"Don't waste time, let the other two also join in, I can handle three at once."
Chen Mo glanced around, Lü Sheng spoke up.
For a moment, the entire Wufeng was in an uproar. Everyone, unable to believe their eyes, stared at Chen Mo on the dueling platform; they simply couldn't believe what they had heard.
"One on three?"
Still three dragon emperors' geniuses, had a few glasses of wine, so dare to be so arrogant.
Below the dueling platform, Han Shanshu and Shi Ao exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with complex expressions.
"Brother Shi, what do you think?"
Han Shanshu clasped his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face wasn't looking too good.
Shi Ao, dressed in a gray robe and carrying a long sword on his back, crossed his arms and glanced at Chen Mo on the dueling platform. "Brother Shi, we came to your sect at the invitation of our sect master specifically to challenge the Zhenwu Bureau. But for him to say that, it's as if he doesn't take us seriously at all. To dare to talk about fighting three with one, such a proud remark... If we don't agree to it, it would really seem like we're afraid of him."
"Indeed, it is too arrogant. But if we all go up and win him, won't that just prove that we're taking advantage of having more people? Winning wouldn't be honorable, and it would only make the situation more confusing; I originally thought he was summoned by the seventh patriarch to help, but I didn't expect him to come and cause trouble. My opinion is that we should not go up."
"Whether to go up or not is not up to us. Let's see what our sect master has to say."
Shi Ao sighed helplessly.
Zhang Han, on the dueling platform, heard Chen Mo's words and his face instantly became very unpleasant. His cold eyes fell on Chen Mo, feeling that he was openly humiliating him.
"Chen Sanzang, you are just looking for death."
Chen Mo didn't respond to Zhang Han and instead turned to look at the people on the main seat, "What do you all think?"
As soon as the words fell, a group of elders looked at each other in silence, most of their faces looking unpleasant. Especially the seventh elder Huang An, his original intention was to let Chen Mo hold back Zhang Han, but the other party didn't follow the script and played such a trick. It made him a bit embarrassed.
However, Li Wang smiled slightly, "Since you wish for a one-on-three match, then so be it. Han Shanshu and Shi Ao, step forward."
Upon hearing this, Han Shanshu and Shi Ao looked at each other and then leaped up together, jumping onto the dueling platform.
Han Shanshu's face flashed with hesitation, and he opened his mouth as if to say something but stopped, while Zhang Han couldn't help but speak up, "Lord Li of the sect, your decision is far too childish. Let us fight three against one. If he loses, what should happen? Should we continue to fight among ourselves? This is not fair."
Not only Zhang Han, but also the magistrates Liu and Zhang below the stage were somewhat baffled, truly unable to figure out what medicine Li Wang was selling in his bottle.
"Hahahaha, you can rest assured about this."
Li Wang laughed lightly and then glanced at Chen Mo, his expression becoming serious. "A three-on-one match gives you a clear advantage. If you lose, Chen... Sanzang can directly emerge victorious. If he loses, you and Han Shanshu can settle the score."
Li Wang dared not make promises too confidently, as this matter was of great importance. If Chen Mo were to have an unexpected loss, it would be a loss for him. He had to have Han Shanshu as a backup.
Shi Ao is just a side character, and since the host has spoken, he has no choice but to agree, "I have no opinion."
Han Shanshu pondered for a moment and seeing the host's expression, he could only reluctantly nod.
With four people, three of them having no objections, if he spoke again, it would seem as though he was afraid of Chen Mo. Zhang Han bit his teeth, "Alright, I agree too."
"Since there are no objections, let's begin then."
Li Wang's words fell, which also allowed the duel to enter its final confrontation, if Chen Mo could emerge victorious.
Three hundred years ago, Li Wang had a battle with Chen Mo. He knew the strength of the other party well, but, the past is fleeting, and three hundred years have passed. Many paths of cultivation have developed beautifully, yet the path of physical martial arts is still as uneventful as it was at the beginning.
Li Wang was curious about Chen Mo's strength, which had changed to what extent.
Yesterday, he defeated Gao Tianlang with one blow, but that was a sixth-grade martial artist. Compared to yesterday, the strength of these three cannot be underestimated; they are all fifth-grade.
Even just one is a huge step above Gao Tianlang, let alone three.
Shi Ao's right index finger and middle finger curved, and the long sword behind his back flew out with a 'whoosh' sound, and then landed firmly in his hand.
Cangsha Sect is famous for its swordsmanship in the world. Shi Ao is a rare genius of Cangsha Sect, and it was rumored that even the Cangsha Sword Immortal was amazed by his talent and took him as a disciple.
Over the years, he successively defeated all his fellow sect members, becoming the first in the inner hall of Cangsha Sect.
Han Shanshu clasped his hands together, his long fingers turned into fists. Strands of spirit energy surged from his palms; Relying on the Mountain Sect is renowned for its fists and palms. All types of moves are included, but when it comes to the strongest technique, it is still the method of punching and palm striking.
Han Shanshu had received the genuine teachings of Li Wang, the sect master of Relying on the Mountain Sect, and his fist and palm techniques had been honed to perfection. In terms of strength, he was not inferior to Shi Ao, the genius of Cangsha Sect.
Zhang Han's eyes shone with a hint of coldness, and his right hand grabbed the sword violently. The sword light flickered, and the cold glow surged. As the supreme genius of Zhenwu Sect, Zhang Han's strength was undoubtedly the top-notch among the younger generation.
Over the years, relying on his own formidable strength, he had climbed to a high position in Zhenwu Sect, ranking only below the two Zhang and Liu magistrates.
Some people have speculated that his talent is extremely high. If given another century, he would definitely become a highly skilled martial artist comparable to the dual heroes of the Empire, Piao Jiangnan.
"Zhang Han, Han Shanshu, and Shi Ao are all renowned geniuses of the Tianlong Imperial Household. Can that Chen Sanzang really beat those three?"
"He showed his strength yesterday, being a physical martial artist stronger than the sixth grade. Although physical martial artists are not particularly strong, his strength exceeded everyone's expectations. We don't know if he can still bring us a surprise today."
"I think it's unlikely. Those three are all fifth-level Qi martial artists, how can he defeat them simultaneously? Ah, if he really fights one-on-one, maybe he can actually take the position of his teacher's disciples."
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The surroundings were filled with chatter. Some people were optimistic about Chen Mo, but most thought he was definitely not a match for the three. The more so, the more exciting the match would be.
Chen Mo's mouth slightly twitched up, his hands lifting slightly, and the Qi from his Dantian began to flow out, gathering all over his body, and then the power of the tendons and bones erupted suddenly.
This duel is not only to make him become the master's disciple, accumulate reserves for himself, but also a chance for him to test his strength after his Qi blood has entered the eighth grade.
Although the three of them each specialize in different skills - sword, spear, fists and palms - they are all martial artists without any elaborate schemes. All they have is the direct attack without a moment's hesitation.
This type of opponent completely ignited Chen Mo's desire to fight.
