The Legend of the God of Cangyuantu

Chapter 11 First Battle with Wu Qi
"I understand!"

"Meng Zhao...Senior Brother..."

A glimmer of light appeared again in Wan Mang's originally dejected eyes. He crossed his hands, nodded at Meng Zhao, and then walked down from the martial arts stage.

"It's over, time to go back."

The battle was over, Meng Zhao withdrew his true energy and was about to walk off the stage.

Suddenly, a dark purple figure rushed up.

"Why are you still here?"

The dark purple light disappeared, revealing the figure inside. The person who made the move was none other than the current senior brother of Jinghu Taoist Academy, Mei Yuanzhi's number one fan, a mid-stage Transcendence Realm expert, and "Wu Qi", who had mastered the basic posture of Dark Cloud.

"Brother Wu Qi, what are you doing..."

Meng Zhao asked.

Wu Qi suddenly emitted an aura, and his muscular fists glowed dark purple. He looked at Meng Zhao with a face full of fighting spirit. He stared at Meng Zhao and said slowly, "Senior Brother Mei once said that after him, you are the second person in our Jinghu Taoist Academy to comprehend a secret technique. I have always scoffed at this. I have always believed that I am the second person to comprehend a secret technique after Senior Brother Mei."

"But after years of hard training, I have never been able to comprehend the threshold of the secret technique. Today, since you have comprehended the secret technique after fighting with Wan Mang, let me experience the power of the secret technique."

"Jealous?"

A strange thought immediately came to Meng Zhao's mind. He looked at Wu Qi and quickly waved his hand, shaking his head and said, "Forget it, Senior Brother Wu Qi. My weapon has been broken in the battle with Senior Brother Wan Mang just now. Without a sword in my hand, I can't exert my full combat power..."

"Meng Zhao, take the sword."

Before Meng Zhao could finish his words, Dean Ge Jue, who had just disappeared, reappeared in the field with a long sword of extremely high quality in his hand. Dean Ge Jue flicked the sword lightly, and the sword rushed towards Meng Zhao like a silver blade.

Meng Zhao flipped backwards, grabbed the sword in one hand, and swung it twice casually, and there was actually a slight sound of the sword ringing.

"What a sword!"

Meng Zhao couldn't help but exclaim.

"Junior Brother Meng Zhao, since you already have a sword in your hand, come and fight me."

Wu Qi punched each other with his fists, and instantly a shocking sound was heard.

"Is this Senior Brother Wu Qi?"

"What a powerful strength."

"Can Senior Brother Meng Zhao withstand Senior Brother Wu Qi's attack?"

"Hmph, don't look down on Senior Brother Meng Zhao. Senior Brother Meng Zhao has mastered a secret technique. Among the younger generation in Dongning Prefecture, apart from Mei Yuanzhi, who is known as the number one genius, only Senior Brother Meng Zhao has mastered a secret technique. In my opinion, in this battle, Senior Brother Meng Zhao will definitely not be inferior to Senior Brother Wu Qi!"

"Is this secret technique really so powerful?"

……

When the students around saw Wu Qi and Meng Zhao about to start fighting, they couldn't help but discuss.

Meng Zhao glanced at Ge Jue in the distance and cursed inwardly: "This old guy is really..."

"Come on, Junior Brother Meng Zhao!"

Wu Qi shouted loudly.

Meng Zhao knew that since he had mastered the secret technique, he naturally could not avoid a battle with Wu Qi. Since it was unavoidable, he might as well start the battle directly.

"Since Senior Brother Wu Qi is so enthusiastic, I will naturally do my best as well." After taking the silver sword, Meng Zhao waved it a few times. After getting used to the weight, he took the initiative to attack for the first time. He took a few steps, came in front of Wu Qi, and stabbed straight with the sword. Wu Qi saw Meng Zhao attacking him, and dodged Meng Zhao's attack by moving his body to the side. Then he swung his fist, and a fist with dark purple true energy attached to it soon came in front of Meng Zhao. Meng Zhao quickly blocked the silver sword in front of him.

boom!
Meng Zhao was knocked back by Wu Qi's punch.

“Slow, too slow!!!”

Wu Qi shook his head, somewhat disappointed.

Meng Zhao saw a hint of disappointment in Wu Qi's eyes, and immediately stood up and attacked Wu Qi again.

Meng Zhao leaped forward, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wu Qi, swinging the silver sword, and pointing it straight at Wu Qi's forehead.

boom!
Wu Qi did not dodge or evade, but swung out with both fists, one on the left and one on the right, hitting the silver sword from two directions respectively!
clang!
Meng Zhao, holding the silver sword, felt the powerful force continuously transmitted through the silver sword's body, creating a recoil force that instantly pushed Meng Zhao back several steps.

Meng Zhao staggered a few times and almost fell, but fortunately he reacted in time and kept his balance.

Wu Qi placed his hands in front of him and slowly finished his training. There was some disappointment in his eyes. He looked at Meng Zhao, shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Meng Zhao, your cultivation is far inferior to mine. If you don't use your secret skills, you will have no chance of winning."

"Brother Wu Qi, my secret technique is very dangerous. Since you are so obsessed with it, I will let you see it!"

Meng Zhao took a deep breath. His secret skills were different from Meng Chuan's. There were three moves: Sad Fan Painting Autumn Wind, Great Wind Song, and Extreme Burst. He had only comprehended one secret skill.

That is -- destroy everything together!!!

Concentrate all the energy in your body and turn it into a sword. Either you lose or I lose!
"bring it on!"

When Wu Qi heard the word "danger", he became a little excited. He knew that Meng Zhao would not say anything nonsense, so he would naturally do his best.

"Basic posture - Dark Cloud Dao Body!"

Purple mist suddenly appeared on Wu Qi's body, instantly enveloping him. A terrifying aura emanated from his surroundings, merging into Wu Qi's body at an extremely fast speed...

"Brother Wu Qi, use your full strength!"

The old students who were watching the match exclaimed loudly. Ever since Mei Yuanzhi left Jinghu Taoist Academy, few people have witnessed Wu Qi's true strength. Even Wan Mang, who had just broken through to the early stage of the Transmigration Realm, did not even have the chance to let Wu Qi use his full strength.

"Brother, the aura of Brother Wu Qi is so terrifying."

A female student felt frightened when she saw the creepy aura coming from Wu Qi.

The male student at the side stepped forward, seized the opportunity, put his arm around the female student's shoulders, and said carefully: "Don't be afraid, Junior Sister, this is the Dark Cloud Foundation Forging Technique that Senior Brother Wu Qi has practiced. When you practice it to a high level, you can use the Dark Cloud Dao Body. Only by performing this move, it means that Senior Brother Wu Qi is going to show his true strength."

"Then isn't Senior Brother Meng Zhao in danger?"

The female student snuggled into his chest, worried about Meng Zhao.

The male student pinched the restricted area and laughed, "Hahaha, you are underestimating Brother Meng Zhao. Just watch carefully."

The male student pretended to be mysterious, and everyone's eyes were back on the field. At this time, the dark purple light had disappeared, and Wu Qi's shirt burst open instantly, revealing his strong muscles. There were purple lines on his muscles, and a sharp horn grew on his forehead.

“Is this the foundation of the God?”

"What a powerful sense of oppression!"

Meng Zhao, who was in the center of the martial arts training arena, felt most clearly that Wu Qi's aura was increasing exponentially.

ps: I'm late, so I can only finish the manuscript slowly at 4000 words a day. I'll take a look at it after it's words are on the shelves. I'm so annoyed.

(End of this chapter)