Conceited Immortal On Campus

Losing the first battle was a huge blow to China.    

The history of the Martial Path in China was five thousand years old, and the people who practiced the Martial Path were extremely strict.    

In China, they had always looked down on the world with their martial arts, but now, even the people of the tribes could exchange their lives for the two young inner strength experts of China.    

This battle not only caused China's morale to drop, but also made some young warriors feel cold in their hearts. They were proud and polished.    

"The second battle, Thunder Rumbling Temple, Yuan Mu!"    

In the audience, there was a man sitting alone. His face was ancient, and his eyes were blind.    

He was wearing a red sackcloth monk robe, and his eyebrows were knitted together like a single word.    

When he heard Lin Minghee's voice, he groped his way down from the audience seats.    

When the people of the hundred countries across the sea saw this scene, one of them couldn't help but laugh.    

"Is there no one in China? Even blind people are going to be sent to participate in the World Competition!?"    

"The Sixth Mountain. I always thought that China had a vast land and had a long heritage. Now it seems that it is only so-so."    

"Interesting. In terms of Buddhism, China is just a branch."    

He won the battle. The overseas countries had some hesitation in their hearts, but now they were much more confident.    

Many people had already started to mock and ridicule China. They felt that as the rumors said, China had declined.    

Many of them were experts, so how could they not hear even the smallest sound?    

Some of the experts from China looked even gloomier.    

"Who is Yuan Mu? I've never heard of him before."    

"Thunder Temple. Rumours have it that it is an ancient temple in the west. During the chaos of the hundred countries, most of the experts of Thunder Temple died in battle. They were never able to recover."    

"Yuan Mu, can he defeat the overseas experts?"    

There were also voices of doubt in China. Yuan Mu, who was groping his way out of the audience, seemed to have not heard anything.    

Before Yuan Mu could walk into the ring, One of the men from the overseas camp walked slowly toward them.    

It was a man with a heavy sword in his hand. He looked heroic as he looked at Yuan Mu.    

"What kind of opponent do you think you will be? You are already blind. Why do you want to lose your life?"    

The handsome man laughed. His eyes were filled with disdain, as if he didn't put Yuan Mu in his eyes.    

When Yuan Mu heard this, he put his palms together. "If your body is damaged, why do you want to stay alive?"    

His words made the man laugh out loud. "You know your own limitations."    

As the two of them spoke, Lei Yulan's face was full of worry on the arena.    

Chen Yi smiled faintly, "Thunder Rumbling Temple, interesting!"    

He looked at Yuan Mu. Yuan Mu appeared lifeless on the surface, but Chen Yi could clearly feel the pure Buddha power in his body.    

Finally, there was something that he could barely see.    

At this moment, the valiant-looking man holding the heavy sword shouted.    

He was clad in heavy armor. A faint golden glow actually appeared on his armor.    

With a single step, he leaped into the air, his heavy armor weighing several hundred kilograms. He held the heavy sword with both hands, as if he was about to split open a mountain and shatter a mountain.    

With the power of this sword, not to mention a human, even metal would be twisted by it.    

Just as this sword was about to reach Yuan Mu's forehead, Yuan Mu really seemed to be unable to see anything.    

In China, many people couldn't help but feel shocked.    

This is bad!    

Under everyone's gaze, Yuan Mu suddenly moved. He took a step to his left. His speed was extremely fast. The heavy sword slashed down close to his body.    

The sackcloth monk robe was in a rage. The sword seemed to be embedded in the ground, and the soil was cut apart.    

Before the handsome man with the heavy sword could change his expression, Yuan Mu's palm had already landed on the man's jaw.    

The man's expression changed. He shouted and slashed at Yuan Mu's arm.    

Bang!    

Everyone heard a muffled sound. Yuan Mu jumped up and the dirt flew. He suddenly exerted his strength with his other hand.    

With the sound of bones cracking, the handsome man's body was half a foot away from the ground. Then, he collapsed to the ground.    

Blood flowed out of the man's seven apertures as he heavily knelt on the ground. He did not have any life left.    

However, Yuan Mu slowly retracted his palm. He pressed his palms together and muttered, "Amitabha. Buddha does not have a country, but people have power."    

"I'm sorry, benefactor!"    

There was a trace of guilt on his face. However, this clean and clean victory made many people in China cry out in surprise.    

This was the first victory, even though it was only the second battle, one of the three rounds.    

The faces of some people from the overseas countries were extremely ugly.    

In the crown of the Emperor, the tall and sturdy figure slowly said, "Ah La!"    

In the Hundred Nations, a thin man slowly walked into the Dao arena.    

It was as if there was no sound under his feet.    

He didn't even make a sound after entering the arena. He only slowly approached Yuan Mu.    

If Yuan Mu hadn't seen this man, he would have done the same thing. Just as this skinny man arrived in front of Yuan Mu.    

The man's mouth moved slightly, and a sharp aura shot towards Yuan Mu's face.    

Yuan Mu seemed to have sensed something. He tilted his head slightly and avoided the sharp Qi. There was a dark red poisonous needle in the sharp Qi.    

The opponent smiled and threw a punch at Yuan Mu's head.    

This punch was completely unorganized. Yuan Mu frowned and raised his hand to block it.    

Bang!    

It was as if a huge rock had collided with a dull sound. Yuan Mu's body took a few steps back.    

Before he could react, his opponent's fists had already smashed down like a storm.    

Although this man was thin, each of his punches was powerful. Not only that, his opponent seemed to have been through hundreds of battles. He did not even give Yuan Mu a chance to catch his breath.    

No one knew how many punches he had thrown. Suddenly, the man's breathing became chaotic, as if he was breathing.    

Yuan Mu's ears moved. His hands turned into claws and clawed at the man's throat.    

A smile appeared on Ah La's face. Unfortunately, Yuan Mu couldn't see it.    

Just as Yuan Mu's hands were about to land on Ah La's throat, Ah La's hand seemed to have merged with the air and silently landed on Yuan Mu's throat.    

When the tip of his finger landed on Yuan Mu's throat, Yuan Mu seemed to have just reacted.    

In the next instant, a thunderous sound rang out from Yuan Mu's mouth.    

"Ah!"    

Ah La was stunned, but Yuan Mu suddenly retreated.    

Yuan Mu's eyes were empty, but his brows were tightly knitted. Blood was slowly flowing out of his throat.    

Ah La came back to his senses. His expression was somewhat gloomy.    

"Interesting!"    

He suddenly jumped and attacked Yuan Mu again.    

Every attack was aimed at Yuan Mu's throat and wound.    

Yuan Mu tried to block it, but as his blood boiled, more and more blood flowed out of Yuan Mu's throat.    

Even if he had a way to stop the bleeding, this was a great battle. If his acupoints were not working, and his blood energy was not flowing smoothly, he would die even faster.    

Many people also saw Ah La's goal, so they did not angrily shout, "Can you be any more shameless?"    

This was a certain sect's younger generation. When they saw this scene, they were extremely indignant.    

However, just as his angry roar sounded, his sect's elder slapped this person's head.    

"Don't embarrass yourself!" The old man with half white hair said coldly. "This is how it is in a life-and-death battle. Do you really think that all the enemies will be as merciful as you?"    

"Fortunately, you did not enter the arena. Otherwise, you would have died just as quickly!"    

The young man covered the back of his head. He looked at the old man and was a little unconvinced, "Even if it is a life and death battle, you should still talk about some morals, right?"    

"So despicable. So what if we win?"    

The elder didn't say anything, or perhaps it should be said that he was too lazy to pay attention to his own younger generation.    

His eyes were still on the arena. Yuan Mu was constantly at a disadvantage.    

His opponent's aura was extremely long. His face was full of hundreds of punches, but he did not reveal any flaws.    

On the other hand, Yuan Mu had already received quite a number of punches. It seemed like his defeat had been decided.    

Right at this moment, Yuan Mu suddenly shouted.    

"Ah!"    

His voice was like thunder, causing Ah La's body to stiffen. However, there was a mocking expression on his face.    

Yuan Mu stretched out his hands once again and attacked Ah La's vitals.    

In Ah La's eyes, killing intent suddenly surged. He dodged Yuan Mu, and his hands were like blades as they slashed towards Yuan Mu's throat once again.    

"It's over!"    

In China, many people had already closed their eyes.    

AraMing knew that Yuan Mu was blind. That was why he had used this method to show his disdain and mockery.    

However, at this moment, another change occurred. Yuan Mu spat out another word.    

His hands had already been placed in front of him at some point in time, forming the 'Lin' seal.    

"Lin!"    

His voice was like thunder, his body was like a boulder, and he stood firm and unmoving. Moreover, there was even a trace of copper on the surface of his body.    

Ah La's hands were like blades. They slashed at Yuan Mu's throat, but it was as if they were cutting through steel.    

With a weng sound, Yuan Mu suddenly tied Ah La's hands with his chin.    

His fist seemed to have the power of a Duke of Light as it swept across Ah La's temple.    

Bang!    

In an instant, Ah La's entire head seemed as if it was about to explode. Blood mixed with some filth gushed out from his seven apertures.    

Ah La's body was limp on the ground. His hands were trapped by Yuan Mu's jaw, and he fell to his knees.    

Yuan Mu slowly raised his head and sighed.    

"The same method, how could this little monk be stupid?"    

"Almsgiver, walk well!"    

He softly muttered and looked towards the hundred countries overseas.    

In the second battle, one person won two rounds in a row.    

This time, it was the Hundred Nations overseas' turn to have an ugly expression.    

In the Palace of Dazheng, Dazheng Deity laughed.    

Beside him, a person who was almost two meters tall and looked like a mountain of meat slowly stood up.    

He suddenly jumped up and landed on the ground like a mountain, making a dull sound.    

"Japan, Dazheng Palace, Nara Righteous Village!"    

This person was like a Maitreya Buddha, smiling as he introduced himself.