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"Big Brother Wushuang, you already have such a realization?" Zhan Ling'er stopped where she was and began to ponder in her heart.

The afternoon sun was still hot on people's bodies. The front of the arena was already packed with people. Today could be considered the official start of the Sino-Western Martial Arts Show. It was no longer a practice exercise but a real life or death struggle.

Seeing Zhan Wushuang slowly walking over, the cheers of the Yan Jing's camp immediately became loud: "Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight! Unrivaled! Unrivaled!"

Furthermore, compared to Fa Wuliang, Zhan Wushuang had always been in Yan Jing City these past few years. He was more inclined to become a human god of war, and not a legend like the one Fa Wuliang had never heard of.

Zhan Wushuang leaped up and the tip of his foot lightly touched the ground. His entire body bloomed on the stage like a pear blossom.

"Fight, fight, fight, unparalleled, unparalleled, unmatched!"

The small square around the martial stage was filled with this kind of frenzied shout that bordered on obsession.

Suddenly, a taunting voice came from the western camp, "A fella trying to attract attention, there's no need to be lenient. Since the emperor of Central Plains has allowed them to kill each other, we should live up to his good intentions."

The sound of her voice was still ringing in his ears, making him feel uncomfortable. He glared at her.

Still, after all, she was the chief diplomat of the Western camp, and she gave her full respect. Slowly raising her head to look at Zhan Wushuang on the arena, Ka Miao nodded her head.

Then, he circulated the golden inner energy beneath his feet and landed in the air above the martial stage like an immortal. He then slowly landed on the martial stage.

"Roar ~ ~" "Roar!" The Berserkers on the side of the western barbarian released waves of beast-like howls, as if they were encouraged by Ka Miao.

However, as a Gold Fighter, Ka Miao did not seem to like the cheers coming from his own camp. He raised his hand and pressed down, signalling for silence. Then, he turned to Zhan Wushuang and smiled.

"Can we start now?" Ka Miao said.

Zhan Wushuang nodded and immediately assumed a defensive posture, secretly taking precautions.

Carmon did not pay much attention to that. He pulled out a big golden blade from his back, and attacked towards Zhan Wushuang.

"White Tiger Rend Slash!" Below the stage, Yuan Shitai who had finally escaped from the Little Western Paradise, looked at Ka Miao's actions and unconsciously opened his mouth.

But how? Wasn't this the move created by his master? How could this brat have learned it? The fake must be fake.

Zhan Wushuang raised his hand and drew out the sword at his waist. He sent out a ray of light that pierced the sky, aiming for the body of Ka Miao's blade. He then turned around and unleashed an Overlord's Slash, aiming for Ka Miao's head.

Under normal circumstances, Ka Miao could only retreat. After all, it was only a matter of time before he swung his sword and slashed back. However, the truth was that Ka Miao did not choose to retreat.

"Blue Lotus Sword Song." Zhan Wushuang shook both of his hands, and a wave of inner strength flowed through his long sword. It danced like a sharp green lotus as he slashed fifteen times in a row, thrusting the sword at Ka Miao's head from all angles.

"Blind Elephant Return of the Wind!" This western barbarian actually knew a master's sabre art. Where did he learn it from? Even after practicing for so many months, he wasn't that familiar with it, and his reaction speed was fast as well! Could he be the little disciple that his master secretly took in? Yuan Shitai couldn't help but think.

"Sword up into the Sky!" Zhan Wushuang saw that Ka Miao's defense was extremely exquisite and immediately chose to change sword moves. He raised the longsword in his hand and suddenly kicked Ka Miao's lower body. His body started to spin as he quickly cut into Ka Miao's upper, middle and lower body.

"Penetrating Rainbow!" Ka Miao smiled slightly, the blade in his hand was for his sword. He used the sword technique that Zhan Wushuang had used a moment ago, and immediately used it to flick away at Zhan Wushuang's sword, following that, he swung his arm, returning his attack with a rugged Green Lotus Sword Song. The blade had bloomed a green lotus, the blade had a golden radiance, it would not be impossible for it to be the Golden Lotus Sword Song.

It was just that this technique wasn't particularly smooth, but it was enough to scare off the weaker members of the group.

"This guy can actually steal someone else's move! Heavens, what he has secretly learned is even better than what I've practiced! It's so infuriating compared to others!" Yuan Shitai muttered softly, he couldn't let others know of such an ugly matter.

"A sword to the east to create all things." The sword in her hand shot out a ray of cyan light, and she pointed it straight at Ka Miao's throat. Although this move looked soft and weak, Zhan Ling`er knew that this was a move that her own Wushuang had developed on her own. This move did not seem useful at all, but what was gathered on top of it was enough to blow a person's head off.

"Sword up into the Sky!" She knew that it was not easy to defend against this force, so she shifted Zhan Wushuang's sword moves with her blade. Then, she turned her hand and used the power of Zhan Wushuang to raise her sword into the air.

It was a pity that he was not Zhan Wushuang and instead had a blade in his hand instead of a sword. Thus, he could only attack from the upper half of the battle.

Zhan Wushuang looked at the sword in front of her as it soared through the sky. Then, the tip of her foot suddenly touched the ground as she retreated backwards. Then, she secretly channeled her inner force into the sword in her hand.

The sword in his hand shook, and a layer of the sword sheath was suddenly broken off, the sword became soft, and the sword hilt was switched to his left hand. Other than Wu Xiuying, everyone in Martial House were somewhat surprised, the sword in his left hand, why would the Battle-Saint use the sword in his left hand to fight?

"Did you bring out your skills? This Ka Miao is really hard to deal with. " Wu Xiuying said softly, her eyes constantly shaking as she watched the battles taking place on the stage.

"Taiji moved the Heavens and Earth, and the eight trigrams swirled chaotically around the world." Zhan Wushuang held the sword in his left hand and slashed horizontally at Ka Miao's waist with his sword.

When Carmon used her blade to block the attack, Zhan Wushuang's sword suddenly moved down about two centimeters and ruthlessly slashed at Carmon's thigh.

"Sssii!" Only the sound of cloth and sword slashing could be heard. Zhan Wushuang had just taken on the challenge and left a bone-deep scar on Ka Miao's thigh. Fresh red blood instantly dyed his pants red.

"A flexible sword? "He can actually adjust the direction of the sword tip with his inner force. This is amazing." She quickly blocked Zhan Wushuang's attack and also forced her to take one or two steps back.

As the swords and sabers clashed, the sound of the Central Plains iron bones clanging rang out, causing everyone below to hold their breaths, waiting to see what would happen.