Qiu Yingzong drew the long blade in his hand. Under his father's guidance, his martial skill could already double his combat power.
He wanted to use one move to display his potential for the Meng Family to see.
He was worth investing in.
Even if he wanted to be a dog of the Meng Family's direct line, it still depended on whether they were willing to have him.
"One move, and you lose."
Qiu Yingzong's aura surged. His vitality, as high as one hundred and twenty points, radiated heat more terrifying than a furnace.
As dust rose from the ground, the students standing close to the arena felt an incomparably oppressive weight in their chests.
Quite a few people revealed shocked expressions.
Very few people had the money to experience fighting opponents stronger than themselves in Martial Glory.
Many had not even fought a Level Ten Martial Artist before.
"What a powerful aura. I need to retreat another twenty meters before I feel like I can withstand it."
"Damn, no wonder the authorities issued announcements warning us not to clash with high-level martial artists. We can't even resist this aura's pressure!"
"Too strong. With one hundred and twenty points of vitality, someone with poor potential could already break through to Level 20."
Qiu Yingzong carried his blade. He liked the way these people looked as though they had never seen the world.
He knew that he would most likely have only one chance to strike.
But one strike was enough to seriously injure Xu Zhiming.
Xu Zhiming took a long spear from the weapon rack beside him.
He weighed it in his hand. As his vitality increased, suitable weapons were becoming fewer and fewer.
He had heard that some weapons could adjust their weight as needed, but they were extremely