Douluo Continent: After seizing the opportunity, I achieved dual godhood.

Chapter 152 Competition

The pitch-black blade didn't pause for a moment, slashing straight at Liu Chengkong's neck without any mercy.

She showed no mercy whatsoever just because Liu Chengkong was her teacher.

Liu Chengkong, facing Wen Ning, simply stood still, waiting for the blade to slowly fall.

He didn't even show a defensive posture.

Even Wen Ning couldn't understand what he was trying to do.

Is this a case of underestimating her attack, or overestimating one's own defense?

Wen Ning felt that Liu Chengkong was most likely the latter.

If it really is the latter, then he is quite confident.

Although he was only a Soul Master, such a full-force attack was not something he could easily withstand.

Just as Wen Ning's blade was about to touch Liu Chengkong's neck, several beams of light appeared out of thin air and blocked it!

This directly slowed down Wen Ning's moves for a moment.

Yes, it only slowed down for a moment.

It did not directly block Wen Ning's attack.

Because Wen Ning's blade was still relentlessly approaching him.

Seeing this, Liu Chengkong seemed somewhat surprised.

How could this happen?

How could she unleash such power in one move?

This was clearly Wen Ning's first practical experience.

She didn't even practice much.

Just outrageous!

Does she have such a good memory?

An incredulous look flashed in Liu Chengkong's eyes.

He couldn't block this attack with just his first soul skill; he had to use his second soul skill!

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to intercept this attack directly.

And this was after he used the power of a Title Douluo...

Yes, because today is not a competition, Liu Chengkong did not compress his strength to the level of Soul Master, but used his original strength.

At this moment, Wen Ning's attack was something he couldn't withstand using only his first soul skill.

Thinking of this, Liu Chengkong took two steps back, and a huge greatsword appeared in front of him. The seemingly slow movement forced Wen Ning's scythe back in the blink of an eye!

It's simply unbelievable.

The blades clashed, sparking brilliant fireworks. The smell of gunpowder filled the air. Wen Ning's hand, gripping the scythe handle, felt warm, as if something was slowly flowing from her palm.

What it is is self-evident.

Blood was drawn out by the forceful scraping.

She didn't continue to take the blow head-on, but quickly withdrew her hand and jumped two meters away.

She used the sickle in her hand as a walking stick, leaving a deep, long furrow in the ground.

Mud and sand were splashing up in mid-air.

Liu Chengkong looked at Wen Ning not far away, his eyes filled with inquiry, "You...remembered my movements just now?"

This question is a bit strange.

If she doesn't remember how she mimicked the cat's movements to slash that knife, how could she remember it?

Isn't this a pointless question?

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Even though that was what she thought, Wen Ning didn't say it directly. Instead, she looked at him with a smile and said, "Yes."

But Wen Ning quickly added, "Don't you think I should remember this?"

Otherwise, why would they ask that question?

She reasonably suspected that Liu Chengkong harbored such thoughts in his heart.

Liu Chengkong's speed just now was incredibly fast, as if he was afraid that others would be able to understand it.

His crime deserves to be punished.

Without realizing it, Wen Ning had changed his way of addressing Liu Chengkong from "senior" to "you".

Although the changes were subtle, Liu Chengkong still noticed them.

He didn't answer Wen Ning's question, but instead said, "Why...don't you call me 'senior' anymore?"

(End of this chapter)