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Meng Hao held the Heavenly Axe, its golden light reined in, yet the malevolent aura that seemed to have crawled out of hell remained, pressing down on him like a heavy weight. He had just been appointed as the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect by Bai Yunzi, taking on the role of acting sect leader. This news had exploded in the great hall like thunder, and before the disciples could recover from their shock, a deafening roar echoed from the direction of the mountain gate.
The sound grew closer, as if the entire Kongtong Mountain was trembling.
“Not good! It’s the Iron Hammer Sect!” a disciple cried out in fear.
Bai Yunzi's expression changed, his eyes instantly becoming serious.
He disregarded Li Muqing's fate and turned sharply, shouting, “All disciples of the sect, heed my command! Follow me to face the enemy!” His voice rang out like a great bell, instantly spreading throughout Kongtong.
Meng Hao did not hesitate for a moment. Gripping the Heavenly Axe tightly, golden light enveloped him once more, and a cold battle intent flickered in his eyes.
He knew that the real test had come.
At midnight, on the Arena at Kongtong Mountain’s gate, blood mist filled the air and flames of war raged.
The assault from the Iron Hammer Sect swept in like a storm, led by none other than the imposing figure of the Steel King.
He wielded two massive iron hammers, each swing carrying the force to split mountains and shatter stones. The blue stone slabs of the Arena crumbled beneath his feet like tofu, and the rapid strikes caused heavy losses among the Kongtong disciples.
“Come out and die, you rodents of Kongtong Sect!” roared the Steel King, his voice shaking the night sky. His hammers stirred up fierce winds, obliterating several Kongtong disciples who failed to dodge in time into blood mist.
Bai Yunzi’s hair stood on end, fury blazing in his eyes.
Though he was advanced in years, his aura remained undiminished. With a single step forward, he moved like lightning and instantly stood before the Steel King.
“Steel King, how dare you invade Kongtong! Today will be your last!” Bai Yunzi shouted fiercely. The Seven Injuries Fist flowed from his heart as he drew upon his seasoned reflexes to channel his internal energy. He unleashed a punch that instantly locked onto every movement of the Steel King with an invisible force.
“Seven Injuries Fist? You old fool, do you really think you can stop me with that pathetic punch?” The Steel King laughed wildly, swinging both hammers with immense force, striking fiercely at Bai Yunzi.
The two instantly became entangled in battle, each clash producing deafening sounds that echoed through the arena, sending shockwaves that knocked the surrounding disciples off balance.
Bai Yunzi countered the brute strength with finesse, the Seven Injuries Fist unpredictable in its flow—sometimes crashing like waves against the shore, other times falling like a gentle rain—skillfully deflecting the Steel King's violent assaults while searching for opportunities to strike back.
On the other side, a tall and sturdy figure stood like an iron tower in the center of the Arena; it was Ju Mu of the Iron Hammer Sect.
His rugged gaze was fixed firmly on Meng Hao, his eyes gleaming with a fervent desire for power.
“You are Meng Hao? The owner of the Heavenly Axe?” Ju Mu's voice was deep and coarse, like sandpaper. “Hand over the Divine Weapon, and I will spare your life!” He stepped forward forcefully, causing the Arena to tremble beneath him.
Meng Hao let out a cold laugh, lightly rotating the Heavenly Axe in his hand. Golden light swirled around him, illuminating his resolute face.
“You want the Heavenly Axe? That depends on whether you have what it takes!” Meng Hao's eyes burned with fighting spirit; he could feel the violent power within Ju Mu but showed no sign of retreat.
“Seeking death!” Ju Mu roared, his massive iron fist carrying overwhelming force and slicing through the air like a fierce wind as it struck towards Meng Hao.
That punch seemed capable of shattering the very air itself, imbued with an unstoppable dominance.
Instead of retreating, Meng Hao charged forward, fury blazing in his eyes.
He unleashed his Golden Arm, its brilliance intensifying as it enveloped his arms like two golden Qilin Arms forged from pure gold.
With a powerful punch, he met Ju Mu head-on, employing no flashy moves but opting for the most direct confrontation!
“Boom!” A thunderous explosion resounded as two formidable forces collided violently in midair. The shockwave surged outward like a tsunami, causing nearby disciples to spit blood and be thrown backward.
Meng Hao felt a tremendous force surge towards him, causing the stone slabs beneath his feet to crack. However, his Golden Arm displayed astonishing defense, effectively neutralizing Ju Mu's relentless attacks.
He sensed a wave of power flowing into his body; it was the Golden Arm absorbing Ju Mu's strikes and converting them into its own energy.
"This... how is this possible?" A flicker of disbelief crossed Ju Mu's eyes. He had not anticipated that Meng Hao could withstand his punch, appearing completely unscathed!
Without giving Ju Mu a chance to react, Meng Hao exerted his strength. The golden light on the Golden Arm surged dramatically, transforming the absorbed energy into an even stronger counterattack, forcefully pushing towards Ju Mu.
Caught off guard, Ju Mu was knocked back several steps by the recoil, his towering figure swaying slightly as a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.
In the arena, Meng Hao and Ju Mu engaged in a fierce battle of equals.
Ju Mu's fists were like hammers, each strike carrying devastating power, aiming to reduce Meng Hao to nothing but pulp.
Meng Hao relied on the formidable defense and rebound capability of the Golden Arm to deftly deflect Ju Mu's onslaught while searching for an opportunity to counterattack.
Each collision between them produced a thunderous sound, bloody and intense. The spectators held their breath, fearing they might miss any detail.
Sun Ruoshui anxiously watched Meng Hao in the arena, her alluring figure trembling slightly with worry.
She clenched her clothes tightly, wishing she could rush in to help Meng Hao, but knowing her own limitations, she could only silently pray for him.
Hu Meng remained much calmer. Carrying a medical kit with her, she was ready to treat any injured disciples at a moment's notice, her gaze fixed intently on the battle unfolding in the arena.
Suddenly, a cruel glint flashed in Ju Mu's eyes. He swiftly pulled out several glossy black Deadly Hidden Weapons from his pocket. With a glint of cold light, they shot towards Meng Hao's vital points!
These hidden weapons moved at incredible speed and carried a foul stench, clearly laced with deadly poison.
A chill ran through Meng Hao's heart as he sensed the deadly threat contained within the hidden weapons.
Struggling against the odds, he suddenly leaned back, trying to evade the incoming projectiles.
However, the hidden weapons pursued him relentlessly, moving with a speed that left him no time to react.
In that critical moment, the sensing ability of the Mountain Splitter Shield within him reached its peak, and he instinctively activated the **Mountain Splitter Shield**!
With a soft hum, a layer of faint golden light enveloped Meng Hao completely, protecting him securely within its embrace.
The Deadly Hidden Weapons struck against the shield with a series of faint clinks before being repelled by its powerful defense, falling helplessly to the ground.
Meng Hao's eyes flew open, a glimmer of surprise flashing within them.
At a crucial moment, the Mountain Splitter Shield had saved his life!
Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped forward decisively. The Golden Arm shone brilliantly as he threw a punch aimed at Ju Mu's face!
Ju Mu was taken aback; he hadn't expected Meng Hao to block his Deadly Hidden Weapons and counterattack so swiftly.
With no time to dodge, he could only raise his arms to defend himself.
"Bang!" A dull thud echoed as Ju Mu was sent flying by Meng Hao's punch, crashing heavily against the edge of the Arena. Blood spurted from his mouth, and pain etched itself across his face.
At that moment, Bai Yunzi found himself in crisis as well.
The Steel King was undeniably powerful, and his frenzied assault gradually overwhelmed Bai Yunzi.
"Old fool, take this!" The Steel King roared, swinging both hammers down hard onto Bai Yunzi's chest.
"Poof!" Bai Yunzi spat out blood, his body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, his face turning pale in an instant.
"Master!" Meng Hao's heart raced with urgency; he knew that Bai Yunzi was fighting desperately to protect the Kongtong Sect.
Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed toward Bai Yunzi like lightning.
"Steel King, you won't get away with this!" Meng Hao shouted angrily, the Heavenly Axe slicing through the air with a fierce wind as it swung toward the Steel King.
Seeing Meng Hao charging at him, a flicker of disdain crossed the Steel King's eyes.
"A mere brat dares to block me?" He swung his hammer, attempting to send Meng Hao flying as well.
At that moment, a white figure appeared behind the Steel King like a flash of lightning—it was Li Muqing!
Though he had been severely injured by Meng Hao earlier, he had not completely lost his fighting spirit.
Now, madness gleamed in his eyes as he brandished a glimmering short sword that had appeared in his hand, aiming directly for the Steel King's back!
"Die!" Li Muqing let out a hoarse roar, knowing this was his only chance. If he could severely wound the Steel King, perhaps he could redeem himself.
The Steel King sensed the threat behind him; he hadn't expected Li Muqing to still be able to strike back.
He spun around violently, swinging his hammer in an attempt to block.
However, Meng Hao's Heavenly Axe was already upon him, forcing him to divide his attention to defend himself.
With a resounding clang, the Heavenly Axe collided violently with the Steel King's hammer, producing a piercing sound of metal grinding against metal.
At the same time, Li Muqing's short sword plunged fiercely into the Steel King's back.
Although the Steel King was physically formidable, the short sword managed to pierce his skin, a trickle of blood instantly soaking through his clothing.
"You bastard!" the Steel King roared, astonished that he had been forced back by two young individuals working together.
He realized he could no longer afford to linger in battle; otherwise, he might find himself in even greater trouble.
With a swift motion, he signaled to his disciples from the Iron Hammer Sect, who promptly began to retreat.
"Meng Hao, when we meet again, I will take your life!" the Steel King declared ominously before retreating with his disciples like a receding tide.
Meng Hao watched the Steel King's departing figure with a cold gaze.
He understood that this was only the beginning.
Turning around, he looked at Bai Yunzi and Li Muqing lying on the ground, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
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