C7 (1/2)

Wei Wuyi's momentum was surging, and his two talents were even more eye-catching. In an instant, he became the focus of the entire audience!

”I've heard that Wei Wuyi's talent for the sword can increase the destructive power of his swordsmanship. His talent for the armor can provide a strong defense to his body.”

”Sword and armor talent, you can attack and defend, it's a good fit.”

”Wei Wuyi has a level of cultivation at the first level of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, but his combat strength can absolutely crush an ordinary second level martial artist. Even a third level martial artist might have the strength to fight him!”

”He's really too strong! If it weren't for Fang Ruyu's sudden appearance, the title of number one genius in Eastsea City would never have fallen. It must have been Wei Wuyi!”

The waves of praises and exclamations engulfed the entire Eastsea City!

In the eyes of the crowd, at least, his cultivation base was only at the fifth level of the Celestial Mirror. Not only that, but he had never displayed his innate strength, so he might not even have the strength to display his innate talent.

”Trash, have you seen the difference between us?” Wei Wuyi proudly smiled and glanced at Xia Xinghe as if he was looking at a dead man.

The sword in Wei Wu's hand slashed horizontally, and with a ”puchi” sound, the pale golden energy seemed to transform into a swimming dragon. Not only did it cut the limestone ground beneath the sword into a round and smooth crack, but it also cut a two-story building beside him into two halves!

This was the power of a sword's innate talent. Having activated the sword's innate talent, the attack power of Wei Wuyi was several times stronger than the spiritual energy released by an ordinary Heaven's Fusion Mirror!

After Wei Wuyi broke through the building, the crowd immediately stopped their discussion. Countless gazes of envy and fanaticism were locked onto him. For a moment, the street became so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, sweeping up Xia Xingchen's clothes.

Xia Xinghe slowly raised his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air, as though he was trying to capture some invisible wind. Although he didn't go to check on Wei Wuyi, he casually replied, ”See clearly.”

”Hmm?” Wei Wuyi's sword-like eyebrows twitched, his handsome face immediately filled with anger. ”Are you looking down on me?”

In the face of Wei Wuyi's surging momentum, Xia Xingchen didn't even spare him a glance as he said the three words: ”clearly see” in a perfunctory manner. If it wasn't a naked contempt, then what was it?

Sometimes, face was more important than life. Especially when a publicly acknowledged piece of trash was leisurely looking down on a genius.

Xia Xinghe didn't answer Wei Wu's question; he didn't even look at Wei Wu directly. From beginning to end, Xia Xinghe had been waving his arms in a random motion, as if trying to grasp the invisible wind.

”A familiar feeling, I'm back.” Xia Xinghe calmly murmured to himself, just as he had said, it was as though he was searching for his own feelings.

Xia Xinghe's actions completely angered Wei Wuyi. He brandished his sword and charged straight at Xia Xinghe. He wanted to use the cruelest method to kill Xia Xinghe, for example, slicing off pieces of his flesh.

”Die!” With an explosive shout, Wei Wu's figure flashed and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Xia Xing.