Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 499: Sweeping performance

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Meng Jingzhou, cowering under Lu Yang's oppressive might, was forced to agree to the previous conditions: this time he would support Lu Yang, and next time Lu Yang would support him.

The battle between the two prodigies of the era, though staged, showed no signs of holding back their power.

The arena was filled with seasoned cultivators. If they held back, it would be too easy to spot the flaws, so both fought with all their might.

Their clash was like a storm, with strength, speed, and reflexes that left the other prodigies on the stage gaping. Winning a state-level competition seemed insignificant in comparison; the gap between prodigies was vast.

Even those who had started over after dispersing their cultivation were secretly alarmed.

They had gone through so much to start over, yet they still couldn't match true prodigies.

The competition of this era was truly terrifying!

Lu Yang displayed exquisite swordsmanship, even making Ming Tai feel inferior. Meng Jingzhou's fist techniques, inherited from the Third Elder, showcased the advantages of body cultivation to the fullest. His body was trained to perfection, without a single flaw, even the Tribulation Crossing stage elders couldn't find fault.

"The Meng family's bloodline is truly terrifying..."

An elder murmured in admiration. Despite causing trouble in the imperial capital, the Meng family remained the top family, relying on undeniable absolute strength.

The Meng family's power even made these Tribulation Crossing stage elders uneasy.

And the strength the Meng family displayed was not even all they had.

Meng Jingzhou's punches were grand, filled with masculine energy, capable of subduing demons and shaking the heavens, unstoppable, making even fierce beasts cower.

Lu Yang's sword energy was vast, like a river bursting its banks, cutting through the punches.

Their battle was intense and evenly matched, making the watching prodigies sweat and stare unblinkingly at the arena.

Only by concentrating could they keep up with the two's movements.

These were true peers, and what they learned from them would greatly benefit their future battles.

Cough!

Meng Jingzhou, caught off guard, had his shoulder grazed by sword energy, causing his blood to spill and putting him at a disadvantage. Lu Yang seized the opportunity, giving him no chance to breathe.

"Meng Jingzhou, don't give up!"

Someone shouted from the heart. Meng Jingzhou represented the prodigies of this era, their hope. They didn't want the Heavenly Court Sect to win.

"Defeat that Young Sect Master Lu!"

"Show them that this is Great Xia, not their ancient era of dominance!"

The shouts reached Meng Jingzhou's ears, but against absolute acting, any calls were useless.

"Earth-Shaking Six Forms!" Meng Jingzhou, greatly encouraged, veins bulging, eyes bloodshot, was ready to fight desperately.

Lu Yang extended two fingers, wiping them on the blade, using his blood to sacrifice the sword, and unleashed his ultimate move.

"Void-Breaking Sword Technique!"

Boom!

Both drained all their spiritual power for the final showdown, raising a cloud of dust.

Swish—

A figure flew backward, coughing blood, severely injured.

"It's the Heavenly Court Sect's person who flew out!"

Someone cheered. This so-called Young Sect Master Lu was seriously injured, something that hadn't happened before!

Lu Yang knelt on one knee, his sword stabbed into the ground, dazed from the impact.

But before the crowd could celebrate, the dust settled, revealing Meng Jingzhou lying on the ground, blood flowing everywhere, his breath weak, more severely injured than Lu Yang!

Meng Jingzhou's fingers twitched, he struggled to open his eyes, tried several times to get up, but his limbs seemed uncontrollable, unable to stand.

He had no choice but to give up getting up in frustration.

In contrast, though Lu Yang was heavily injured and kneeling, he still had the strength to smile and speak.

The outcome was decided.

The referee gritted his teeth. Letting an ancient person win was a disgrace to Great Xia, but as a referee, he couldn't be biased.

"I declare, Meng Jingzhou... defeated."

The last two words were mumbled, trembling, taking a long time to utter.

The referee stepped forward to check Meng Jingzhou's injuries, relieved to find they were severe but not fatal, not shaking his foundation.

The five kings of the Heavenly Court Sect rushed to the arena, helping the Young Sect Master up.

"Young Sect Master, are you alright?"

"Cough cough, I won't die. It was a truly exhilarating fight." Lu Yang was still smiling, blood at the corner of his mouth.

King of Golden Flames quickly took out a small bottle, uncorked it, and a fragrant Dan pill scent filled the arena. He poured out two golden pills, feeding them to Lu Yang. Lu Yang sat down to meditate, his injuries and spiritual power rapidly recovering.

...

Meng Jingzhou lost.

The prodigy of the Mid Golden Elixir stage lost.

Many couldn't accept this fact.

So close, they were so close to winning!

The Seventh Elder's Dan pills were effective. Lu Yang soon recovered, surrounded by the five kings, smiling as he stood up, looking at the solemn five major sect leaders and First Prince Jiang Qun.

"It seems the prodigies of this era have some skills. Not bad, but it's just some skills, nothing more."

These words stirred the crowd, too arrogant. What did he mean by "nothing more"? The gap between the two was minimal, any small detail could decide the outcome. If they fought again, who knew who would win!

"Young Sect Master Lu, it seems you don't take the prodigies of this era seriously. You should know there's always someone better, and the world isn't yours alone." Master Lu looked at Young Sect Master Lu meaningfully, the threat in his words clear to all.

Young Sect Master Lu sneered, as if mocking Master Lu's ignorance: "There's always someone better? That's just an excuse losers make for themselves. In terms of talent, who can compare to me?"

King of the Underworld looked disdainfully at the crowd: "If not for the ancient immortals suppressing the Young Sect Master, he would have become an immortal in ancient times, no need to wait until today."

Young Sect Master Lu glanced at the solemn King of the Underworld, impatiently waving his hand: "Underworld Protector, enough. I'm in a good mood today, don't talk about these unpleasant things."

"Yes."

King of the Underworld fell silent, stepping back like a statue.

The crowd gasped, their shock beyond words. Was Young Sect Master Lu's talent so high that even immortals were jealous?

What kind of extraordinary talent was this?

There were only four recorded ancient immortals, and their talents were never documented.

In other words, Young Sect Master Lu's talent was unprecedented, never recorded in any book.

"Just boasting. If Young Sect Master Lu is so confident, why not spar with me?"

To everyone's surprise, Master Lu leaped from the stands, landing steadily in the arena.

"Master Lu is also Mid Golden Elixir stage, a worthy opponent, but I don't like his tone." Young Sect Master Lu played with his fingers, speaking slowly.

Their eyes met, sparks flying. The five kings wisely retreated, not wanting to disturb the Young Sect Master's interest.

"Shall we?"

"Let's!"