Weapon Master Chapter 147

Chapter 147
"Mu Yan and Meng Zixuan will be in the first group, Tang Long and Leng Yinshuang will be in the same group, so Tang Huan and Tang Si should be in the third group.
"Didn't you hear it earlier? After Tang Huan drew Tang Si, Tang Si immediately admitted defeat."
"Are you for real?"
"Tang Si admits defeat? He doesn't want the 'Phoenix Flame Essence' anymore? "
Tang Si's strength should not be as good as Tang Huan's. Furthermore, his relationship with Tang Huan seems to be pretty good, if that's the case, why should he go all out and fight to the death? "
"There's something fishy!" There must be something fishy! Otherwise, why would it have been that Tang Huan had chosen this Tang Huan and not Meng Zixuan or Leng Yinshuang? "
"Tang Huan won without fighting, and entered the top three, the advantage is too big, maybe he really will get first place this time."
"..."
With shouts from above and below, Tang Huan and Tang Si returned to the resting area and sat down beside Gu Ying and Gu Fei.
"To be able to meet in this round, your luck is quite good."
Gu Ying looked at the two of them with envy.
Whether it was to Tang Huan or to Tang Si, the result of such a drawing was extremely good. Tang Huan could use this opportunity to recuperate and store up energy. Preparing for the next round, and Tang Si didn't need to go all out against his opponent.
If the one he met wasn't Tang Huan, Tang Si would never admit defeat so easily, an intense battle would definitely break out between him and his opponent, and Tang Si's methods were actually not suitable for such a competition. If he didn't dare to face Meng Zixuan or Leng Yinshuang, he might even be injured and lose in the end.
Without waiting for Tang Huan and Tang Si to speak, Gu Ying shot a glance at Leng Yinshuang, who was in the second round before, and said in a frustrated and depressed tone, "Unlike me, in the previous round, who was the bad one to choose, why did you choose that crazy old granny Leng Yinshuang, and end up like this!"
Before, when the battle had just ended, Gu Ying's appearance was indeed very miserable.
Not only was the red robe on his body sliced into pieces, there were also tens of wounds of varying sizes all over his body. None of the wounds were fatal, but they made him bleed profusely. He looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood, extremely terrifying.
If Gu Ying had not admitted defeat in the end, he might have truly become the first Martial Warriors to die because of excessive loss of blood.
"You are indeed quite unlucky."
Looking at the pale-faced Gu Ying, Tang Huan felt some sympathy.
Gu Ying had an extremely fatal weakness, which was encountering a woman's opponent. He was quite protective of the woman, and would always leave her some leeway. If the female opponent was weak, it wouldn't be a big deal to take care of her, but Leng Yinshuang wasn't weak at all.

In that round of fighting, Leng Yinshuang had grabbed onto Gu Ying's weakness, and started attacking him crazily using wounds instead of wounds. In the end, Gu Ying became timid and passive. When he tried to retaliate without caring about anything else, he already felt that he did not have enough strength left.
"You yourself are disappointing and even have the face to blame others. If you meet me, let's see if she dares to use such a method." However, Tang Si taunted her bluntly.
"If it was you, you might have already been beaten to the ground by her."
"..."
"Here it comes again."
Seeing the two of them fighting like chickens, Tang Huan and Gu Fei almost simultaneously moved further away from each other. After exchanging glances with Gu Fei, Tang Huan turned to look at the arena in the blink of an eye. The battle between Mu Yan, Meng Zixuan, Tang Long and Leng Yinshuang had already begun.
That woman Leng Yinshuang was indeed very good at seizing the opponent's weakness.
It was the same when he fought Gu Ying, and it was the same when he fought Tang Long. Tang Huan only took a few glances and he knew that the battle at Arena Number 2 was over.
Tang Long had suffered an injury in the previous round of sparring, but he was not fully recovered, so he wanted to fight with Leng Yinshuang.
However, Leng Yinshuang was not as he had wished, every time she attacked, she would be extremely powerful and strong, her movements was also extremely strange, it was always able to force Tang Long to fight head on, and it was just that after two to three hits, Tang Long had already revealed his defeat.
At most, he would be defeated in a few breaths' time.
After a while, Tang Huan turned his attention back to Contest Arena number one. Meng Zixuan was using a long sword that looked like white jade, and the weapon in Mu Yan's hand was a red ribbon that was a few meters long. He did not know what material it was made from, but sometimes it was soft like silk, and sometimes it was hard like iron.
Both of their combat skills walked the agile path, graceful as a dragon.
Watching them spar was indeed a sight to behold.
However, if one were to be caught within it, it was likely that one would not have such a feeling. Within such a beautiful and eye-pleasing technique, killing intent was everywhere. A moment of carelessness could put one in a dangerous situation.
Tang Huan observed for a moment, he already had a rough estimate in his heart.
The strength of Mu Yan's Genuine Qi had almost reached the limits of Stage Five Martial Master, while Meng Zixuan's was slightly inferior by half. In addition, a silk-shaped weapon was even harder to control than a longsword, but in Mu Yan's hands, the silken ribbon was brought out to be at the peak of perfection, perfectly round and smooth. It was not inferior in the slightest to Meng Zixuan's longsword, and from this it could be seen that Mu Yan's control over the Genuine Qi was also above that of Meng Zixuan.

In this battle, Mu Yan had a high chance of winning.
However, in a battle of this degree, any change or accident could possibly occur, and it was still hard for Tang Huan to determine the outcome.
As he thought about it, Tang Huan was already completely immersed in the battle, he did not even realize that Tang Long had been defeated by Leng Yinshuang.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
After an unknown period of time, Tang Huan finally woke up from his stupor with a cry. It was Mu Yan's red ribbon that had knocked away the longsword in Meng Zixuan's hand, and landed heavily on her chest. The next moment, Meng Zixuan's slender body seemed to have received a heavy blow, and she staggered backwards.
"Meng Zixuan lost …" "Eh, that's not right?"
Tang Huan raised his eyebrows, a strange light flashing past his eyes, he could vaguely see a purple light following the red silk and extending upwards, in an instant, it had already reached Mu Yan's right palm. Immediately after, as if he was struck by lightning, Mu Yan screamed and released the Hong Ling in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
Meng Zixuan, who had just stabilized her footsteps, shot out like a black blur with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, the tip of her sword had already pressed against Mu Yan's throat.
At this time, Mu Yan seemed to have just recovered from the sudden turn of events. She felt the sharp edge of the blade on her neck and couldn't help but turn pale.
"This battle, Meng Zixuan wins!"
Not long later, the results of the battle were announced. Meng Zixuan sheathed her sword and walked out of the competition arena with a smile, her fair and fair face showing a sickly bright red under the light of the flames. Her soft breasts were also visibly moving up and down.
Mu Yan stared blankly into space for a long time before leaving the arena as if he had just awoken from a dream. In between his brows, there was an unconcealable sense of suspicion and disappointment.
"What exactly is that purple light?"
Tang Huan's gaze followed the figure of Meng Zixuan, his heart filled with doubt. The thing that she turned the tables on at the last moment caused him to be quite curious.