NOVEL NEXT Chapter 39: Defending the Arena
A burst of enthusiastic cheers broke out from the audience.
"Junior Brother Shen Lang, well done!"
"Fight for our Xuantian Sect!"
Shen Lang smiled and waved his hands to his brothers.
After playing ten games, Shen Lang was curious to find that there were suddenly more people in Xuantian Sect, and most of them were disciples from other sects from outside.
Senior Brother explained: "Junior Brother Shen Lang, this is because before the Ten Sects Competition, each sect can visit each other to compete at will. These people come to our sect just to take this opportunity to suppress us. Fortunately, the big Take advantage of the situation.”
After hearing this, Shen Lang's eyes ignited with flames of war, and he said: "Humph, they have a good idea! Senior brother, I will continue to go back to guard the ring and see what they can do to me!"
The senior brother patted Shen Lang on the shoulder and said: "Junior brother, be careful, don't show off."
Shen Lang smiled confidently, turned around and strode towards the ring.
At this time, when the other sect disciples in the audience saw Shen Lang returning, they all whispered to each other, with expressions of fear and dissatisfaction.
Shen Lang stood on the ring and shouted loudly: "Who else wants to challenge?"
No one in the audience answered for a moment, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.
But soon, a burly disciple came out, jumped onto the ring, raised his hands and said, "I'm here to ask for advice!"
Shen Lang nodded slightly and said, "Please!"
The two of them instantly fought together, their sword shadows intertwined and their spiritual energy surging.
This burly disciple was extremely powerful, and every move was powerful and heavy, but Shen Lang relied on his flexible body skills to deal with it skillfully.
After dozens of rounds, Shen Lang saw the right opportunity and stabbed the opponent's flaw with his sword. The burly disciple was defeated.
"Who else?" Shen Lang shouted again.
Another disciple came on stage, but not long after, he was also defeated by Shen Lang.
In this way, Shen Lang won consecutive battles, and the disciples from other sects in the audience began to show fear.
At this time, a disciple who looked like a master slowly walked onto the ring. He looked at Shen Lang with a gloomy look and said, "Boy, don't be too arrogant!"
Shen Lang was not afraid and responded: "Come on if you have the ability!"
A new round of fierce fighting started again.
This master-like disciple was very tricky in his moves. Shen Lang had a hard time dealing with it at first, and he also received several attacks on his body.
But he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and kept observing the flaws in the opponent's moves.
Everyone in the audience watched the battle nervously, and the brothers of Xuantian Sect were even more worried about Shen Lang.
"Junior Brother Shen Lang, come on!"
"You must hold on!"
Shen Lang's eyes became more determined. After a dangerous dodge, he finally found a fatal loophole in the opponent and stabbed out with a sword.
The disciple was shocked and turned pale. He wanted to defend himself but it was too late. He could only watch as Shen Lang's sword pointed at him.
"I surrender!" the disciple shouted.
Shen Lang sheathed his sword, panted slightly, and said, "Promise!"
At this time, there was silence in the audience, and the disciples from other sects who originally wanted to challenge on stage hesitated.
"Who is it? Come on. Didn't you shout very loudly just now?"
"No, no, no... I think it's better to forget it. Shen Lang is too strong. I'm asking for trouble if I go up there."
"What a coward. Weren't you very capable when you were bragging just now?"
"Hmph, if you can do it, come on!"
Everyone was quarreling with each other, and no one dared to take the stage easily.
Shen Lang stood on the stage, scanning the audience, and said loudly: "What? You don't even dare to come up? Where did the momentum go?"
There was still no answer in the audience, and the atmosphere became increasingly awkward.
At this time, the senior brother of Xuantian Sect said: "Everyone, since no one dares to challenge, then my junior brother Shen Lang has successfully defended the challenge today."
Although the disciples from other sects were unwilling to do so, they could only helplessly watch Shen Lang walk off the ring.
Shen Lang had an epiphany during this fight. One sword frost chilled the fourteen states!
The name resounds throughout the ten sects!
"I heard that he shined brilliantly in the Xuantian Sect's competition, defeating many masters in a row!"
"With such accomplishments at such a young age, the future is limitless!"
This shocking news spread quickly, and even the distant Tianshan Sword Sect heard about it.
After the Tianshan Sect Master learned about it, he regretted it greatly.
I think back then, Shen Lang had intended to join the Tianshan Sword Sect, but the Tianshan Sect Master was blind, thinking that Shen Lang's talent was mediocre, and turned him away.
Now that Shen Lang is shining brightly in the Xuantian Sect and his strength has grown by leaps and bounds, the Tianshan Sect Master hates himself for missing such a disciple with unlimited potential.
"It's all because of my short-sightedness that I missed such a talented person!" The Tianshan Sect Leader sighed, with regret on his face.
Among the ten sects, Shen Lang's name has become a hot topic of discussion.
"This Shen Lang is really powerful, the power of that sword is simply shocking!"
"Yeah, I don't know how he practiced, and he was able to achieve such a breakthrough."
Tuoba Moyu listened to the discussions of those disciples and was curious about what Shen Lang had done recently to improve his cultivation so quickly.
After some inquiring, I learned that Shen Lang bravely broke into the Demon Suppression Tower alone, and I couldn't help but marvel at his unique cultivation method.
She was currently at the fifth level of the Xiantian Realm, looking in Shen Lang's direction with a myriad of thoughts in her mind.
She knew that her cultivation level was pretty good among her peers, but Shen Lang's progress was really amazing.
"This Shen Lang actually has such courage and courage to enter the Demon Suppressing Tower to practice alone." Tuoba Moyu murmured to himself.
She began to reflect on whether her own cultivation path was too rigid and lacked Shen Lang's courage to move forward.
"No, I can't fall too far behind." Tuoba Moyu clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind to practice harder.
At this moment, a junior sister next to him said: "Senior sister, this Shen Lang seems to be participating in the Ten Sect Competition. What results do you think he can achieve?"
Tuoba Moyu pondered for a moment and said: "With his current strength and speed of progress, he will definitely shine in the competition."
At this time, Zhu Fude said in a weird voice: "Hmph, Shen Lang bravely broke into the Demon Suppression Tower alone and improved rapidly. I think it was mostly bragging. You must know that when he took the exam, he didn't even look at the headmaster. Come on, how great can it be?"
Tuoba Moyu couldn't help but stand up and speak for Shen Lang. She raised her eyebrows and glared at Zhu Fude and said: "Zhu Fude, you have never seen it with your own eyes, how can you talk so freely! Everyone can see Shen Lang's strength, his efforts and achievements. I won’t allow you to slander me like this.”
Zhu Fude curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Tuoba Moyu, you defend him like this, are you interested in him?"
Tuoba Moyu's face turned red with anger and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense! I'm just talking about the matter. Shen Lang's progress is real. You are so jealous. It's really a villain's behavior."