Joy of Life: Rebirth of the Second Prince, Inviting Emperor Qing to Die

"Your knife is completely broken."

Zhao Meng put away the long sword in his hand, and his aura also dimmed.

"This time, it's time to admit defeat."

"If you continue to fight, it will be disadvantageous to you!"

Zhao Meng said: "I have never been willing to do anything unfair."

At this time, Lin Yu stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and said with a smile: "Why, do you think I have failed?"

Zhao Meng pointed at the weapon in his hand and said, "Your sword is broken. It's meaningless to continue fighting."

"So, just admit defeat."

Lin Yu threw away the hilt of the knife in his hand and said, "It's okay. I have lost my weapon, but I still have my hands."

"In fact, I have another specialty, which is 'Vajra Hand'."

"So, don't worry about whether I have a weapon or not."

Zhao Meng frowned and looked forward with a puzzled look.

As a result, Lin Yu took the initiative again.

He opened his mouth and roared forward.

The sound, like the roar of a wild beast, began to echo in the arena.

When Zhao Meng saw this, his heart sank.

"Lion Roar Kung Fu!"

"You actually know this kind of martial arts?"

When Zhao Meng pondered over it, he thought to himself that something was wrong.

Then, Lin Yu took a sudden step forward.

The ground, which was originally covered with debris, seemed to shake.

He raised his right palm high, and then with a whistling sound, he slapped Zhao Meng's chest like a cannonball.

The power of this palm contains all the strength of his body.

If you get hit, the consequences can be imagined.

However, when Zhao Meng saw the scene in front of him, his eyes instantly became sharp.

He was not in a hurry. He slowly raised his right foot and gently stepped back.

His body was like a nimble shadow, cleverly avoiding Lin Yu's fierce attack.

At the same time, Zhao Meng's right hand quickly swung the long sword, and a cold light flashed, illuminating the entire arena.

"Well done!"

Zhao Meng shouted softly, and immediately spun the long sword in his hand, facing Lin Yu's left palm that was attacking again, and chopped it down fiercely.

With a loud "clang" sound, the knife and palm collided violently, and it actually made a sound of metal collision.

Moreover, the sound made the audience's ears buzz.

This powerful impact caused Lin Yu's arm to tremble slightly and he began to retreat.

Not only that, even Zhao Meng's body was hit by this force and took two steps back.

“Haha.” Zhao Meng laughed, “I didn’t expect that your hands would have such strength.”

"I really underestimated you just now."

However, Lin Yu snorted coldly and remained silent.

However, there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Lin Yu did not expect that this seemingly thin Zhao Meng could burst out with such powerful strength.

He took a few deep breaths, adjusted his breathing, and then launched an attack again.

This time, the palm techniques he used became more rapid and varied.

Sometimes it's a straight chop, sometimes it's a horizontal slash, each move carries a deadly threat.

His figure moved quickly on the arena, creating a strong gust of wind.

It was as if at this moment, it had transformed into a ferocious beast and launched a violent attack on Zhao Meng.

Here, Zhao Meng also showed a solemn look on his face.

From the fight just now, he was well aware of the power of Lin Yu's palm method and did not dare to be careless at all.

Zhao Meng held the long sword tightly in his hand, and his footsteps moved flexibly like flowing water. Moreover, he could shuttle freely in Lin Yu's palm shadow.

His sword skills are mainly fast, and the flashing light of the sword is dazzling.

Every time he was attacked by Lin Yu, he was able to skillfully block or avoid it with his long sword at the critical moment.

"Be careful!"

"Look at my 'Earth-Splitting Palm'!"

Lin Yu suddenly shouted, and his palms turned red in an instant, as if they were burned by fire.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped high, and waved his palms rapidly and alternately in the air.

Then, with overwhelming momentum, he slapped Zhao Meng hard.

Under his palms, the air seemed to be compressed into a solid, making a crackling sound.

Ok? ? ?
Zhao Meng felt the powerful force of this move and his face became extremely serious.

Is this Lin Yu’s killer move?
If he cannot block this move, he will surely be defeated.

Thinking of this, Zhao Meng gritted his teeth and gathered all his internal strength into the long sword in his hand.

There was a determined light flashing in his eyes, and he shouted:
"Then try my 'Qingfeng Poyue Sword'!"

As Zhao Meng's shout fell.

The long sword in his hand immediately emitted an extremely dazzling white light.

Then, Zhao Meng raised his long sword high up, and then swung it down violently.
A huge white blade energy whizzed towards Lin Yu's palms.

"boom!"

There was an earth-shattering bang.

Two powerful forces collided violently in mid-air, and the resulting air waves began to spread wildly in all directions like a gale.

The crowd watching on the stage were all struck by this aura and began to retreat one after another.

Some people even had a look of shock on their faces.

Under the impact of this powerful air wave, the ground above the arena was torn into deep cracks.

For a moment, dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun.

After a long time, the dust gradually dissipated.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the stage again.

Lin Yu was seen kneeling on one knee, supporting the ground with his hands, breathing heavily.

His face was full of reluctance and shock.

Lin Yu never thought that the powerful "Earth-Splitting Palm" he practiced would be blocked by Zhao Meng.

And Zhao Meng was not much better.

The clothes he was wearing had become tattered.

There were also several wounds caused by the palm wind, and blood was slowly flowing out.

His breathing was also very rapid, and the long sword in his hand was trembling slightly.

Zhao Meng raised his head and looked at Lin Yu, and said slowly: "I admire you. The move you just made is indeed rare in my life."

"I didn't expect that a mere set of palm techniques could unleash such powerful force."

However, Lin Yu slowly stood up and said, "You are not bad either."

"I also didn't expect that your sword skills just now would burst out with such powerful force."

"But I've already given up."

At this point, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Now not only has his weapon been lost, but his body has also been seriously injured. Even if he continues to fight, he will surely lose.

Zhao Meng felt relieved when he saw the other party admit defeat.

Because, even if Lin Yu didn't admit defeat, he wouldn't fight anymore.

"In that case, I would like to thank Brother Lin for his kindness."

At this time, the person in charge of the conference said directly: "The fourth game is over."

"After half an incense stick of time, the fifth match officially begins!" (End of this chapter)