Time passed quickly, and it was one-thirty in the afternoon when the referee in the arena shouted, "Disciples of the Yanhuo Sect and Luozhong Sect, please wait in the preparation area."
Zhou Fu tucked the Kanglong Club to his waist and stood up.
Yu Daohen patted Zhou Fu's shoulder, "Don't be nervous, fight well."
Zhou Fu nodded and stepped towards the martial arts stage.
Looking at Zhou Fu's departing back, Yu Daohen was still a little uneasy.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, seeing Yu Daohen's expression, teased, "Oh, why the scene of a doting father sending his son off?"
Yu Daohen gave Zhang Xiaoqiang an annoyed glare, feeling a sense of emotion.
When had he become so sentimental?
On the martial arts stage, two figures slowly emerged.
The crowd in the stands focused their attention on the two on the stage.
On the stage, the young man cupped his fists with a proud expression, "I am Cheng Liang of the Luozhong Sect."
Zhou Fu's expression was serious, and he also clasped his fist, "Zhou Fu of the Yanhuo Sect."
Cheng Liang looked disdainful. His talent had been praised by the sect leader, and he was destined to surpass Yu Daohen in the future.
Cheng Liang's talent was among the best in the sect. He could learn in eight months what others took a year to learn.
When he first joined the sect a year ago, the sect leader praised his talent as being no less than that of the peerless prodigy Yu Daohen.
However, Cheng Liang did not know that the sect leader's words were just casual remarks, meant to encourage him to study diligently.
But who would have thought that the sect leader's casual remark would become Cheng Liang's capital of pride?
Since both sides are ready, let us begin. As soon as the referee finished speaking, he stepped off the martial arts stage.
Cheng Liang directly drew the short sword at his waist and said proudly, "This weapon was made by the Zhenbao Sect; it is not comparable to ordinary weapons."
Zhou Fu ignored him and directly drew the Kanglong Club at his waist, retorting uncharacteristically, "This is our sect leader's treasure; how can it be compared to your scrap metal?"
The moment Cheng Liang saw the Kanglong Club, he couldn't believe his eyes, "This, this, this, how could Brother Yu bear to let an ordinary disciple use his Kanglong Club?"
The Kanglong Club was the supreme weapon, and even the Zhenbao Sect's ultimate treasure could not compare to it.
To see it in the hands of an unknown disciple today.
It was truly an insult to the Kanglong Club.
Seeing the expression on Cheng Liang's face, Zhou Fu felt a surge of satisfaction.
So this is why confronting people feels so good. The sect leader was right; at my age, I should possess the arrogance befitting my age.
We are of the same generation; why should I be inferior to him?
Seeing that his weapon was inferior to Zhou Fu's, Cheng Liang snorted, "A good weapon is useless; one must be strong themselves. Strength is the ultimate principle."
Cheng Liang chuckled and prepared to gather the qi within his body to cast a spell to subdue this fellow.
After all, spells were his strong suit.
Seeing this, Zhou Fu stomped on the ground, swung the Kanglong Club in his hand, and slashed fiercely at Cheng Liang, muttering, "Also, you are not qualified to call our sect leader brother."
You are not worthy!!
Seeing Zhou Fu swing the Kanglong Club at him, Cheng Liang, though surprised, raised his dagger to block.
Bang!
The moment the two weapons collided, Cheng Liang felt his arm go numb. He stumbled backward, his face filled with disbelief.
How could this guy have so much strength?
Zhou Fu did not hesitate, swinging the Kanglong Club in a furious onslaught.
Cheng Liang had never experienced such an attack and could only raise his dagger to block Zhou Fu's fierce assault.
After several exchanges, although Cheng Liang blocked every blow, he was forced to retreat several meters. Cold sweat trickled down his cheeks, and his arm trembled slightly, clearly showing signs of exhaustion.
In the sect, Cheng Liang had always focused on practicing spells and neglected combat techniques.
If he encountered a master of close-quarters combat, he would have no ability to resist.
Cheng Liang only now realized that he had underestimated the dark-skinned fellow in front of him.
In close combat, he was no match for him. Only by creating distance and engaging in a spell battle could he have a chance to win.
However, even though Cheng Liang had realized this, it was too late. Zhou Fu gave him no opportunity, and the Kanglong Club in his hands continued to smash down relentlessly.
Zhou Fu also knew that there was a significant gap between his spells and Cheng Liang's. If Cheng Liang could create distance, he would be passively beaten. Therefore, he continuously swung the Kanglong Club, as if intending to wear the opponent down to death.
The pressure and unease Zhou Fu had felt in recent days all erupted at this moment, determined to knock Cheng Liang to the ground.
Zhou Fu's offensive was too fierce, and Cheng Liang could only defend passively, with no room to counterattack.
After a few more rounds, Cheng Liang was already panting heavily from exhaustion.
In any competition, once one loses their composure, defeat is inevitable.
Cheng Liang tried to create an opening to create distance while defending, and the speed of his dagger slowed down.
Suddenly, Zhou Fu seized the opening and delivered a beautiful diagonal slash towards Cheng Liang's shoulder.
Cheng Liang, unable to dodge in time, was struck by the powerful blow of the Kanglong Club, sending him staggering backward and his dagger flying out of his hand.
Zhou Fu, unwilling to let such a golden opportunity slip away, gripped the Kanglong Club with both hands, raised it above his head, and brought it down fiercely towards Cheng Liang's head.
Just as the Kanglong Club was less than half a meter from Cheng Liang's head, Cheng Liang shielded his forehead and shouted, "I surrender!!"