53: Chapter 53 The challenge begins, attack against attack.

With a light leap, Huang Ziyang landed on the stage like a great roc spreading its wings, standing in a standoff with Liu Dazhuang.

"Outer Sect Disciple Huang Ziyang challenges the fourth place of Ring Five, Liu Dazhuang. Blades have no eyes, and fists and feet have no mercy, so please try to stop at the point of contact."

Seeing that the two were ready, the Referee Elder immediately shouted loudly and then retreated outside the stage.

"Senior Brother Liu, please advise!"

Huang Ziyang cupped his fists and gave a very respectful salute, then spoke out clearly.

"Junior Brother Huang, my strength is a bit great. Be careful in a moment; I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you."

Liu Dazhuang also cupped his fists and then spoke in a simple and honest voice.

Hearing this, Huang Ziyang said no more and drew the long sword in his hand. The blade was clear and bright, like a pool of autumn water.

Seeing this, Liu Dazhuang on the opposite side also took out his own weapon, but the appearance of this weapon was very peculiar.

It looked like a sword but wasn't a sword, and looked like a saber but wasn't a saber.

If you called it a sword, it was much wider than an ordinary sword; if you called it a saber, it had extremely sharp sword edges on both sides.

The match had already begun. As the challenger, Huang Ziyang was not at all polite, launching a storm-like offensive against Liu Dazhuang as soon as he came up.

That vigorous figure, lightning-like speed, and overwhelming Aura immediately drew a burst of cheers from the many Disciples below the stage.

Facing Huang Ziyang's sharp attack, Liu Dazhuang did not show the expected panic.

It was originally thought that facing Huang Ziyang's continuous offensive, Liu Dazhuang would choose to temporarily avoid the brunt or defend with all his might.

But to everyone's surprise, at the moment when Huang Ziyang's attack was about to arrive, Liu Dazhuang suddenly brandished the strange weapon in his hand.

As if he were a War God Possession, he met offense with offense and quickly rushed forward.

"Good!"

"Senior Brother Liu, way to go."

"Senior Brother Liu, mighty and domineering, beautifully done."

Staying calm in a dangerous situation and responding with offense as defense not only allowed Liu Dazhuang to turn danger into safety but also won him some praise.

"Ding ding, dang dang!"

The sound of clashing blades was incessant, and the two figures constantly shifted and moved on the stage.

In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves.

The more Huang Ziyang fought, the more shocked he became. Don't look at how Liu Dazhuang was big and burly and seemed a bit simple-minded; his speed and power steadily suppressed Huang Ziyang.

From the start of the battle until now, it had been less than fifteen minutes, and Huang Ziyang was already at a disadvantage, forced into a pathetic state by Liu Dazhuang's frantic offensive.

Looking at the current situation, Liu Dazhuang had already grasped the rhythm of the match, as if he would win at any moment.

But in fact, it would not be a quick task for Liu Dazhuang to take down Huang Ziyang.

After all, Huang Ziyang still had an Earth Rank Low Grade Martial Skill that he had not yet used.

"Damn it, why is this Liu Dazhuang so difficult to deal with? Am I going to have to expose my trump card here?"

Unable to win after a long attack, Huang Ziyang gradually became a bit irritable. One must know that his goal was to make a stunning impression through this Great Competition.

By relying on this to attract the favor of some Elders and then obtain the opportunity to be promoted to an Inner Sect Disciple.

If he couldn't even take down Liu Dazhuang, how could he talk about attracting the favor of Elders or being promoted to the Inner Sect?

Huang Ziyang knew very well that the longer this battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. He soon made up his mind.

Suddenly launching several rapid attacks to temporarily force Liu Dazhuang back, Huang Ziyang quickly pulled back and then hurriedly spoke.

"Senior Brother Liu, how about we decide the winner in one move?"

Seeing the opponent stop the offensive to speak, Liu Dazhuang hurriedly withdrew the weapon he had already struck out with; the sharp blade almost cut into Huang Ziyang.

"Ah, sorry, I haven't fought this heartily in a long time. If Junior Brother Huang wants a quick resolution, I'll go along with you."

Liu Dazhuang rubbed his head and said with a somewhat bashful smile.

Although Liu Dazhuang had withdrawn his weapon in time, the sharp wind still made Huang Ziyang's face sting, turning his face pale with fright.

Although Huang Ziyang was fuming with rage inside, his face remained calm, still maintaining a smile.

"In that case, Senior Brother Liu must be careful."

"Watch this move, Rushing Thunder Palm!"

Striking out with one palm, it was like a thunderbolt; in an instant, everyone heard the sound of rumbling thunder.

"Earth Rank Low Grade Martial Skill, Rushing Thunder Palm! Senior Brother Huang Ziyang has finally brought out his true strength. Senior Brother Liu is likely to lose."

"So strong! How will Senior Brother Liu respond to this palm? If he can't block it, he'll lose, and his fourth-place rank will be handed over to someone else."

While everyone was discussing, a sharp light flashed through Liu Dazhuang's eyes, and he quickly struck out a palm to meet it.

"Qinyun Palm!"

Facing Huang Ziyang's Rushing Thunder Palm, Liu Dazhuang was not only unafraid but instead showed an excited expression on his face.

In the blink of an eye, the two men's palms collided.

"Bang!"

A dazzling white light lit up, shining brightly and making it impossible to look directly at it.

"This time it's really over. Senior Brother Liu's Qinyun Palm is only a Profound Rank Top Grade Martial Skill. How could it possibly withstand Huang Ziyang's Rushing Thunder Palm? That's an Earth Rank Low Grade Martial Skill."

"I think so too. Both of their cultivations are equivalent, both at the Peak of the Ninth-Grade Guiyuan Realm. At this time, whoever has a higher grade of Martial Skill will have the advantage."

Suddenly, a figure fell to the edge of the stage.

Only to see that the clothes on Liu Dazhuang's upper body were completely shattered, his whole body flickering with a faint golden light, and cracks on his skin with blood flowing out.

"What! Did Senior Brother Liu really lose?"

An Outer Sect Disciple who was on good terms with Liu Dazhuang said regretfully.

"Poof!"

Huang Ziyang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his arm hung down unnaturally, clearly broken.

"Junior Brother Huang's Rushing Thunder Palm is indeed powerful. If I hadn't cultivated a Body Refining Cultivation Technique, I might really have been unable to withstand it this time."

Before Liu Dazhuang's voice had even faded, Huang Ziyang fell headfirst to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Outer Sect Disciple Liu Dazhuang has successfully defended the stage; the ranking remains unchanged. Would the next challenger please come up to the stage."

At the referee's signal, the unconscious Huang Ziyang was carried away.

"Great! Senior Brother Liu won!"

"Senior Brother Liu hid it so well; he actually even learned a Body Refining Cultivation Technique. No wonder his physique is as strong as a bull."

"Don't look at how Senior Brother Liu seems simple and honest; he's actually very shrewd. Whoever looks down on him will suffer, and Huang Ziyang's end is the best proof."

...

Amidst the discussions of the Disciples, Liu Dazhuang walked off the stage, closed his eyes, and began to sit and meditate to recover.

At the same time, battles on other stages were also in progress, though they were not as exciting as the battle between Liu Dazhuang and Huang Ziyang.

Other challengers would look for whoever had a lower ranking or lower cultivation to challenge; most of them challenged the ninth or tenth place.

After all, other people weren't stupid. Who would directly challenge the fourth place like Huang Ziyang? They all specifically picked soft persimmons to squeeze.