with him, he would not be defeated for sure, but it would definitely be much more difficult than Huo Du. Moreover, Uncle Sun's Autumn Water Sword was a relic of Master Chongyang. If it collided with the extremely heavy Vajra and left a chip or crack, it would be really unsightly.

Just as he finished speaking, the huge pestle with a golden glow had already reached Yang Guo's waist, showing how strong his strength and how fast he was.

When Yang Guo heard his master's call, he knew that he had won the first match, which was enough and it was time to leave, so he jumped back a step and did not use the Autumn Water Sword to fight back.

But Dalba was a simpleton, and since they couldn't speak the language, he ignored Yang Guo's avoidance.

Before the force of this move was fully exerted, Dalba shook his wrist, and the vajra that was originally sweeping out instantly turned into a direct attack, still attacking Yang Guo's waist.

Yang Guo did not dare to take it head-on. He was just about to use the Autumn Water Sword to block it slightly and then use the momentum to dodge, when Zhao Zhijing had already come close.

There was no sign of how he moved, he just lifted the vajra from below, causing the surging force to drop suddenly, then drew a circle in the opposite direction, competing with Dalba with one hand.

"I will fight in this second match. If I win, the position of leader of the martial arts world will have nothing to do with you. You should think carefully about who will take on the challenge."

Darba still didn't care. Seeing that the man in front of him was an ordinary person but could actually catch his vajra, he immediately clasped his hands together, twisted his waist, swung the vajra high, and smashed it down again.

"Woo!"

This time, he not only used the strength of his hands, but also the strength of his waist. The wind created by the vajra made a whistling sound, and even blew out several candles in the main hall more than ten meters away.

Zhao Zhijing has been with Guan Man'er for two years and is very familiar with this martial art that has few changes in moves and relies entirely on brute force.

At this time, he did not retreat but advanced, rushing forward and approaching. When the powerful and heavy stick fell, Zhao Zhijing had already reached Dalba's side.

"Boom!"

The blue and white bricks on the ground were smashed to pieces, and cracks appeared on the surrounding bricks. The pestle sank a foot into the mud. Normally, after such a fierce blow, the person who exerted the force should have paused for a while, letting his breath slow down before exerting force again.

But Darba relied on his amazing strength, shouted, and swung the vajra directly behind him, like an explosion, sending up gravel and soil.

Seeing the flying stones, the force was definitely not small, and everyone present had to dodge quickly. Guo Jing, Huang Rong and a few other experts blocked most of them, and finally no trouble was caused.

Seeing that Dalba did not dodge or evade, Zhao Zhijing thought that he thought he was thick-skinned and would rather take a blow than exchange injury for injury.

"This vajra is not easy to make, and it is very rare in the Central Plains. It can be used to break the golden wheel of King Jinlun first, and then left to Man'er to see if it fits his hand."

As his mind raced, Zhao Zhijing activated his Xiantian Gong, allowing him to fight against a sharp blade with his bare hands. He relied on his deep internal strength to block part of the force of the pestle. He then grasped the pestle with both hands, and used the force to rub it in the opposite direction.

Dalba suddenly couldn't bear the strength and had to let go of the vajra. The veins in his arms were exposed and his hands were covered in blood. His injuries were serious.

Zhao Zhijing snatched the vajra and held it in his hand to test its weight. Except for martial artists who specialized in practicing external hard skills, anyone would probably find it heavy and difficult to wield.

"boom!"

Without seeing how much strength Zhao Zhijing used, he lightly pressed the top of the vajra with his right palm, and the body of the vajra immediately sank deeply into the mud.

Dalba's full-strength attack just now only created a hole about one foot in diameter on the ground. Zhao Zhijing's move was obviously more powerful.

Moreover, apart from the hole where the vajra was stuck, the surrounding blue and white stone bricks were not affected at all, which showed that the control of the force was extremely perfect.

Huang Rong, who was watching the game from the sidelines, saw this and immediately shouted, "We won another game!"

"Two wins out of three battles means the Quanzhen Taoist has already won!"

The heroes originally thought that the final battle between the two sides would be between the opposing King Jinlun and Zhao Zhijing.

When they heard Huang Rong's shout, they realized that since they had already won two games, they had won the entire competition and there was no need to compete in the third round.

"That's right, you've already lost two games, why don't you come and meet the leader of the martial arts world!"

"You two made it clear before the competition. Now that you've lost, are you trying to cheat?"

The Central Plains warriors present shouted loudly, while the Mongolian personnel did not know how to respond and could only look at King Jinlun.

King Jinlun was very angry when he saw that his two disciples had lost two games in a row.

He was appointed as the first protector of Mongolia and was now serving under the command of Kublai Khan, the fourth prince of Mongolia. His purpose was to clear the obstacles in the Central Plains martial arts world for Kublai Khan's southward march.

But there are more masters under Kublai Khan's command than just King Jinlun. Others include Xiaoxiangzi, who is famous in western Hunan, Nemoxing, a strange man from India, and many others. They are not convinced by King Jinlun's title of the number one wizard who protects the country.

Now that the mission has failed, His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince may not blame me when I return, but I have also suffered a big setback.

But King Jinlun was proud of his status and could not go back on his word in public, so at this time, Elder Peng, who had reminded Huo Du that the two sides must be fought by their fellow disciples, came up with another plan.

"Master Imperial Master, Prince Huodu, in my humble opinion, it is not as good as this."

(End of this chapter)