Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 482 - 186: Blade Intent
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"Good!"
"Luo Manghan is impressive!"
"Haha, I just love Luo Manghan’s fighting style, so wild and domineering!"
In the Grand View Tower, cheers erupted from below the stage.
Luo Manghan, a disciple of the War God Sect, was a true battle maniac. Unsurprisingly, he was the first to take the stage.
When facing weaker opponents, he disdained to utilize his astounding battle instincts, relying solely on his formidable physique and savage combat style, crudely blasting opponents with his hefty Wolf Fang Club.
He much preferred this kind of exhilarating, brutal form of fighting.
"Heh heh, if you want to beat me, go back and train for a few more years!"
"Anyone else want to come up and spar? Don’t worry, I’ll go easy."
Luo Manghan laughed heartily, exuding raw wildness.
"I’ll go!"
Three voices rang out in succession.
Lin Zheyu was the first to land on the stage, smiling as he looked at the two martial artists who were one step behind him: "Sorry, I got here first this time."
"After I defeat Luo Manghan, we can have a match if there’s a chance."
Lin Zheyu said with a smile.
"You have impressive body technique!"
The man on the left said softly, then turned and walked away.
He was clearly the first to move, yet somehow ended up one step behind; the opponent’s speed was much faster than his own.
"Hey, you seem a bit unfamiliar. Luo Manghan didn’t go all out just now, good luck to you." The other man chuckled and jumped off the stage.
Now, only Luo Manghan and Lin Zheyu remained on the stage.
Looking at the rugged man in front of him, Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but feel there was fate between them.
They had sparred many times at Wuji Manor.
Coming from the War God Sect, Luo Manghan had immense battle experience and awareness. In their matches, Lin Zheyu learned a lot, greatly improving his combat skills.
"Hmm, a newcomer."
"Kid, state your name."
Luo Manghan, seeing that Lin Zheyu felt unfamiliar, waved his giant Wolf Fang Club and gave him a sidelong glance.
"Lin Zheyu."
"Make your move. If I go first, you won’t have a chance to strike."
Lin Zheyu said calmly as he looked at him.
This was something Luo Manghan had said to him during their first fight, and now returning the words felt rather amusing.
"Arrogant!"
Luo Manghan sneered, his aura rapidly rising, then suddenly froze: "This phrase seems familiar?"
Luo Manghan squinted slightly, sizing up Lin Zheyu, feeling a familiar sensation from him.
Below the stage, martial artists watching intently were also stunned to hear the name Lin Zheyu.
The name felt like something they had heard somewhere before.
"I remember, isn’t Wuji Manor’s newly promoted True Disciple named Lin Zheyu? He’s so young!"
"It must be him. I just saw him with Huang Youwei and the others."
"Gosh, this guy’s too young, isn’t he just breaking through to the Bone Marrow Refining Realm?"
Murmuring arose from below the stage.
Luo Manghan also heard the chatter but still had a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"Kid, have we met somewhere before?" Luo Manghan inquired.
"Take a guess?"
Lin Zheyu replied with a smile.
He didn’t deliberately conceal anything; though his form and temperament had slightly changed since being at Wuji Manor, they hadn’t altered much.
The martial artists present, who had significant power backing them, could easily uncover his alias Zhao Hao if they chose to investigate.
Some might have already discovered it but hadn’t publicized it.
"What the—Zhao Hao!"
"You’ve become a True Disciple of the Infinite Sect!"
After mulling it over for a while, Luo Manghan finally recalled why it felt so familiar.
They had fought several times at a Martial Dao exchange, and Luo Manghan was deeply familiar with Lin Zheyu’s aura and style.
He saw the shadow of Zhao Hao in Lin Zheyu.
What confirmed it formally was the tungsten gloves Lin Zheyu wore, identical to the ones Zhao Hao had worn before.
"Yes, it’s me."
"Make your move, let me see if you’ve improved over the past few months." Lin Zheyu smiled and nodded.
Luo Manghan: "..."
Luo Manghan felt completely frustrated inside.
Just as he was eager to show off, he ran into this guy; it was really rotten luck.
"Not fighting, it’s too stifling to fight you."
"Farewell, I concede!"
Luo Manghan said straightforwardly, leaping off the stage.
His action left all the spectators stunned. The famously brash Luo Manghan conceded without a fight.
It was truly as if the sun rose in the west today.
"Manghan, what are you doing, conceding before even fighting?" Luo Manghan’s companion asked curiously.
"Not fighting, there’s no fun in fighting this guy."
Luo Manghan waved his hand dismissively, sitting back down with a bored expression.
He had already been unable to defeat him before, and given the opponent’s astonishing progress speed, facing him would be purely self-torture.
That was, after all, someone who couldn’t even be defeated by the tough turtle-like Puxuan, with an extraordinary body technique, notoriously slippery.
Fighting him, one would get stifled to death.
"Whoa, Luo Manghan actually conceded?!"
Deng An widened his eyes in disbelief.
He had wanted to witness the strength of this newly promoted Infinite Sect True Disciple, but as soon as the name was announced, Luo Manghan directly conceded.
"Brother Youwei, give me a hint, what’s this little master uncle’s true strength?" Deng An eagerly asked Huang Youwei.
"Hey, just keep watching and you’ll find out." Huang Youwei chuckled.
He glanced towards Heng Qiming’s direction, grinning proudly, eager to see Heng Qiming’s reaction when he was pushed off the Hidden Dragon List.
