vstars Chapter 528 The Quarryman
Chapter 528 The Quarryman
Jiang Mo's appearance on stage immediately drew everyone's attention, and the atmosphere in the entire venue became solemn.
The inner disciple, with an arrogant air, asked in a cold voice, "Do you know what the outcome of a contest with me would be?"
As an inner disciple, he not only had to surpass the outer disciples in martial arts, but also had to humiliate their dignity in order to relieve his frustration over the past few days.
"I don't know," Jiang Mo shook his head and answered truthfully.
"What could be the result of fighting a piece of trash like you? Being crippled by me?" This was Jiang Mo's true thought.
However, it cannot be said out loud, nor can the other party be defeated too badly, lest people doubt their identity.
Since Lin Ping claims to be an incredibly strong quarryman, then he can only win by relying on his innate superhuman strength.
"The result is certain death!" The inner disciple was very unhappy seeing Jiang Mo's indifferent expression.
Originally, I only intended to severely injure him, but now I'm contemplating killing him.
In any case, life and death are irrelevant in a martial arts arena, so Jiang Mo should have considered the consequences before stepping onto the stage.
"To ensure you die knowing the truth, remember the name Ding Zihu," the other person said arrogantly, as if he wanted the whole world to know his name.
"Oh..." Jiang Mo replied listlessly, not wanting to waste her breath on him.
"Dingzihu? I'm going to pull out this nail today." Below the arena, Lin Ping had already anticipated the outcome.
Even the most stubborn holdouts are child's play in his eyes. With a hacksaw in hand, what is there to fear from holdouts?
"You brat, stop bluffing. You're about to die, and you're still not afraid?" Jiang Mo's attitude annoyed him. He drew his longsword and rushed towards Jiang Mo.
"Look, that's the Lotus Flower in a Flash. We must remember this profound and unpredictable move."
"Damn it, this kid is just a quarryman, how could he possibly be a match for Lotus Blossom?"
"Sigh... Ding Zihu has already decided to kill you. Just wait and collect your brother's corpse."
After witnessing the lotus bloom, the crowd's initial excitement turned to regret.
Ding Zihu used his ultimate move simply to instill fear in all the outer disciples and, incidentally, kill Jiang Mo, that ungrateful bastard.
"Can a lotus flower at this level really kill someone?" Lin Ping asked doubtfully, without even needing to turn on the X-ray function.
If classified according to the Lotus Palace's hierarchy, Lin Ping has become the best among the white lotuses, while Ding Zihu is only the worst among the blue lotuses.
The two are nearly two major levels apart, so their strength is naturally incomparable.
As for Jiang Mo's strength... best of luck to Ding Zihu.
Faced with Ding Zihu's attack, Jiang Mo really didn't know whether he should draw his sword or not.
It's really difficult to defeat him without killing him.
Jiang Mo was faced with a difficult choice.
"You brat, are you scared now? If you kneel down and kowtow, I might spare your life," Ding Zihu laughed arrogantly.
“Ding Zihu is a master of the Blue Lotus Realm. Your brother will be killed.”
“We are all outer disciples, and we are used to being insulted. It won’t make a difference if we do it again. There’s no need to risk our lives for a moment of pride.”
“That’s right, hurry up and make your brother kneel down and kowtow to Ding Zihu. We won’t laugh at him.”
The outer disciples kindly offered their advice.
If they initially had some confidence in Jiang Mo, now that he's even hesitating to draw his sword, he's completely terrified and can only obediently wait to die on the spot.
“My brother has bad knees, and the doctor said he can’t kneel,” Lin Ping replied seriously, spreading his hands.
This is like a doctor saying he has a poor appetite and can only eat soft food. The doctor is wronged; they really didn't say that much.
When Ding Zihu approached, Jiang Mo still drew his longsword. It was a bit of an exaggeration to cripple the opponent with just his fists.
Jiang Mo wielded the long sword in his hand arbitrarily, without any discernible pattern, clearly indicating that he was an amateur.
"This kind of low-level sword technique dares to compare itself to the Lotus Flower's Fleeting Appearance?" Ding Zihu said disdainfully.
In order to win gracefully, Ding Zihu did not aim for Jiang Mo's vital points, but instead planned to easily deflect Jiang Mo's longsword first, and then deliver a fatal blow.
Clang clang clang!
The two longswords clashed violently together.
"As expected, he's utterly vulnerable." Ding Zihu sneered as Jiang Mo's longsword was about to slip from his grasp.
With a cold shout, Ding Zihu suddenly unleashed a burst of strength in his wrist, successfully knocking the longsword out of Jiang Mo's hand.
"Alas, he was no match for an inner disciple after all."
"It's too late to say anything now. He just wouldn't listen to our advice."
Everyone shook their heads, feeling sorry for Jiang Mo.
"Too late? I don't think so." Lin Ping sneered, and had to admire Jiang Mo's superb acting skills.
When Ding Zihu was about to deliver the fatal blow to Jiang Mo, he found that his right arm, which was holding the long sword, was subjected to a tremendous force and was completely out of his control.
As the two drew closer, he could only swing his left fist and strike Jiang Mo's face.
Snapped!
The fist landed on Jiang Mo's palm like a hard stone hitting a sponge; the force was easily neutralized.
Jiang Mo retaliated, but in order to appear as an ordinary quarryman, he had to slow down and reduce his strength.
Even so, the punch still landed heavily on Ding Zihu's chest.
The opponent's feet left the ground, and his body flew more than ten meters through the air like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily into the stone wall behind him and landing awkwardly on the ground.
puff!
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and Ding Zihu had several broken ribs and his heart was damaged.
If Jiang Mo hadn't shown mercy first, this punch would have definitely been a penetrating blow.
For him, Ding Zihu's body was too fragile; if he didn't control his strength properly, he could cause someone's death.
Although killing someone on the arena is not illegal, it could very likely provoke a fierce counterattack from the inner disciples.
At that time, even if Jiang Mo has great abilities, he will be powerless to reverse the situation.
"He won! This kid actually beat an inner disciple?"
The scene before them shocked everyone. If Ding Zihu hadn't been vomiting blood, they would have thought they were seeing things.
"Did you see that? He sent an inner disciple flying with one punch."
"Although his swordsmanship is poor, his strength is immense, truly a source of pride for a stonemason."
"He is not only the pride of the stonemason, but the pride of all the outer disciples. From now on, I will learn strength from him."
Returning to reality from the illusion, everyone exclaimed excitedly.
Jiang Mo not only defeated Ding Zihu, but also did so entirely through brute force, which would not arouse any suspicion from anyone.
"That was so close!" Jiang Mo walked to Lin Ping's side and said with a look of lingering fear, "I almost killed him with one punch."
"Black Dog, you've improved..." Lin Ping said, giving a thumbs up. It wasn't that his martial arts skills had improved, but rather that his ability to show off had skyrocketed.
"Inner disciple? I think you're just trash." Lin Ping rushed over and stepped on Ding Zihu's chest, saying, "I have a wad of phlegm, not sure if I should spit it out?"