Chapter 65

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In mid-air, Lu Shaohu brushed past him, and Lu Shaoyou immediately felt an invisible force sweeping towards him. In that split second, Lu Shaohu had already slapped his palm towards Lu Shaoyou's chest.

Caught off guard and in mid-air, Lu Shaoyou could only dodge by twisting his body in the air. However, due to the suddenness, his speed was too slow, and a gust of wind immediately landed on his shoulder. Fortunately, Lu Shaohu only acted covertly and did not use much force, hoping only to embarrass Lu Shaoyou. This gust of wind merely knocked Lu Shaoyou to the ground.

"Damn it," Lu Shaoyou cursed, and under the gaze of countless eyes, his body suddenly plummeted.

The stone platform was not very high, only two meters. In that instant, outsiders only saw Lu Shaoyou make a mistake and fall from the air, about to land on his back, with his four limbs spread out.

At this moment, just as his head was about to hit the ground, a palm imprint suddenly struck the stone slab, and a visible pale yellow true qi surged out, instantly creating a crack that spread across the slab.

At the same time, a rebounding force emerged, and with the help of the force's counter-push, Lu Shaoyou's rapidly descending body suddenly stopped. Then, a second palm imprint struck, creating another crack on the stone slab, and his body immediately leaped upward. He then performed a 360-degree spin in mid-air, returning to a normal posture.

At this moment, Lu Shaoyou extended his arms, and the true qi around his body vibrated, using the balance of his arms to make his body descend like an eagle, his sharp gaze fixed on Lu Shaohu.

But this was just a split second. Lu Shaoyou used his arms and true qi to perfectly control his body to the center of the stone platform. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, no one expected that Lu Shaoyou, while in mid-air, had also condensed a pale yellow palm imprint.

"Move out of the way," the target of the palm imprint was a young man with the strength of a first-level warrior from a small family.

This young man was surprised by Lu Shaoyou's movements. Suddenly seeing the attack, he realized it was bad and, caught off guard, also sent out a palm imprint to meet it.

A "bang" sounded as the two palm imprints collided, and a gust of wind surged. The young man from the small family staggered back several steps and fell to the ground, while the position he had occupied was now taken by Lu Shaoyou, who landed gracefully, brushed off the dust from his hands, and stood calmly.

"His control of true qi is exquisite; this boy is not simple," the white-browed elder praised, watching the scene.

On the judges' platform, Lu Dong also smiled. He had seen Lu Shaoyou's performance. The other thirty-odd participants were also amazed.

"Amazing."

"Great."

"Very cool."

Seeing this, many of the onlookers, who were also martial artists and knew what they were seeing, cheered loudly, and some girls also screamed in excitement.

Lu Shaohu, who had intended to embarrass Lu Shaoyou, did not expect him to gain even more attention. His face turned extremely ugly.

However, this was just a moment. At this time, many figures on the stone platform began to move.

"Attack!" Dozens of people immediately started fighting. The Cloudyang Sect's attendant had already said that once on the stone platform, they could attack freely. Without hesitation, everyone aimed to leave only eight people, believing that the earlier they acted, the better their chances.

"Even a martial apprentice dares to challenge me, overestimate yourself. Back off," Yang Miao shouted, her body darting across the stone platform, her hand emitting a palm imprint with flames, aiming at a ninth-level martial apprentice.

This young man was no match. He tried to resist with a palm imprint but was instantly sent flying by Yang Miao. He was already close to the edge of the platform and fell heavily to the ground below.

The difference between a martial apprentice and a warrior was not just a little. Although the young man had good talent, talent did not equal strength.

"Bang, bang!"

The stone platform was now in chaos, with many participants engaging in combat. Waves of true qi surged, and people were continuously falling off the platform.

In this chaos, there was a strange phenomenon: no one dared to provoke Dugu Binglan, Wang Guang, Lu Shaohu, Lu Shaoyou, or Yang Miao. During the talent test, everyone knew their strength levels, and no one dared to provoke those stronger than them.

However, Yang Miao, who was not provoked by others, liked to provoke others. In a short time, her second opponent, a first-level warrior from the Luo family, was kicked off the platform.

"Bang!"

The sound of true qi collisions echoed across the stone platform. In the chaos, several people were thrown off the platform without even knowing how it happened, and they could only curse their bad luck.

Lu Shaoyou, who had knocked back a first-level warrior at the start, was known to be a three-attribute martial artist and a third-level warrior. No one dared to provoke him, and he was content to stay aside, conserving his strength for the third round.

"Bang!" Another person fell off the platform. Among the onlookers, some were happy, some were cursing, as some had placed bets on certain participants. When someone fell, they naturally lost.

In the chaos, no one could remain untouched. Eventually, Lu Shaoyou, Dugu Binglan, Wang Guang, and others were also drawn into the fight.

With the addition of Lu Shaoyou, Wang Guang, and others, the weaker cultivators continuously fell off the platform. Lu Shaoyou darted through the crowd, dodging and not attacking much, his gaze fixed on Wang Guang and Dugu Binglan, who also did not attack much and were not provoked by others.

After a short while, the chaotic stone platform was left with only ten people: Lu Shaoyou, Lu Shaohu, Dugu Binglan, Wang Guang, Yang Miao, two people from the Luo family (Luo Fei and Luo Jin), Wang Qing from the Wang family, and two young men from small families, both warriors, one a first-level warrior and the other a second-level warrior.

"Two more, go down," Wang Guang, who had been observing coldly, glanced at Yang Miao, Lu Shaoyou, and Lu Shaohu, then moved to the second-level warrior.

"Your strength is too weak, go down," Wang Guang's cold eyes flashed, and he formed a hand seal, sending out a palm imprint.

The young man was terrified, knowing he was no match and not planning to resist. He immediately retreated.

However, he did not expect Wang Guang's speed. A sharp wind sounded, and the palm imprint reached him, sending him flying off the platform.

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