freenovelworld Chapter 547 The Stonemasons' Strength
Chapter 547 The Stonemasons' Strength
"It's you again, you quarryman! Last time I was careless, but this time I'll tear you to pieces."
Ding Zihu said through gritted teeth.
Although his words were sharp, he was actually panicking inside. The moment he saw Jiang Mo, he unconsciously took a few steps back.
Ding Zihu still felt lingering fear about the last competition.
He even doubted whether Jiang Mo really won by brute force alone.
"Master, it was this man who defeated Ding Zihu with a single punch," the top disciple of Beidou Peak whispered in the peak master's ear.
"Oh? A quarryman?" The peak master of Beidou Peak looked at Jiang Mo with great interest, feeling that he was no ordinary quarryman.
"I heard he's only been in the Lotus Palace for a month, and besides his brute strength, he has no other skills. His swordsmanship just now was full of flaws. It's a disgrace to our Beidou Peak that Ding Zihu was defeated by such a person," the head disciple of Beidou Peak said disdainfully.
As the top disciple of Beidou Peak, possessing the formidable strength of the Black Lotus, he naturally looked down upon Ding Zihu, who was just an ordinary Blue Lotus.
One was a disciple of a martial arts master, and the other was a disciple of a peak master. Ding Zihu had to call him "Uncle-Master".
Given his status, he wouldn't stoop to arguing with Ding Zihu, but since the other party had tarnished the reputation of Beidou Peak, he couldn't tolerate Ding Zihu's existence.
"Judging from his swordsmanship alone, he is still somewhat inferior to Ding Zihu, but I wonder about his speed and strength." The peak master of Beidou Peak watched with great interest.
As the peak master, he was worlds apart from Ding Zihu. If Ding Zihu hadn't disgraced Beidou Peak, he might not even know who Ding Zihu was.
"Jiang Mo, be careful. This guy's swordsmanship is incredibly sharp. Just wear him down a bit," Shui Peng and the others said with concern.
In their view, Jiang Mo was able to win last time mostly because Shui Peng was careless and underestimated his opponent.
This time, the other party's murderous intent was fully revealed, and they certainly wouldn't spare Jiang Mo.
Since it's a tag-team match anyway, Jiang Mo only needs to run around the ring and exhaust Ding Zihu like a vicious dog.
One person couldn't defeat him, but ten people could still achieve some results. In the end, Lin Ping personally took action to bring glory to the outer disciples.
"I'm strong, I'm not afraid of him," Jiang Mo said, patting his chest and pretending to be a roughneck.
These words really startled Ding Zihu. Looking at his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, Ding Zihu was already having second thoughts.
"You brat, don't get too cocky. Your strength can't withstand the damage from this longsword anymore."
As they were talking, Ding Zihu had already made his move, and dazzling sword flowers bloomed in the sunlight.
A flawless sword dance, resembling a lotus flower, came straight at Jiang Mo, enough to block all his escape routes.
Jiang Mo frowned and sighed repeatedly, "This guy is too weak. I should have used that sword technique to win against him so as not to expose my strength."
He was also in a dilemma when faced with Ding Zihu, who was as weak as trash.
After a long time, they finally came to the conclusion that no sword technique could make winning any more difficult.
"Forget it, forget it, let's just use the Lotus Sword Technique." Jiang Mo shook his head helplessly, and his long sword suddenly appeared.
"A lotus blooms in an instant!"
Jiang Mo swung his sword straight at the center of Ding Zihu's sword flower, easily forcing him back two steps.
Using Lotus Blossom to counter Lotus Dance of Swords is not exactly a glorious thing, after all, the former is a level higher.
"You think you can compete with me with a lotus flower that only partially resembles mine?"
Ding Zihu attacked again, unleashing his most lethal sword technique.
As an inner disciple, he couldn't possibly use his full strength from the start, but he didn't expect his attempt to feign incompetence to fail.
In order to defeat Jiang Mo, he had no choice but to use all his strength.
"This sword move is full of flaws. How could I, a master of the Crimson Sun Pavilion, deliberately lose to such trashy sword moves?"
Jiang Mo muttered to himself, continuing to use an even worse Lotus Blossom.
When the two swords clashed, Ding Zihu clearly had the upper hand, leading Jiang Mo by the nose.
He kept changing his sword moves, trying to disarm Jiang Mo's longsword, but he couldn't succeed.
There was nothing they could do; Jiang Mo was too strong, gripping the sword hilt firmly in his hand, and they couldn't take it from him.
"Damn it, take this!" Ding Zihu was furious. He abandoned his advantage in sword techniques and slammed his palm heavily onto Jiang Mo's chest.
This palm strike has the force of a hundred pounds; even a large tree would have several leaves shaken off.
If this were hit on an ordinary person, it would likely result in broken ribs and vomiting blood.
"Hahaha, he's just a stonemason. Apart from his brute strength, he's utterly useless."
"Ding Zihu is at least at the Blue Lotus Realm; one hand could cripple him."
"Outer disciples are just outer disciples, they can never be respectable, they are a disgrace to Lotus Palace."
Ding Zihu's palm strike delighted the disciples of Beidou Peak, who all spoke in sarcastic and mocking tones.
"Hey, didn't we agree that he should just run around the ring? How could he go head-to-head with Ding Zihu?"
"That palm strike will probably make him cough up blood. He'll be lucky to survive."
The outer disciples were filled with worry, their newly established confidence completely gone.
"Hahaha, you think you can fight me? You're still too green. Now you're getting what you deserve. Kneel down and beg for mercy, and I might spare your life."
Ding Zihu was overjoyed. The palm strike was very solid, and he was certain that Jiang Mo was seriously injured.
Just as everyone expected, Jiang Mo did spit out liquid, though it was thicker than blood.
Yes, it was a thick, yellow phlegm that landed squarely on Ding Zihu's nose.
This spot was in the blind spot of his eyes, but it happened to be within the reach of his tongue. To demonstrate his unique tongue skills, he licked it without hesitation.
"It's a bit salty, too much salt was added." Ding Zihu kept smacking his lips.
"I'm sorry, that was a spit, but it represents my opinion of you. You're a piece of trash!" Jiang Mo thrust his chest forward, and the powerful force traveled through Ding Zihu's palm and spread throughout his body.
That seemingly strong and upright body floated away like a piece of paper.
He didn't land successfully, but instead landed on Jiang Mo's strong and powerful arms.
Jiang Mo lifted his body high and slammed it hard to the ground.
"What are you doing? I'll die!" Ding Zihu was so frightened that he had a physical reaction; he hadn't expected Jiang Mo to be so strong.
Boom!
As Ding Zihu landed, the entire arena shook slightly, and dust filled the sky, only slowly dissipating after a long time.
The crowd stared in disbelief for a long time, looking at the inhuman pit with pity.
"Could he have fallen to his death? Even if he didn't, he'll never be able to get out of bed again."
Ding Zihu's body was completely broken, and several of his vertebrae were broken. The reason he didn't scream was because he fainted from the pain.
"We...we won?" the crowd said belatedly.
They witnessed the benefits of great strength once again, and they all regretted not becoming quarrymen before entering the Lotus Palace.
"Such strength! If he hadn't held back, Ding Zihu would be a pile of mud. Is this man really just an ordinary quarryman?" The peak master of Beidou Peak stared at Jiang Mo with suspicion, his heart filled with shock.