Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 331 Let’s fight!

The situation of the more than 700 cultivators who passed the first round was even more complex and diverse.

Of these, nearly 70% were "barely passed," indicating that their abilities were already limited.

At this moment, after witnessing the extraordinary prowess displayed by the old ox, many cultivators began to have second thoughts, secretly pondering:

"Anyway, we've already made a name for ourselves, and we'll have something to brag about in the future, so it's not a loss."

"Why risk your life here? It would be a huge loss..."

But most people were still full of confidence, feeling that they were quite capable and might be able to compete with that blond man.

So they all started to get ready and actively prepare for the battle!

Tong Mufeng took in all these people's reactions, his smile unchanged, but inwardly he couldn't help but be surprised.

This blond man wielded the purple-gold hammer with such ease, as if it were an extension of his own arm, striking wherever he pleased.

A question, or rather, an answer, involuntarily surfaced in his mind at that moment:

"He's the owner of the Purple Gold Hammer?!"

At this moment, both Li Qingyuan and Yue Qinghuan showed knowing smiles.

Although Old Ox is usually carefree and irresponsible, it doesn't mean he's weak.

On the contrary, in crucial moments, he always stands alone and is unparalleled in the world!

Wang Anran couldn't help but mutter:

"Wow, Old Yun really has superhuman strength! The Purple Gold Hammer is like a toy in his hands, he handles it with ease..."

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At that moment, the winds and clouds seemed to come to a standstill.

Suddenly, the old ox's large, bell-like eyes flashed with a sharp light, like two tangible bolts of lightning, sweeping across the more than seven hundred cultivators in front of it.

Suddenly, he shouted, "Come and fight!"

These two words, like a thunderclap, carried boundless pride and fighting spirit, soaring straight to the sky!

Hearing the thunderous battle cry, the group of cultivators felt an overwhelming pressure rushing towards them, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

At that moment, no one dared to step forward first, a stark contrast to the eagerness during the hammer test, and the atmosphere suddenly reversed.

However, some cultivators were thoroughly enraged by the undisguised contempt in the old ox's eyes. Anger rose in their hearts, and evil thoughts arose in their minds. They resolutely stepped forward.

His actions were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

At that moment, some people mustered up their courage and rushed into the arena, clearly intending to use their numbers to bully the few and attack them together!

These cultivators clearly lacked confidence in their own strength and were attempting to take advantage of the chaos to find a chance to gain an advantage in the midst of the battle.

Of course, some cultivators are even more cunning.

Their plan was to fight last, let the others fight tooth and nail first, and then reap the benefits without lifting a finger to seize the Purple Gold Hammer.

However, their wishful thinking was utterly crushed by Tong Mufeng's words in the next moment.

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Tong Mufeng's voice was as cold as ice, each word ringing out firmly:

"Let all the more than seven hundred cultivators who passed the first round enter!"

"Those who feel they can't handle it should leave voluntarily, otherwise, if you get beaten to death, don't blame others for being ruthless..."

"The last person remaining in the arena gets the Purple Gold Hammer!"

Then, Tong Mufeng roared:

"The competition officially begins, regardless of life or death!"

Tong Mufeng's voice fell, as if announcing the start of this chaotic, ruleless battle.

The eight Treasure Pavilion stewards immediately acted and allowed the group to pass.

More than 700 cultivators, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, swarmed into the center of Yunxi City Square like locusts.

Fortunately, the square was spacious enough to accommodate all these people and also enough for the cultivators to display their skills and compete!

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The old ox's eyes gleamed with golden light as it stared intently at the swarming cultivators ahead, its gaze showing no hesitation or delay.

Holding the purple-gold hammer, he moved with lightning speed, shooting straight out like a bolt of lightning slicing through the sky.

The purple-gold hammer shone even brighter in his hand, like a small sun, so bright that it was blinding. The immense power contained in that light seemed capable of tearing apart all obstacles!

The group of cultivators had barely stepped into the arena and hadn't even gotten their footing when they were terrified by the sudden burst of purple-gold light.

Driven by instinct, they scattered and fled like startled birds and beasts.

However, there was a small group of cultivators who were too close and had relatively weak strength, and they didn't have time to dodge.

Left with no other choice, they could only hastily circulate their inner energy to protect themselves, attempting to block the old ox's thunderous attack.

But the old ox was too fast, and every strike was powerful and heavy, as if it could shake mountains and rivers, its strength was overwhelming!

The golden hammer crashed down with a deafening thud, like a heavy hammer striking a drum, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Immediately, some cultivators could not withstand the surging power, and their bodies, like kites with broken strings, staggered and fell to the ground.

They coughed up blood, their faces ashen, and tried to stand up by bracing themselves on the ground, but found that all their strength seemed to have been drained, and they couldn't muster any strength at all.

At this moment, a similar situation is unfolding simultaneously among more than thirty people...

With a single blow from the old ox, more than thirty people were crippled. The scene was so horrific that it was shocking!

Seeing this, the thirty-odd cultivators felt despair, knowing that continuing the fight would be futile.

They immediately held their breath and shouted with their last ounce of strength:

"I'm quitting..."

His voice was filled with helplessness and resentment.

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As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Mufeng on the platform stirred his divine sense, as if he possessed supreme divine power.

Those who shouted were gently lifted up by an invisible force.

It was then thrown out like trash, landing heavily among the surrounding crowd, causing quite a commotion.

Li Qingyuan and the other two had also taken their seats, sitting quietly in the stands, their expressions indifferent, watching everything in the arena.

At this moment, the old ox in the arena exerted its strength again. It moved with incredible speed, wielding its hammer and charging around, causing people to fall and monsters to tumble wherever it went.

The old ox didn't use any fancy moves; he simply relied on brute force to overpower his opponent!

The sound of "boom boom boom..." echoed continuously throughout the heavens and earth, as deafening as thunder.

Then, another person and a demon were seen being thrown out, landing on the ground outside the arena like kites with broken strings, their fate unknown.