Tiger Roars in China

The power of this stick shocked everyone present.

It is not something that most people can do to break a tree that is so thick that two people can hug it in half with a stick.

Even a Saint Domain-level expert would need the help of the power of heaven and earth to be able to do this.

Could it be that this guy was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? Was he pretending to be like that just now?

The leader of the guards looked a little uneasy.

It was totally out of place that such a master had appeared in this martial arts arena and he knew nothing about it.

With the power of his stick, he would have no problem competing for the centurion.

The sturdy man holding the long pole was frightened silly, his legs were shaking and he couldn't move.

If that stick had hit him, he would have been turned into a pool of meat.

He was so scared that he peed his pants!

At this time, a clear voice came from the ring, "My little brother, your stick skills are pretty good, why don't you come up to the ring and have a fight?"

Li Meng didn't even think about it and replied, "Okay!"

He didn't think about anything else at all, he just wanted to hone this set of crazy stick techniques in actual combat.

The people surrounding Li Meng looked towards the ring at the same time, and immediately, they all gasped.

"Isn't that Feng Jiulang from the Yufeng Clan? Didn't he go into seclusion to practice?"

"You don't know yet, right? Feng Jiulang has won nine games in a row in the ring. If he wins one more game, it will be his tenth consecutive victory!"

"Feng Jiulang? He was the one who lost to Young Master Long in the competition for the centurion title last time, right? Why is he here?"

"Yeah, if he doesn't go to Young Master Long to avenge his sword attack, why would he bother a junior?"

"Is it because he is happy to see prey?"

"Can that boy be considered a hunter? He's just a fool at best!"

"If you have the guts, go and get hit by his stick..."

Li Meng turned a deaf ear to everyone's discussions. He only had the stick in his hand and his opponent in his eyes.

As for who the opponent was, it was no longer within his consideration.

Li Meng held the iron rod upside down and walked towards the ring step by step, as if no one was around.

Anyway, he didn't recognize any of those people, so he simply didn't even look at them.

Feng Jiulang, who was standing on the ring, didn't take Li Meng seriously at first. Those who used axes, hammers, and iron rods were basically some strong and rude men.

Li Meng has also been classified as that kind of person by Feng Jiulang.

However, seeing Li Meng walking towards the ring step by step, Feng Jiulang suddenly realized that this opponent should not be underestimated.

He held the sword in both hands and performed a sword-holding salute toward Li Meng.

"Feng Jiulang of the Yufeng Clan is here to defend the ring..."

"The Wind Control Clan? Never heard of it..."

Li Meng hit him on the head with a stick without saying a word.

It’s not that Li Meng is arrogant, he really has never heard of the Yufeng clan.

Originally, Feng Jiulang took Li Meng very seriously and regarded Li Meng as his rival.

But seeing that Li Meng did not know right from wrong and just started fighting without even signing up, it was clear that he was a reckless man.

Feng Jiulang suddenly became angry, and with a tremor of his hand, he drew out five sword flowers and stabbed Li Meng in five parts.

Li Meng ignored him and smashed Feng Jiulang on the head with the iron rod.

“Ding ding ding ding…”

Feng Jiulang's sword was much faster than Li Meng's stick. He was able to strike first and stab Li Meng repeatedly.

He originally thought that Li Meng would step back to avoid, or block with a stick.

Who would have thought that Li Meng would not dodge or evade, but attack head-on.

Although all five swords pierced Li Meng, they were able to be retracted immediately without using any force.

But if Li Meng were to hit Feng Jiulang with a stick, his head would be blown apart!

Therefore, Feng Jiulang could only retreat.

Li Meng's body was stronger than steel. Feng Jiulang's swords were not even enough to tickle her and could not pierce Li Meng's skin at all.

Once Li Meng's crazy stick technique is swung out, he can only move forward in one go and cannot retreat.

That's why he didn't care about casualties and rushed forward.

Feng Jiulang was extremely fast. He retreated and then rushed back.

The long sword was swung out, turning into a sword curtain, rolling towards Li Meng.

The sword moves lightly and is good at stabbing. Chopping is not the sword's strong point, especially when facing heavy weapons.

What Li Meng is least afraid of is him swinging his sword.

Li Meng turned around and swung the iron rod towards Feng Jiulang's sword, forcing Feng Jiulang to block it.

If Feng Jiulang wanted to withdraw his sword, the iron rod would hit him.

With a "clang" sound, Li Meng's iron stick was bounced up, but the long sword in Feng Jiulang's hand had also broken into two pieces.

Feng Jiulang stepped back, looked at the broken sword in his hand, and shouted, "What a great stick technique!"

Li Meng's iron stick missed the target, so he swung it in a circle and continued to swing it out.

All of a sudden, the crowd watching below the ring fell silent.

No one expected that Li Meng was so powerful that she could break Feng Jiulang's sword?

"Who is this boy? So fierce?"

"No one is there anymore, why is he still swinging a stick and hitting something?"

"I guess he's smashing the shadow..."

"Isn't that a madman?"

Feng Jiulang saw that Li Meng's iron stick was becoming more and more powerful, and it seemed to be oppressing him.

It seems that I can't hold back any longer.

Feng Jiulang threw away the broken sword in his hand and took a heavy sword from his back.

Feng Jiulang held the hilt of the sword with both hands and said solemnly, "This sword is called Zanfeng, weighs 156 kilograms, is made of cold iron, and is indestructible. Be careful!"

With the heavy sword in hand, Feng Jiulang's aura suddenly changed.

Li Meng didn't answer, he just swung the iron rod and smashed it.

Feng Jiulang turned his hands, and the heavy sword in his hand cut the wind and slashed diagonally towards the iron rod.

With a "clang" sound, Li Meng's iron rod was actually cut off a piece by Feng Jiulang's wind-cutting skill.

With just this one sword, Li Meng's stick momentum was interrupted.

Li Meng's hand felt lighter, and the half of the iron rod in his hand also flew out of his hand and flew under the ring.

Feng Jiulang was very graceful and did not attack Li Meng when Li Meng had no weapon.

He made a sword flower and shouted, "Go pick a better weapon and fight again!"

The crowd of onlookers immediately shouted in unison, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

This exciting battle has aroused everyone's emotions, and the area around the ring is already boiling.

Li Meng looked back at the audience below the ring and asked, "Whose weapon can I borrow?"

"I...."

"I...."

"I...."

The audience in the audience rushed to raise their weapons and shouted loudly.

Those who can come to the martial arts arena are all warmongers. How could they be willing to abandon such a wonderful battle halfway?

Li Meng walked down the ring with a deep gaze, sweeping over the weapons raised high, and finally, stared at a long-handled Xuanhua axe.

The axe was shining with a cold light, and the axe and its handle were all made of black iron. The weight should be no less than two hundred pounds.

The owner of the Xuanhua Axe was actually an orc with a bull's head.

Li Meng clasped his fists and said, "This Niu... big brother, can you lend me your axe?"

The Minotaur shouted cheerfully, "Brother, use your axe and knock Feng Jiulang down!"

Feng Jiulang held the sword in both hands, standing on the ring very gracefully, waiting for Li Meng.

Hearing the minotaur’s shout, he looked straight at the minotaur. . .