The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long stood motionless at the edge of the ring, with his back against the flagpole.

He didn't rush to make a move; his cloudy old eyes were half-open and half-closed as he observed his opponent.

A burly man noticed him, grinned, and charged at him, brandishing a large knife.

"Old man, you're the first one to be eliminated!"

The broadsword, imbued with sharp spiritual energy, slashed down towards the top of the king's head!

Wang Long sidestepped, effortlessly dodging the attack.

The man missed his target with his sword and staggered forward a step.

Before he could even stand up straight, Wang Long raised his hand and slapped him on the back.

"Bang!"

The man was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena, nearly falling off.

He struggled to his feet, only to find Wang Long standing before him, his face filled with horror.

"you……"

boom!

Wang Long casually kicked him off the stage, eliminating him on the spot.

The fighting intensified, with everyone battling for their own survival.

On the arena, people were constantly being knocked off, their screams, collisions, and the clash of weapons creating a deafening cacophony.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, eight of the sixteen people have been eliminated.

Only eight people remained on the stage.

These eight people are the strongest.

Tie Xiong stood in the center of the ring, covered in blood, all of it his opponent's blood.

He eliminated three opponents single-handedly, each time with a single, decisive move.

His strength is unmatched among these sixteen people.

The other seven people, including Wang Long, did not dare to approach him.

Tie Xiong's gaze swept over the remaining people, finally landing on Wang Long.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Old man, you're lucky to have lived this long."

Wang Long did not respond and continued to ignore it.

Tie Xiong strode towards him.

His steps were slow, each step landing heavily on the ring with a dull thud.

The sound was like a war drum, striking the hearts of everyone present.

People around him quickly made way, not daring to block his path.

Tie Xiong walked up to Wang Long and looked down at him.

"I told you, if I meet you, the first thing I'll do is tear you apart."

Wang Long finally looked at him, a cold glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

Tie Xiong's face darkened, his fists clenched, and spiritual energy surged.

A violent aura erupted from him, forcing those around him to retreat.

Late stage of Rank 3, just one step away from the peak!

This level of skill is truly unmatched among these eight individuals.

In the stands, Qin Minglan's heart was in her throat.

"Old man..."

Luo Hanyi remained silent, her gaze fixed on Wang Long on the arena, a hint of tension flashing in her eyes.

Zhao Pojun sat upright in the stands, a faint smile on his lips.

He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and spoke casually.

"Hanyi, how many moves do you think your old man can last against Tiexiong?"

Luo Hanyi didn't speak, or even look at him.

Zhao Pojun smiled, not minding, and continued drinking his tea.

"Three moves?"

"Two moves?"

"Still just one move?"

He put down his teacup and looked towards the arena.

"I'll make a bet."

On the arena.

Tie Xiong made the first move!

He pushed off the ground with both feet and pounced out like a tiger, his speed was astonishing, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake!

The fist, imbued with violent spiritual energy, aimed straight for Wang Long's face!

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves, containing only one word—

fierce!

Extremely powerful!

A full-force strike from a late-stage third-rank cultivator sent gusts of wind through the air, whipping up the stone slabs on the ground and sending them flying in all directions!

Wang Long's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively dodged to the left.

The fist grazed his earlobe, the force of the blow stinging his face.

"boom!"

The punch missed its mark and struck the flagpole behind him.

A flagpole as thick as a bowl was smashed in half with a single punch and collapsed with a crash!

Before Wang Long could even regain his footing, Tie Xiong's second punch had already landed.

This time it was a sweeping attack, targeting his neck.

Wang Long hastily raised his arm to block.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Wang Long was jolted several steps to the right, his arm went numb, and his bones groaned as if they were about to break.

The power of a late-stage Rank 3 is indeed incomparable to that of an early-stage Rank 3.

Even though Wang Long possesses the Chaos Creation Saint Body, the difference in their cultivation levels is still undeniable.

Tie Xiong gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch—

Punches rained down one after another, like a storm.

Wang Long was overwhelmed and could only passively parry, retreating step by step, forced into a sorry state.

His sleeves were torn by the force of the punches, revealing his withered arms covered in bruises.

I had just recovered from yesterday's injury, and now I have a new one.

On the stands, Qin Minglan was extremely anxious.

"Why hasn't that old man made his move yet?!"

Her voice trembled. "Wang Long's swordsmanship is very strong. Why has he been hiding his skills until now?"

I'll kill that bastard Tie Xiong with one sword strike!

Qin Minglan gritted her teeth, secretly cheering for Wang Long in her heart!

Luo Hanyi saw that although Wang Long was in a sorry state, he was still able to fight Tie Xiong back and forth.

They weren't at too much of a disadvantage, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Pojun, holding his teacup, smiled faintly and said with some surprise.

"One move, two moves, three moves...tsk, this old man can hold on."

He put down his teacup and looked at Luo Hanyi.

"Hanyi, you servant are more resilient than I imagined."

Luo Hanyi ignored Zhao Pojun; her entire focus was on the arena.

Looking at Luo Hanyi's exquisite face and excellent figure, Zhao Pojun felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising in his lower abdomen.

He gripped the teacup tightly, muttering angrily to himself.

"Luo Hanyi, I will definitely have you, and make you understand how foolish your choice was back then!"

On the stage, Tie Xiong threw another punch.

Wang Long dodged to the side, but was still grazed on the shoulder by the force of the punch. He was spun around and staggered back several steps, almost falling.

Tie Xiong withdrew his fist and did not continue the pursuit.

He stood in the center of the field, his breathing steady, coldly looking at Wang Long.

"Old man, you've got some nerve."

"but!"

He moved his wrist, and the bones cracked.

"That was just a warm-up."

"Next comes the real..."

Tie Xiong narrowed his eyes, and his spiritual energy surged!

An even more ferocious aura erupted from him, causing the stone slabs on the arena to creak and crack, revealing fine cracks.

Late stage of Rank 3, unleashing full power!

Wang Long steadied himself and stretched his sore and numb arms.

He looked at Tie Xiong, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes, but he still smiled faintly.

"Late stage of Rank 3, truly impressive."

Wang Long felt the pressure, placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and slowly drew the Frost Sword from his waist.

The sword gleamed coldly, reflecting off his aged face.

"But it's still not quite there."

Wang Long gripped the sword hilt tightly, his body surging with spiritual energy.

The aura of an early-stage third-rank cultivator was released without reservation.

Tie Xiong was clearly taken aback when he sensed Wang Long's spiritual energy fluctuations.

Early stage of Rank 3?

When did this old man break through?