Chapter 58

With a roar, Suo Ming swung his twin hammers simultaneously. This was a critical strike from a physical cultivator, and with a sixteenth-layer physical cultivator unleashing his full power, the hammers, spinning as they flew, seemed capable of piercing the heavens.

*Boom...*

Wang Meng was sent flying several yards by the shockwave, landing gracefully. He smiled slightly, "Not bad, you’ve got a solid foundation."

At this moment, Suo Ming was still in his invincible mighty金刚 pose. Upon hearing this, he bent over, panting heavily as if he had been holding his breath for eight lifetimes.

Tired, so tired, he could barely hold onto his hammers. What the hell was going on!

Suo Ming’s copper-bell eyes stared at Wang Meng, wishing he could crush him with his twin hammers, but his entire body felt as if it were filled with lead, unable to move.

Wang Meng, as if taunting his thoughts, strolled leisurely up to him. At this moment, if he just raised his arm and swung his hammer, that hateful smile would disappear from the small thousand world forever.

But the problem was, even with his remaining front teeth almost shattered, Suo Ming still... couldn’t lift his hammers.

Though he had used all his mental strength, he was already exhausted. Wang Meng tapped Suo Ming’s forehead, and Suo Ming’s bulging eyes stared straight ahead as he fell, his legs straight, still staring, but all his strength was just in his stare...

When the disciples of Hengshan Hall saw Suo Ming’s pale face and sweat pouring down, they felt a chill. Could it be?

Sure enough, Suo Ming fell easily, and Hengshan Hall fell silent. ...Did they lose?

Ming Ren put away his surprise, "Fifth match, Leiguang Hall wins. Three wins, one draw, one loss, they have won this hall battle."

Tang Wei’s face turned black with fear. If it weren’t for the people from Lingyin Hall and Feifeng Hall, he might have wanted to kill and silence them.

"Black magic, this is black magic! This guy is a demon!"

"Right, where did this kid come from? He’s definitely a demon!"

Someone shouted, and Hengshan Hall, as if grasping the last straw, erupted in a chorus of voices.

This shout woke Tang Wei up, "Cough, cough, Brother Ming Ren, what do you think..."

Whether it was black magic or not was hard to say, and Tang Wei couldn’t be sure, but the battle was indeed strange. He just needed a way out, either to fight again or to call it off, each taking back their spirit stones. At least they wouldn’t lose. If he watched so many spirit stones be taken away, he would be so angry he’d spit blood.

Ming Ren, of course, knew Tang Wei’s plan. After years of being opponents, how could he not understand? However, when had Lingyin Hall ever cared about Hengshan Hall? But he had his own doubts.

"Destroy this demon!"

"Right, he’s definitely a spy for the evil and demonic cultivators!"

Wang Meng smiled. Even a fool could have a moment of insight. In a way, he was at least half an evil cultivator, and this heaven-defying divine essence wasn’t fake.

"Fools are still fools!"

A teasing and somewhat excited voice rang out, and the disciples of Hengshan Hall glared angrily. Who was this reckless kid, ready to be crushed into dust?

But when they followed the gaze, everyone fell silent.

Li Tianyi!

He sauntered out, but Li Tianyi was indeed incredibly excited because all his worries were unnecessary.

"Being able to perform the Wind Flurry without a trace to this level, there are few in the entire Holy Hall who can match it. Senior Brother Wang, I look forward to our agreement even more."

Li Tianyi said.

Senior Brother... Wang? Zhang Xiaopang was a bit incoherent. Damn, to be addressed like this by Li Tianyi, well, considering himself and Brother Meng were of the same generation, wouldn’t Li Tianyi have to call him Senior Brother? Senior Brother Zhang, True Man Zhang?

Zhang Xiaopang was lost in his own imagination.

But the scene was silenced by Li Tianyi’s words. Who was Li Tianyi? Few didn’t know, and Hengshan Hall couldn’t even afford to offend Lingyin Hall, let alone Li Tianyi’s background.

Wang Meng’s eyes showed a hint of appreciation. This kid, after experiencing setbacks, could be so calm and composed, advancing to a new level. In terms of talent, he was even better than Wang Meng himself had been.

"I don’t understand the Wind Flurry without a trace; it’s just a minor skill." Wang Meng smiled. This wasn’t the Wind Flurry without a trace. Using such a technique at the tenth layer would have been crushed by a single hammer blow.

"Good, such a realm is definitely among the top ten sword cultivators in each hall. Senior Brother Tang, you didn’t lose unfairly. Suo Ming just has a solid foundation. Anyone else would have been seriously injured by the backlash of power."

Yang Ying also spoke, examining Wang Meng closely, as if trying to see through him. Was this the person Li Tianyi was looking for?

"Junior Brother Wang, you are extraordinary. When you have time, come visit Feifeng Hall."

Yang Ying’s invitation made many envious, and Zhang Liang wished he could bite himself. If only it were him, he would be smiling in his dreams.

"Senior Sister Yang, I’m sorry, I still have to farm, I’m very busy." Wang Meng smiled and declined.

Beauty might be an irresistible weapon to most men, but to Wang Meng, it wasn’t much. Yang Ying was indeed extraordinary, but so what?

Having experienced the vast sea, Wang Meng had inherited more from Mo Shan. He was more interested in cultivation than in beauty, and even if she was beautiful, she wasn’t his type.

Yang Ying didn’t expect the refusal, and it wasn’t just politeness. After speaking, he acted as if he hadn’t seen her.

"Zhang Xiaopang, pack up the things, we’re leaving the mountain. It’s not safe to walk at night."

Wang Meng said, and Zhang Xiaopang immediately jumped up, "Sure, sure, I’m most afraid of the dark. But fortunately, this is the Holy Hall. If it were the Devil Heart Sect, I wouldn’t dare to walk!"

Watching the pile of dazzling spirit stones being packed by the little fatty, the disciples of Hengshan Hall’s eyes almost popped out. Tang Wei’s face was cold, but he said nothing. As one of the Nine Heroes of the Holy Hall, he had to maintain his composure.

He probably wanted to tear the little fatty to pieces in his heart.

"Everyone, we’ll meet again." Wang Meng bowed. This was Hengshan Hall’s territory, and even if they wanted to celebrate, they needed to find another place.

The disciples of Hengshan Hall watched helplessly as Leiguang Hall took their spirit stones away, their hearts bleeding.

Suo Ming on the ground was still struggling, mumbling something incoherent.

"Ha ha, Brother Tang, we’ll take our leave first. See you at the Grand Competition." Ming Ren bowed, and after Wang Meng left, Li Tianyi lost interest in everyone else, focusing instead on the steps he had just seen, seemingly gaining some insight.

"Senior Brother Tang, I’ll take my leave as well."

The people from Lingyin Hall and Feifeng Hall left one after another, making Hengshan Hall seem even more desolate.

Tang Wei was seething with anger. Hengshan Hall was always the one to gain the upper hand, but this time, they had suffered such a great loss in front of so many people, losing face completely.

Seeing Suo Ming still struggling on the ground, looking like a pile of dog shit, Tang Wei’s anger boiled over.

"Throw him out of Hengshan Hall, and don’t let me see him again!"

(Heat finally won a game. LeBron needs to be more dominant. Wanting to do everything means doing nothing well. Be ruthless, be a hatchet man!)

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