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Chapter 1637 - 1637: Caravan, Intercepted

How could this happen?

The three elders presiding over the judgment beside the battle stage all stood up, a hint of surprise flashing across their faces.

They were all level two or three cultivators. Although they didn’t see clearly

what happened just now, they could understand it.

The timing and force of that strike were top-notch.

Even among first-level Armor Masters, such mastery was rare.

Below, among the spectators, there was an uproar.

He Yangsun defeated the young master of the Tao family, Tao Mingzhu, a level one Armor Master, with just one blow?

Was that even possible?

The people from the He family, including He Yulin, all looked shocked.

When did He Yangsun become so strong?

“This battle—” one of the judges began, but before he could finish, Tao Shuo, the head of the Tao family, who was not far away, spoke up.

“Hold on!”

Tao Shuo’s face was livid as he looked at the two on the stage and said loudly, “Judges, my son was just showing mercy to He Yangsun and didn’t want to use excessive force.

“That’s why He Yangsun succeeded in his sneak attack.

“I think anyone with the cultivation of a level-two Armor Master can understand.’

Tao Shuo looked around and said loudly, “My son didn’t lose!”

Didn’ t lose?

Isn’t that being a sore loser?

The people around started whispering.

Tao Shuo glared at Tao Mingzhu on the stage and shouted, “Tao Mingzhu, have you forgotten what I taught you?

“How can you be soft-hearted when fighting with others!”

Hearing his words, Tao Mingzhu looked ashamed. He gritted his teeth and nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Tao Mingzhu’s armor completely covered his entire body. The black spear in his hand was one foot and three inches long, emitting a faint halo.

A rematch!

Tao Mingzhu let out a low roar and took a step forward. He thrust the long spear towards He Yangsun’s neck.

This strike showed no mercy.

The long spear whistled like a dragon entering the sea, stirring up a roaring wind.

A faint dragon shadow rushed towards He Yangsun, seemingly intending to bite his neck.

This is the true standard of a level 1 Armor Master!

Let’s see if He Yangsun can withstand such an attack!

This time, He Yangsun did not strike directly. Instead, he took a step back.

It wasn’t difficult to defeat Tao Mingzhuo directly, but if he showed too much strength, it would be difficult to engage in further battles with others later on.

He Yangsun was still planning to win back the assets he had lost by gambling with others.

He took a step back, and the crowd below erupted into discussion.

This step back meant that He Yangsun was not as strong as everyone had imagined.

Since he was not that strong, this battle was still worth watching.

He Yangsun took a step back, and Tao Mingzhu heaved a sigh of relief. The spear in his hand turned into streams of light striking towards He Yangsun, each strike faster than the last.

He Yangsun did not clash head-on with his spear. He held the long saber horizontally in his hand and walked briskly.

He was adapting.

In his battle with the God-Slaying Battle Puppet, he was completely overwhelmed and could only fight with all his might.

Now, in a battle with someone weaker than himself, how to control the situation and how to engage with the least amount of force were part of his experience and training.

Whether it was armor or puppets, it was all about controlling auxiliary forces.

At this moment, as he comprehended the control of the battle situation once again, He Yangsun felt a different perspective.

In his eyes, Tao Mingzhu, with the strikes from his long spear, was nothing more than an ant waving its arms.

The cold light on the long spear appeared powerless.

And the courageous aura emanating from him was just futile struggling.

His opponent was not such a weakling.

He retreated and spun the long saber in his hand. Every strike was perfectly measured, making the opponent feel neither undefeatable nor unbeatable.

The people below the stage watched as Tao Mingzhu unleashed his full strength on the stage. He was like a roaring lion, his long spear carrying a torrential force.

However, strangely, He Yangsun, who was struck by the torrent, was not in danger but swayed like a floating duckweed, unaffected by the stormy waves.

No matter how divine your spear technique is, I only need one strike to penetrate the soul.

The feeling of watching a show was extremely exciting. They couldn’t help but cheer.

However, those experts who were at the second or even third level of cultivation had solemn expressions.

Up until now, He Yangsun hadn’t used his full strength at all. In fact, he hadn’t even exerted much of the power of his armor.

He was simply relying on his own cultivation, coupled with far superior spiritual perception than his opponent, to move around outside the spear’s

It looked dangerous, but in fact, it was extremely safe.

“I’m afraid he’s hiding a lot of his strength. Tao Mingzhu is no match for him,” a white-bearded judge standing at the side said in a low voice.

Not only him, but many others also realized that, based solely on Tao

Mingzhuo’s combat strength, he absolutely couldn’t harm He Yangsun.

At this moment, several elders from the Tao family and the head of the family, Tao Shuo, all had gloomy faces.

Losing a few shops wasn’t a big deal, but their young master being defeated like this was too humiliating to the Tao family.

“Tao Mingzhu, stop fooling around. Use your full strength!” Tao Shuo shouted.

Tao Mingzhu put away his spear and took a step back. He nodded with a solemn expression.

He understood his father’s meaning.

He didn’t have any stronger power, but he had a set of stronger armor.

This was prepared for him by his father, for him to refine when breaking through to the second-level armor master.

He couldn’t fully control the power of this armor yet, but he could use some of it.

With this armor, he was confident that he could defeat He Yangsun, even— A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

A fire burned in Tao Mingzhu’s heart..