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[Why does this Xiao Zan still look like he's enjoying himself!?]
[Exactly, why isn't he hurrying to pull it out! Why is he paralyzed?]
[Morals decline, integrity fades away.]
So older audience mbers lanted "the good old days are gone."
Xiao's family's old servant had already rushed up with others, shouting: "Our young master admits defeat, our young master admits defeat!"
The referee also hurriedly recorded that Lu Yao had won.
Lu Yao shrugged his shoulders and went back to rest next to his sister.
The old servant breathed a sigh of relief, quickly grabbed the gun with both hands, and decided to pull the thing out first.
"Openly!!!"
The muscles and bones of a Blood-Exchange Realm Martial Artist are tight, and it took all the strength the old servant could muster to pull it out with a "pop," nearly causing him to fall from the force of his own effort.
Imdiately, a stream of black blood sprayed from Xiao Zan's lower body, which continued to leak without end, but the most eye-catching thing was the radioactive-looking large hole!
This scene was overly adult. In the stands, many nanny-types quickly covered the eyes of their young ladies, preventing them from looking any further;
Many others pointed at Xiao Zan's buttocks and laughed loudly, and so gestured at the strange long gun, seeming to realize there was sothing wrong with this object.
Xiao's family's servants hastily carried away their young master, but as they moved, all sorts of strange things continuously leaked out of Xiao Zan's lower half—black, red, yellow, all colors represented.
Crowds along the way scrambled to get out of their way, fearing the slightest contact.
A few reporters followed behind taking pictures, their caras now much more advanced and not as bulky.
After the photos were taken, they sped away, certainly possessing martial skills themselves.
They were in such a rush to leave because the photos could just make it into tonight's evening paper.
The headline featuring the young and handso Xiao family heir's scandal was guaranteed to boost sales by at least thirty percent.
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The competition went on steadily.
Chu Yun's representatives were all elites, clearly outperforming their competitors, with more wins than losses. And whether they won or lost, few could walk away from them unhard.
Everyone cursed and burned with anger. Those who had lost loved ones were especially furious!
Lu Yao continued to showcase his own style. Against a normal martial artist, he would have a proper exchange, each learning from the other; when facing an Izumo Warrior, he would strike them down with violence!
At this mont, he was facing an almost half-ton sumo wrestler.
The man was 2.5 ters tall and three tis as wide as Lu Yao. He appeared cumberso, yet his short-distance movents were incredibly swift; he was like an agile giant.
Moreover, his body was covered with thick fat and muscle, serving as armor, essentially wearing a super-heavy bulletproof vest, capable of taking forty or fifty .50 caliber bullets.
At this mont, the sumo wrestler, wearing only a loincloth, had bloodshot eyes with excitent and roared: "Co on, little bug, co at !"
His arms whirled like windmills, continuously creating small pits on the ground.
Amidst the flying dirt and stones, Lu Yao dodged at just the right monts, causing the opponent's attacks to miss by inches.
Simultaneously, he landed a punch on the enemy's left chest.
A dull thud resonated, and the sumo wrestler's left chest trembled trendously. A pained expression crossed his face, but he wasn't seriously hurt.
"You've got pretty strong defense," Lu Yao took a deep breath, adjusting his body to its best condition: "But you're not without weaknesses."
He prepared to launch the "Plucking Star Movent Technique" to take down his opponent.
The sumo wrestler's expression hardened, and he initiated his own special technique—Cot Crush!
In reality, it was just a headbutt, but made with an especially grand presence.
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This hulk's lower limbs were incredibly strong, and with a sudden burst, the ground beneath seed to explode with a muffled thunder as he charged towards Lu Yao.
With half a ton of body weight plus a speed close to 200 kiloters per hour, his montum was nothing short of terrifying! What was even more terrifying was that once struck, one would be embraced and ravaged by this brute!
His previous opponent had been held in a grip that broke his spine and ribs, leading to his demise.
Seeing the opponent charge like an out-of-control truck, Lu Yao calmly activated his Plucking Star Movent Technique.
He struck a pose like a falcon diving, and with a "bang" shattered the air in front of him, punching his enemy in the chest at a speed of 500 kiloters per hour, ahead even though he started later!
A dull and massive thud resounded, and the mountain of flesh that was his enemy now had a significant radial indentation in his chest that sent him tumbling backwards.
In the Blood-Exchange Realm, there were only two regular vulnerabilities—the heart and the brain.
This strike imdiately halted the enemy's blood flow throughout his body, causing him to subconsciously clutch at his chest and kneel to the ground.
Then, without any hurry, Lu Yao executed the "Blue Dragon Bearing Sorrow" taught by Liao Ya, using his fist as a gun and infusing it with explosive force straight into the enemy's mouth.
With a sudden burst of power, half of the brain, mixed with copious blood like rcury or lead, soared skyward!
The enormous corpse fell to the ground after a mont, but Lu Yao had already left the arena, his shadow elongated by the setting sun.
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[Young Master Lu is so powerful!]
[Young Master Lu, look this way!]
[Young Master Lu, my dowry includes a 5% share in Jinn's Yihe Foreign Firm!]
This sumo wrestler was the fifth Izumo Warrior that Lu Yao had taken down, his efficiency in killing the best of the lot.
His opponents were no weaklings, but each ti he dispatched them swiftly and neatly. Add to that his identity as a practitioner of the Spirit Refinent of Divine Fetal Breathing, and he now even had his own fan club.
The girls in the group were all young and beautiful, coming from wealthy or noble families, and their numbers kept growing.
Li Pei, Liao Ya, and Liao Qe acted as security, standing at the forefront. But they were only three people, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back the crowd, though they persisted through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, they felt the crowd lighten—a bunch of glamorous tramps had run off on their own.
Turning their heads, they saw Yu Yani had arrived. The Innate Grandmaster cleared the area with just an icy glance.
She acknowledged Lu Yao's efforts, "You did well. You've fully mastered the 'Shadow Moon Star Plucking Technique' and killed quite a few duplicitous Izumo Warriors."
Lu Yao clasped hands and bowed, "I have not failed your expectations, but it's not over yet. The leader of the Izumo this ti is the Embassy Military Officer, and he is my next match."
As long as he could kill this person, the martial arts competition would be successfully accomplished.
"Mitsuomi Kamiya of the Ji Martial Path," Yu Yani said coldly, "using the guise of an Embassy Military Officer to bribe many officials. However, you won't have the chance to clash today."
"Oh?"
"The competition for Martial Scholars will be held during the Imperial Martial Contest on the day of the Longevity Feast."
Just as Yu Yani finished speaking, Yuan Kaisheng also entered and announced the sa—the final duel would take place inside the palace in front of the royal presence!
The audience, though regretful, wasn't surprised. The top scholarly title had its "Palace Examination," and naturally, the ultimate selection of Martial Scholars had to go through the checkpoint of the "Imperial Martial Contest."
For Lu Yao, this was a chance to witness the legendary Empress Dowager in person.
And the Izumo Ambassador too! The cruise missile was already longing for action!
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anwhile, at the embassy, the military officer Mitsuomi Kamiya watched over Lu Yao's location with a detached expression.
The Izumo Warriors around him were significantly fewer, as all who faced Lu Yao had died.
Surveying his few remaining subordinates, Mitsuomi Kamiya snorted coldly:
"I have figured out that Spirit Refining Genius's strength. To kill him in front of the foreign ministers and royal family of the Shun Dynasty during the Longevity Feast would demonstrate Izumo's valor the best!" Explore more adventures at empire
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