545 Nangong Wuque Clutching his Chrysanthemum! (1/2)

The long black stick spun in the air, making chilling whistling sounds. The image was extremely shocking.

The members of the audience were all shocked. That elderly was actually this powerful and sturdy? The stick split into several, causing those who were watching to shudder.

Flames surged toward the heavens and clashed constantly with the long stick. The collision caused flames to scatter around.

High up in the air, Grandmaster Xuan Ming's eyes held a complicated gaze. His entire figure was like a human flame, and with a wave of his palm, the flames began to twist and turn. Soon, they morphed into a huge maw, which then made its way to bite the skinny elder.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hands, causing the black poles to condense into a very huge pole in an instant. As soon as the huge pole was formed, it directly smashed apart the flaming maw that Grandmaster Xuan Ming had created.

With the sound of rushing wind, Grandmaster Xuan Ming moved to the side, dodging the attack from the enormous black pole.

At this point, the other grandmasters began to make their moves.

Grandmaster Gu He waved his hand, and a dark green elixir was shoved into his mouth. He chewed it a few times and swallowed, and his energy began to skyrocket. As soon as that happened, he smashed his fist into the ground.

Suddenly, a shockwave spread out from the ground.

The skinny elder, however, seemed to have foreseen this attack. Exerting energy into his feet, he leaped up high, dodging the shockwave perfectly.

The elderly grasped the enormous black pole, and his true energy began to surge crazily. The enormous black pole began to tremble, and with a deafening sound, it was ruthlessly smashed downward. The air in its path seemed to distort.

Hong!!

The ground exploded, but Grandmaster Gu He had been able to dodge in a flash; he, too, leaped high into the air, charging directly at the elder.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

Grandmaster Gu He roared loudly, and his body moved lightning fast as he fought in close quarters against the elderly in midair.

As Bu Fang held onto the Eight Treasures Chicken, he looked at the enormous black pole and sucked in a deep breath of air, then he slowly took a step backward, having made the decision to walk around it.

As he took a step back, however, the enormous black pole began to tremble once again, and this time, it smashed down toward him.

En?

Bu Fang frowned, albeit unwilling to continue.

This was a bit too much…

Bu Fang exerted some force into his feet and dashed forward, but the enormous black pole actually changed directions too, whistling toward him.

It brought with it a ringing ”Hong” sound.

The ground was smashed by the long pole.

Bu Fang frowned and increased his movement speed, but the enormous black pole continued to give chase, pestering him without stop.

Nangong Wuque and the chief judge, who were both standing afar, sucked in deep breaths of cold air as they watched events unfold. This black pole really was not ordinary.

”Old Bu, I'll help you!!”

Nangong Wuque shouted out loudly. He stomped his foot on the ground hard and charged in Bu Fang's direction.

”Don't...”

When Bu Fang saw this, his eyes narrowed; just as he was about to open his mouth, he realized that Nangong Wuque had already reached his side. With a face brimming with excitement, the latter struck the long pole.

The figure of the skinny elderly, who was still in midair, began to glow, and his blood began to surge like stormy waves. As he glanced in Bu Fang's direction, his eyes flashed, and he waved his hand.

Suddenly, a countless number of black poles appeared and swung downward harshly.

”Shit?! Didn't we agree that there would only be one?!” Nangong Wuque's was filled with confusion as he stared at the incoming cloud of densely packed long black poles, which were smashing down in his direction, and he felt as though a thousand dogs were running through his heart.

Where was the trust between people?

Hong!

A scorching white flame exploded and engulfed everything before rushing towards the horizon.

The scorching white Nine Hell King Flame collided with the black poles, striking many of them down; however, a few black poles were able to make it past the flames and whistled down toward Bu Fang.

Dong dong dong!

Nangong Wuque crazily dodged the raining black poles with a variety of comedic poses, narrowly escaping being struck. The ground was riddled with holes, and rubble of different sizes was scattered about.

Nangong Wuque's frightened little heart beat madly, without stopping.

”This is too scary! Does this black pole have a spirit?”

Bu Fang was also speechless.

”When I was alone, all I had to deal with was just one pole; now that you've joined the fray, the number of poles I've had to deal with has increased.” Bu Fang looked at Nangong Wuque as though he was looking at an idiot.

Since the elder had used only a single black pole to attack Bu Fang, it was obvious that he was confident that it alone was sufficient. Hence, when the number of people increased, it was only obvious that the number of black poles would increase as well...

”Shit! This pole has poison!”

Nangong Wuque was momentarily distracted and smacked in the butt by a single black pole, and his face instantly turned ugly. In the next moment, more black poles struck him, leaving him unable to think straight. At that point, he was already feeling like there was nothing left to love in his life.

Two rotating black poles whistled as they set a straight course toward Bu Fang.

Still holding onto the Eight Treasures Chicken, he watched the accelerating poles with a deep gaze, and a wisp of green smoke curled around his other hand, causing the Black Turtle Constellation Wok to appear.

True energy surged into the Black Turtle Constellation Wok as Bu Fang raised it up high and then swung it down without holding back.

Dong!

The Black Turtle Constellation Wok was incomparably heavy, and with such a terrifying swing, the spinning black poles were sent flying away and landed somewhere in the distance.

Bu Fang did not plan to stop there, however. With one hand holding the chicken and the other holding the heavy wok, he walked forward slowly toward the long pole ahead and swung the Black Turtle Constellation Wok at it.

The enormous black pole cracked as soon as it was struck, emitting a loud ”Ka Cha!” sound.

Up high in the air, the skinny elderly narrowed his eyes and turned his cold gaze toward Bu Fang's location, just in time to look into the eyes of Bu Fang, who had just lifted his head.

Bu Fang said nothing, though. He calmly picked up the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and began to walk slowly into the distance.

”You want to leave?!”