Contest

"Old Lu, don't worry. I won't make you lose too miserably." Meng Jingzhou was very loyal to his brother, declaring that he would leave Lu Yang plenty of dignity.

Lu Yang's face darkened. Meng Jingzhou, do you have no shame at all? I can't use the Seven-Star Sword Formation, and I can't use the Village in the Palm of My Hand. Do you want me to roast you to death with a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire?

The Seven-Star Sword Formation and the Village in the Palm of My Hand were techniques Lu Yang had used under the identity of Young Cult Master Lu, so he definitely couldn't use them in front of the entire crowd.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation had also been reserved for Young Cult Master Lu, so it was unusable as well.

Against other cultivators of the same level, Lu Yang was confident he could defeat them without using these trump cards.

But Meng Jingzhou was different. If he didn't get serious, there was no way he could fight him.

"Then I'll take a step back. How about I promise not to use the Single Curse Fist?" Meng Jingzhou said magnanimously.

Lu Yang suspected that the reason no one dared to fight Meng Jingzhou was that no one dared take his Single Curse Fist.

Once struck by it, they would spend the rest of their lives falling into the same miserable fate as Meng Jingzhou.

Of course, Lu Yang wasn't much better off. His Lu-Style Arhat Fist was equally terrifying.

"...How about you don't take a step back? Try using it on me and see who has the harder life." Lu Yang had endured the immortals' trials without dying. He refused to believe that the Single Curse Fist could hurt him.

Meng Jingzhou pretended not to hear