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A red light flashed, and Dao Wuleng instantly released a beast's roar that seemed like it had been bullied. The cross in Aulis' hands miraculously appeared beside Dao Wuleng, and then slashed heavily onto Dao Wuleng's arm.

For some reason, that cumbersome cross was incredibly sharp, and actually cut Dao Wuleng's right arm off.

What made people even more desperate was that the arm that fell to the ground instantly shattered into pieces. Even the genius doctor couldn't randomly reconnect Dao Wuleng's right arm.

"How could that be, Dao Wuleng actually lost!" The people from the Yan Jing camp were all shocked. In that instant when their eyes were dazzled, what exactly happened?

"Dao Wuleng's hand was chopped off, but how did that happen? Isn't that western barbarian being suppressed all the time?" This was the question of a meticulous observer. Moreover, he was not weak either. It seemed that he understood it quite well.

"Just a moment ago, that barbarian weapon seemed to have changed. Its distance was stretched out, and before Dao Wuleng could even react, his arm was cut off." An old man stared at the golden cross in Aoriya's hands in confusion. If he was not mistaken, there must be something strange about that weapon.

Although everyone had that thought, no one wanted to go and help the Central Plains martial artist Dao Wuleng. That's right, if they lost to Dao Wuleng, then wouldn't they have to give up their lives for nothing?

"In the name of the Lord, I grant you freedom," Aoriya raised the golden cross in his hands towards Dao Wuleng's head. He could smack this fellow's head with his next move, even though he couldn't analyze this fellow's cultivation technique, he still respected him a lot in his heart. After all, the number of people who could stand against him for so long could be counted on one hand.

Once again, the cross shone with a dazzling golden light. After that, Aulis waved it around and smashed it towards Dao Wuleng's neck. An extremely strong warrior was about to die just like that.

Immediately after, a large golden ring blade flew over out of nowhere and shot towards the arm that was holding onto the cross. In other words, if Aieria wanted to continue with the fight and break Dao Wuleng's arm, his large golden ring knife would have cut off his arm on the spot as well.

Why would he want to do such a loss-making deal!? Oreza immediately retreated, the cross in his hand smashing the blade to the ground. He then looked at the handsome young man who was flying over with lightness techniques.

The young man's face was pale. It was unknown if it was because he had used too much inner force, or because he was already injured, but after he landed gently on the stage, the Yan Jing camp was in an uproar.

"Martial House Mu Tu, why is he here? You actually dare to go up on the martial stage, you must know that he doesn't even have Deity realm, are you going up to die? " People below the stage who knew Mu Tu immediately shouted out.

Actually, they did not really care about Mu Tu's life or death, but rather, someone who had not even reached a certain level actually dared to come up onto the stage. This caused them to feel a little inferior and uncomfortable in their hearts.

"Young man, this is the martial arts arena. It is not suitable for you to come up here!" You know, it's not wrong for me to kill you on the spot. " Aieria still harbored some sympathy, but she did not attack Mu Tu on the spot.

"I know, but I don't want to see him die just like that. How about this, I'll fight you and you'll let me go if I win. I won't take your life, I'll give you my life and his life if I lose." Mu Tu looked at the pale Dao Wuleng on the ground and said to Aiolia.

"Young man, this is very interesting. Okay, since it's like this, I'll play a round with you. Even if I win, I won't kill you. However, you have to be my retainer. What do you say?" He was clearly very interested in Mu Tu, of course it was just an appreciation of his personality and strength.

He had heard that this guy had rejected the kindness of the Knights of the Round Table, so he could take the opportunity to take Gao Wen under his command. From now on, he would see if this kid was right or wrong in his appetite.

"Alright!" Mu Tu nodded his head, of course he would not agree to become Aiaoria's squire. As a disciple of the Seven Fiends Sect, if he was recruited by the West, forget about his ancestors, even his master Mu Aixing would die from anger! As for why he agreed, it was because he was sure that he wouldn't lose this martial show alive.

The second round of the martial arts show was not over yet. Mu Tu and Aioriya's exchange had also let the people of both sides hear it loud and clear. Knowing that there was still another match to watch, everyone did not leave, other than the fatty Tong Hu, who had earned a huge sum of money and left with the one liter of golden spring water that he had earned in satisfaction. Many years later, he would often complain about this because if it were not for this pot of golden spring water, would he have wasted almost half of his wealth to get to know Mu Tu?

Both parties stood opposite of each other on the test platform. Dao Wuleng, on the other hand, was carried down the stage by Mu Tu, and helped him stop his bleeding, but he did not allow him to leave. After all, he had yet to win against Wu Xiu, so he could not openly take him away.

He watched as Mu Tu picked up the Twilight Knife and stood there holding his sword. Although he admired this guy's courage, he still did not care about this little fellow's strength in the least. After all, there was still a difference of realm between them, and he did not think that this little fellow was stronger than him, who was a brave and battle-loving person.

Mu Tu also did not attack immediately. He was trying to ease the churning of his internal organs, and even though he had barely suppressed the injuries of his body, the Twilight Knife that flew over from such a distance had also caused his body to be overburdened.

Letting the opponent go first meant that they would be at a disadvantage in a battle. If the experts lost a single step, then they would lose successively, and their realm would be lower by an entire realm. If their state was not able to keep up, then it would be like what the people from the Yan Jing camp below said, going onstage to deliver their lives.

"Shitai, there seems to be something wrong with your Master's condition!" In the corner below the stage, Wu Lingxue who was dressed in red spoke to Yuan Shitai who was quietly watching from the side.

She understood that her lover was worried about that youth on the stage, but she didn't know how to comfort him, so she asked him a question that concerned him.

"Yes, he appears to be injured. His expression is extremely ugly. This match is likely a little suspenseful!" Yuan Shitai does not think highly of his own master, Dao Wuleng is an example of his own master, the sturdy man from the west on the stage, his strength is truly too much compared to us!