C35 (1/2)

The audience was in a state of panic, not knowing what had happened. At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped onto the stage. He wore a green robe and had an emerald jade on his waist. It was clear that he was a member of Black Tortoise City's six great clans. However, Jun Yunrue was unable to identify which family it was from.

This person held a paper fan and walked over with a smile. He said, ”Are you sure this Martial Competition can't be held?”

Jun Yingxiao was infuriated, ”Didn't you see the Black Tortoise get injured?”

”Oh, I'm really sorry. ”If the Black Tortoise isn't well, he won't come out to abbot. You know him so well, could it be that he's got a worm in his stomach?”

”You …” Jun Lin Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to make a move, but he was stopped by Jun Lin, who was lying on the ground.

He turned his head and saw that Jun Lin Yue was actually smiling. He said with a smile, ”This must be the second master of the Lee family. It's been a long time since we last met. His character really hasn't improved at all.”

”Fourth brother, go ahead. I'll deal with it.” Jun Linyue spread out his hands and placed them on the ground, ”I'll let you have both your hands and legs. If you can touch me, then I'll lose. I'll do whatever I want with you.”

Jun Lin Xiao was shocked, ”You're still bragging at such a time?” ”Come down with me.”

Second Master Li laughed contemptuously: ”I have been in the Jianghu for so many years and have seen many bold ones, but they are already dead. However, this was the first time he had seen someone speak so loudly. ”Then, young duke, I won't be polite.”

As he finished speaking, the white paper fan, with a 'hua' sound, became as sharp as a blade and pierced towards Jun Linyue in a straight line. Jun Linxiao didn't want to leave. He tried to block the attack, but his right foot tripped and he staggered as he somersaulted off the stage. However, with Jun Yunrue's cultivation base, he wouldn't be injured. He also knew that Jun Linyue was protecting him.

The stage was cleared, leaving only two people behind. The white wind had just moved three feet away from Jun Bluemoon when it suddenly opened, and the fan shot forward. In this range, even if Jun Bluemoon jumped up, he still wouldn't be able to escape.

Jun Lin Yue pointed his right hand at Second Master Li, feeling a warm sensation in his sleeve. Right now, all he needed was a mouthful of blood essence to recover thirty percent. This Second Master Li had come at the right time.

Jun Lin Yue abruptly shifted his body, gliding in the direction of Second Master Li. Second Master Li, who was flying through the air, paused for a moment. Jun Lin Yue smiled at him tiredly, then extended his hand to touch Second Master Li's stomach. The black jade sword inside his sleeve pierced through Second Master Li's body with a ”pu ci” sound.

But this was not the end. As his body was blocking the crowd's view, the dagger in his left hand appeared horizontally in the air. Second Master Li fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he died with grievance. As for that folded fan, it quietly floated in the air and fell down.

Jun Lin Yue rose to his feet, as though he had obtained his strength.

Everyone below the stage cried out in alarm and applauded. This speed, under the dumbstruck gazes of the crowd, took a person's life without leaving a single trace behind. It was truly a godly figure.

There was nothing unusual about the First Lady. She just sat there and watched everything that was happening on the stage. She called her attendants over and said a few words to them. The attendant quickly left. Yang Xi'er's expression was solemn, but she did not say anything. Speaking of which, since when did this guy become so mysterious? Ever since she was bullied that day, she knew that Jun Lin Yue was a profound practitioner. But from what he saw today, he didn't even use a single bit of mystical technique, yet he was still able to inflict such powerful injuries. Apart from the basics of his martial arts, most of it was due to his methods.

Yang Xi'er pondered in her heart before continuing to gaze at Jun Lin Yue.

Jun Linyue acted as if nothing had happened as he stood at the center of the arena. ”We'll stop here for today's performance. Next, we'll split into groups for two matches.” There were a total of 20 opponents who had entered the arena. The top 10 were for martial artists, while the bottom 10 were for martial artists. Everyone, please get ready. The match will begin immediately. Please Number... ”