Gao Wu: My Dragon Valley System

Chapter 172 What nonsense are you talking about?
"You're not going to act anymore?"

Zhang Junmo's eyes flickered slightly.

On the other side, Gao Shengzhong exclaimed when he saw this scene.

"Fuck!"

"It's actually him!"

He recognized it too.

you do not say!

I was almost killed by that judge, so of course I recognized him.

The other party was shouting, "I'll find you guilty," while at the same time he was making such a big, long, black and thick penis.

No matter how slow he was, he understood it.

"how?"

At this time, Zhang Haoting, who was next to Gao Shengzhong, asked.

Gao Shengzhong said in a gloomy voice: "This Song Wenyuan is the mysterious man that Jun Mo and I met before. Jun Mo said he was a judge. That man is very similar to Song Wenyuan in terms of his figure, temperament and martial arts skills. Especially the martial arts he is performing now, the pen he released is exactly the judge's pen that the judge held that night!"

"He almost killed me that night!"

"No, I have to find Instructor Lin."

As he said this, Gao Shengzhong was about to leave the audience, but was stopped by Zhang Haoting.

"It's no use even if you say it. There's no evidence."

Zhang Haoting's expression was slightly solemn.

He was somewhat horrified in his heart.

This Song Wenyuan is actually from the underworld?
"What do you mean? Pretend you didn't see it?"

"That's not it."

Zhang Haoting shook his head, looked at Zhang Junmo on the field, and thought for a moment.

Then he said, "This matter is not that simple. Let's talk about it after this competition is over!"

"Jun Mo is even stronger than I thought! Perhaps, he can defeat Song Wenyuan."

Hearing this, Gao Shengzhong also looked towards the martial arts arena.

After a moment, he sighed helplessly and sat down again.

"Fine!"

……

In the martial arts arena, above Song Wenyuan's head, a terrifying black aura was emanating.

The judge's pen was about ten feet long and as black as ink.

Zhang Junmo had a solemn expression. He felt an extremely strong sense of crisis and a thick breath of death enveloped him.

He could tell that this was some kind of profound level technique.

However, the opponent possesses the power of will, and with his ninth-level cultivation in the Spirit Refining Realm, the power he unleashes is such that even Su Shang may not be able to withstand it!
With the help of the power of will, Song Wenyuan is almost qualified to face a Jindan realm expert head-on.

Even if Su Shang used the Suzaku sword technique, the outcome was still unclear.

He did not move randomly, because under the locked aura, if he moved randomly, he would easily expose his flaws.

Zhang Junmo is well aware of the gap between himself and his opponent.

The reason why he can fight with Song Wenyuan to this extent, in addition to his powerful skills, is also due to his growth in the competition.

people!

After experiencing setbacks, you can either give up or grow.

Zhang Junmo obviously belongs to the latter.

After experiencing the crisis that night, Zhang Junmo was eager to find ways to make himself stronger beyond just his skills.

When he truly displayed his talent in kendo and had an unexpected epiphany, his kendo level grew at a rocket-like rate!
Zhang Junmo slowly squatted down and lowered his center of gravity.

He held the phantom sword firmly in both hands and raised it high behind him.

It seemed as if the ground beneath my feet was vibrating, as if a powerful force was constantly gathering.

On the slender sword, strange red runes were flashing continuously.

"go to hell!"

Finally, the power of the judge's pen reached its peak.

As Song Wenyuan roared hoarsely, the Judge's Pen flew towards Zhang Junmo.

Carrying with it an extremely powerful sense of oppression and breath of death, he stabbed forward!

Even though it was just a holographic projection, the audience present were horrified when they saw this scene.

Is this really a fight between students?
Some spectators had watched several competitions, and never had any students displayed such terrifying strength.

The fourth or fifth level of the Spirit Refining Realm is already the highest you can get, right?

Zhang Junmo stared at the Judge's Pen that was getting bigger and bigger in his sight!
The black aura representing death swept over, and a flash of light suddenly appeared on the phantom sword in Zhang Junmo's hand.

Charging completed!

Skill, Wind Breaking Attack!
Skill level 3, attack power, 3054%!

The next moment, the phantom sword swung forward fiercely.

There is no sword energy.

It was a real collision between the phantom sword and the judge's pen!
clang!
The terrifying force vented out from the point where the two collided, and the floor under Zhang Junmo's feet was cracking, shattering, and turning into powder!
The shock waves generated by the collisions continued to spread along the soles of his feet.

On the phantom sword, the red runes flashed wildly.

Zhang Junmo's arm muscles were tense, constantly resisting the huge force coming from above his head.

"What a joke!"

"This is impossible!"

Song Wenyuan was extremely shocked.

The improvement brought by his own willpower is about 2.5 times, coupled with his realm and combat power that is nearly twice that of Zhang Junmo, when he uses this mysterious level technique, the explosive power is at least thirty times that of Zhang Junmo!
Thirty times!
What a huge gap is that?
What kind of ability does Zhang Junmo possess to be able to withstand such power?
Song Wenyuan's eyes turned red.

Zhang Junmo must have some secrets that others can hardly imagine!
After this competition, he will find a way to get it no matter what!
But before that, he has to win the championship!

"No matter what means you use, you can't defeat me!"

The aura of Song Wenyuan seemed to become stronger, and the power of the Judge's Pen increased slightly.

Zhang Junmo's face changed and the pressure on his head became even greater.

click!
Kaka!

Some crisp sounds gradually came from his body.

That's the sound made when bones are under tremendous pressure.

Zhang Junmo clenched his teeth.

Since he started practicing, Zhang Junmo has never stopped practicing the Body Refining Boxing.

Although the Body Refining Fist could hardly bring him an improvement in realm due to the limitations of his practice, his body became tougher and stronger through repeated tempering!
"Better than you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

A hint of scorn gradually appeared on Zhang Junmo's face.

"What I want to do is not to defeat you, but to trample you under my feet!"

With a roar, an even more powerful force surged out of Zhang Junmo's body.

Everything in this spiritual space is so real.

All of his true self can be presented here completely.

Even at such a critical moment, Zhang Junmo still felt incredible.

Bang!
Finally, with the two of them continuously injecting strength.

The judge's pen suddenly exploded and turned into a black mist.

"Won!"

Gao Shengzhong, who was watching the game, was overjoyed.

In the audience, countless audience members who supported Zhang Junmo also cheered.

Because in this terrible collision, Zhang Junmo broke the opponent's attack!
However, just when everyone was cheering!
Zhang Haoting, who was standing next to Gao Shengzhong, narrowed his eyes slightly and exclaimed, "It's not over yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of Zhang Junmo in the thick black air on the martial arts field, moving back and forth like a ghost!

Boom!
A palm hit Zhang Junmo's chest hard.

puff!
Zhang Junmo flew backwards instantly and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood turned into red spots of light and dissipated in mid-air.

But he looked at Song Wenyuan who was rushing towards him again with a somewhat pale face!
(End of this chapter)