Lu Ran tread on the Immortal Fog, wielding the Silent Night Blade, as he charged toward Zhao Zhenren.

A man and his blade tracing a "V" shaped path!

No!

More precisely, it was the number "0".

Lu Ran even paused, deliberately waiting for the Dawn Blade, ready to meet it at the end.

The audience high above had a clearer view, chattering among themselves:

"What a sight to behold from Da Xia's genius, delightful and pleasing!"

"Beautiful~"

"One man with two Divine Weapons, I'm so envious!"

"If the Immortal Sheep Believer gets chopped, that's going to be hilarious ahahaha!"

On the battlefield, things changed in the blink of an eye. As the crowd whispered, the fighters had already crossed swords.

"Dream on!"

Zhao Zhenren roared angrily, his energy surging around him.

Thinking I'd be attacked from both front and back?

Did you damn forget, I'm a Martial Monk Believer!

"Huh!!"

Suddenly, two golden bodies, two golden heads, and two golden arms materialized behind Zhao Zhenren.

Three heads and six arms?

Close enough, this is the Martial Monk Divine Technique·Furious Three Bodies!

True to its name!

Including Zhao Zhenren's original body, all three faces bore the fierce expression of a Vajra, exuding majesty.

Not only that, the newly emerged golden bodies each grasped an Ancient Copper Stick.

"Sst—"

Lu Ran's feet shuffled, failing to meet up with the Dawn Blade.

Zhao Zhenren, wielding the Ancient Copper Stick, swung fiercely but hit nothing.

"Boom boom boom!"

One of the golden bodies behind him, wielding a long stick, sent the Dawn Blade flying.

Golden energy waves tumbled forward.

"Oh my god!"

"Back! Quick, back up!"

"Get down!" Chaos erupted in the woods as everyone feared being hit by the golden blast.

After this, the onlooking crowd retreated even further.

"Flower Monk," Lu Ran slid backwards to the center of the arena, called out from a distance, "Hit me, don't take your anger out on the audience."

Suddenly, there was a moment of silence in the woodland.

Then, a "pfft," followed by laughter such as "hahaha", emerged.

"You're courting death!"

Zhao Zhenren bellowed furiously, stamping his foot abruptly. Though dozens of meters away from Lu Ran, he thrust his long stick straight out.

"Roar!!"

Energy surged wildly, a huge dragon made of golden energy burst forth, roaring as it charged.

Martial Monk Divine Technique·Cloud-Riding Dragon!

"Ah!!"

"Is he really going for the kill?"

"Be careful!" Amid the startled cries, Lu Ran retreated diagonally backwards on swirling mist at his feet.

An even more jaw-dropping scene unfolded!

Faced with the fearsome golden dragon, Lu Ran didn't dodge far away.

Astoundingly, he drew back alongside the golden dragon?

Lu Ran slowed down, allowing the dragon to fly past his side.

With his right hand holding the Silent Night Blade, he even reached towards the dragon's body, the blade tip grazing across its exquisitely sculpted scales...

Such a scene dumbfounded the crowd!

"Damn?! This control of distance?"

"Do you have to be so dashing? Do you have to be so elegant?"

"Dragon Scale Blade?"

"Really not afraid of getting hit? Can't help showing off, can you?"

"Joke! I, Ran Shen, dared to challenge the Tether Silk Robe, what fear could I have of a big dragon touching me?"

High above, Jiang Li, who always wore an expressionless face, suddenly raised her eyebrows slightly.

The male teacher beside her burst into hearty laughter:

"Hahaha! This kid, what a presence!"

In their sight, Lu Ran, using the "Dragon Scale Blade", caught too close to the golden dragon, and was finally affected.

Hmm... his hat was blown away.

He revealed a head of short, choppy hair, fluttering in the wind.

"Sst—"

Lu Ran suddenly retreated to the other side.

Zhao Zhenren followed, his stick pounding the ground, stirring up waves of golden energy.

He fled, he pursued.

They zigzagged across the arena.

"What to do?" As if Lu Ran had eyes behind his head, fog whirled under his feet as he continued to retreat quickly, "Seems like you can't do anything to me?"

With the continuous bleating in his ears, Zhao Zhenren's already irritable heart was provoked crazily time and time again.

Zhao Zhenren, overwhelmed by fury, made another forward thrust with his stick.

"Roar!!"

Another golden dragon burst forth.

Baring its fangs and claws, it emanated a murderous aura!

This time, Lu Ran was even bolder!

He actually dashed close to the ground, right under the dragon's belly.

The fact proved that Lu Ran wasn't just provoking with words; even his actions were taunting!

No sooner had Lu Ran escaped than he continued to disturb his opponent's mind: "Think of something, Jiang Realm Great Power!

Why can't you take me down? Don't feel like it?"

Each word stabbed furiously into Zhao Zhenren's heart!

Just from the perspective of speed, the Immortal Sheep Believer indeed had the upper hand.

To the spectators, this seemed to be Lu Ran's only advantage.

But this couldn't continue.

Apart from verbal output and disgusting his opponent, what else could Lu Ran do?

The best outcome would be a draw. Zhao Zhenren might not be able to catch Lu Ran, but he certainly wouldn't lose!

Of course, if it ended in a draw...

To a certain extent, shouldn't that be considered a victory for Lu Ran?

After all, there was an insurmountable chasm between the River Realm and the Jiang Realm.

"Monk, your strength is just so-so." Lu Ran huffed coldly, "Next time, don't shamelessly cling to someone else's girlfriend.

You hear me?"

"You really think I can't catch you?!" Zhao Zhenren's eyes were split with rage, he shouted furiously!

Lu Ran's sliding figure stopped, his brows slightly furrowed.

Zhao Zhenren's neck veins bulged, furious to the extreme, and he forcefully raised his hand: "I concede, I lose!"

"Huh!!"

Directly above the arena in the high sky, a golden palm suddenly appeared.

Martial Monk Divine Technique·Great Golden Sky Monk Palm!

This was a Martial Monk's technique, adapted for use in the Jiang Realm.

Its explosive output could crush an apartment building.

Lu Ran's expression changed. Although he was still wearing a mask, the panic in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.

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