Master of Martial Arts, please enjoy a drunken revelry in the martial world.

Chapter 139 Technique Pressure

"What a sharp-tongued brat!"

Master Miejue was furious, but she couldn't directly take action.

Firstly, she is an elder, and secondly, this is the Beggars' Sect's territory; if she were to make a move, it would be disrespectful to the Beggars' Sect.

Therefore, Abbess Miejue could only turn to Qiao Feng and Huang Rong and let them make a decision.

Upon seeing this, both Qiao Feng and Huang Rong frowned slightly, exchanged a glance, and then made their decision.

Although the Yihua Palace has a bad reputation, it is not considered to be part of the demonic path, and most people in the martial arts world hold it in awe.

At this Junshan Gathering, the Beggars' Sect naturally couldn't refuse them entry; it wouldn't sound good if word got out.

So Qiao Feng stepped forward and said, "Our Beggars' Sect's Junshan Assembly truly welcomes all sects in the martial arts world to participate, including the Yihua Palace."

Since Mr. Hua is interested, he can naturally participate as well.

However, this contest is to be stopped short of a draw. Does Young Master Hua understand?

Hua Wuque nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Of course I understand."

Abbess Miejue looked at Zhou Zhiruo and shouted, "Since that's the case, Zhiruo, knock this person off the stage!"

"Yes, Master."

Zhou Zhiruo responded softly, then drew her long sword.

"Young Master Hua, please enlighten me."

Hua Wuque nodded slightly, gently waving his folding fan, appearing completely calm and composed.

Zhou Zhiruo immediately thrust out her longsword, perfectly executing the Nine Golden Peak Techniques.

These days she has broken through to the Innate Realm, and her swordsmanship is now flowing smoothly and incredibly powerful, far surpassing her power during the Thousand Sorrows period.

But she was facing Hua Wuque.

The top genius carefully nurtured by the two palace masters of Yihua Palace for twenty years.

Let alone her, even if Abbess Miejue herself came down, she might not be a match for her.

Therefore, this sword technique posed no threat whatsoever in Hua Wuque's eyes.

However, Hua Wuque did not defeat Zhou Zhiruo directly, but instead dodged and let her use up all of the Golden Summit Nine Forms.

"The Nine Forms of the Golden Summit are quite powerful. But compared to my Yihua Palace, they are still far inferior."

Hua Wuque spoke softly, then swept his folding fan, knocking away the longsword Zhou Zhiruo thrust at him.

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, feeling a numbness in her hand.

The next moment, Hua Wuque's open folding fan landed on her throat.

"Thank you for your concession."

His clean and efficient skills amazed everyone.

"Late-stage Grandmaster! What an amazing young man! To have such astonishing strength at such a young age!"

Guo Jing couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The experts present were all shocked by Hua Wuque's strength.

Because none of them had such strength at Hua Wuque's age.

Many people still don't have that ability, such as Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun clenched his fist slightly, his gaze toward Hua Wuque was very complicated.

The geniuses in this martial arts world are truly as numerous as carp crossing a river, emerging one after another.

It's one thing for Gu Qianbei to be able to kill Yu Canghai, but now there's another successor of the Yihua Palace who is younger and stronger than Gu Qianbei.

"Truly worthy of being a descendant of the Yihua Palace."

Yue Buqun sighed.

The reputation of the Yihua Palace in the martial arts world is even higher than that of the Sun Moon Sect, and Yue Buqun has no choice but to accept it.

At the same time, Yue Buqun looked at Linghu Chong standing to the side.

If we're talking about geniuses, Mount Hua has its share.

However, Linghu Chong was not steady enough and could not shoulder great responsibilities, which gave him a great headache.

Abbess Miejue's expression changed; she had never expected Hua Wuque to be so powerful.

Even for her, without the Heaven-Slaying Sword, it would probably be quite difficult to fight.

"Master, I'm sorry, I lost."

Zhou Zhiruo returned to the stands, looking guilty.

This time, Abbess Miejue did not blame her.

"It's not your fault. This kid is too strong. Among the younger generation, I'm afraid no one can match him."

Zhou Zhiruo only felt that Hua Wuque was incredibly powerful, but she couldn't discern his specific cultivation level. Upon hearing Abbess Miejue's words, she couldn't help but feel a bit curious.

The number one among the younger generation?

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but look at Gu Qianbei, who was not far away.

I wonder if Gu Qianbei can now surpass Hua Wuque.

"Who else wants to challenge me?"

Hua Wuque's gaze swept over the crowd, and none of the young disciples dared to meet his eyes.

However, there was one person who wasn't afraid.

"I'll do it!"

Song Qingshu shouted and used the Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap to land gracefully on the arena.

"This child..."

Song Yuanqiao shook his head helplessly, not expecting that Song Qingshu would go down without telling him.

Isn't this just sending yourself to your death?

"Junior Sister Zhou, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

Song Qingshu shouted loudly at Zhou Zhiruo. Zhou Zhiruo was speechless, but her expression remained gentle.

"I'm afraid even Senior Brother Song can't beat me, how could he possibly be a match for Hua Wuque?"

Zhou Zhiruo knew that Song Qingshu usually went easy on her when sparring, but wasn't she doing the same?

In reality, if the two were to actually fight, Song Qingshu would be no match for Zhou Zhiruo.

The most important reason why Zhou Zhiruo was valued so highly by Abbess Miejue was her extraordinary talent, which gave her the potential to become a Grandmaster-level powerhouse in the future.

Song Qingshu was able to become the head disciple of the third generation solely because his father was Song Yuanqiao.

There is a huge difference between the two.

"You surnamed Hua, let me show you the sword techniques of Wudang!"

Song Qingshu pointed his sword at Hua Wuque, looking menacing, but Hua Wuque remained completely calm.

"Brother Song, please!"

Song Qingshu didn't hold back either, immediately unleashing the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen, each sword faster than the last, all aimed at Hua Wuque's Shenmen acupoint.

Song Qingshu, who also broke through to the Innate Realm, was not weak, but compared to Hua Wuque, he was still far inferior.

Hua Wuque dodged left and right with ease, avoiding all the sword strikes.

As Song Qingshu fought, he became increasingly alarmed, feeling as if Hua Wuque was an insurmountable mountain, leaving him with no hope of victory.

call out!

Song Qingshu channeled all his inner strength and thrust his sword toward Hua Wuque's face.

But then Hua Wuque moved his folding fan, causing his sword to pass through the fan ribs.

He then channeled his inner strength, and the folding fan spun violently, causing the longsword to spin as well.

Song Qingshu felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, and his right hand, which was holding the sword, instantly lost control of the hilt.

boom!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Hua Wuque kicked Song Qingshu in the chest, sending him flying.

"You're too kind!"

Hua Wuque remained indifferent as he spoke.

Its formidable strength was once again demonstrated to everyone.

Song Qingshu clutched his chest, unwilling to accept defeat, but he had lost, and could only slink back to Song Yuanqiao's side, not even daring to look at Zhou Zhiruo.

Having defeated two core disciples from Wudang and Emei in succession, no one dared to step onto the stage for a time.

Hua Wuque was not in a hurry. He gently waved his folding fan, waiting for the next challenger or for Qiao Feng to announce the final result.

"Master, this young master is amazing."

Sister Zhou and that Song Qingshu are no match for him at all.

Yang Guo asked in surprise.

"The difference in their skill levels is too great. It's normal that the two of them can't beat each other."

Gu Qianbei said in a low voice.

"Master, what about you?"

Yang Guo asked curiously.

"Me? Hard to say."

Gu Qianbei looked at Hua Wuque, his eyes filled with a hint of fighting spirit.

Huang Rong, standing beside him, frowned and looked at Qiao Feng.

"Chief Qiao, if Hua Wuque wins the Green Bamboo Token, then the Beggars' Clan will inevitably have to deal with the Yihua Palace in the future."

This is not a good thing.

The Beggars' Sect has always prided itself on chivalry. If it were to get entangled with the controversial Yihua Palace, it would not sound good to outsiders.

Qiao Feng was also aware of the implications, and a troubled expression appeared on his face.

But right now, I really can't think of anyone who can surpass Hua Wuque.

He was the leader of the Beggars' Sect and was over thirty years old, so he was simply unable to participate in a match with Hua Wuque.

"I'll do it."

Suddenly, Gu Qianbei stood up and said softly.

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