Damn it! It also consumes a lot of money. The two people in front of you were defeated one by one by you. It's so expensive!
This excuse is simply shameless!
"Oh, since Brother Du has consumed too much, how about I wait for you on the field for a while while you meditate and adjust your breath. After you recover everything, how about I compete with you again?"
After hearing Du Meng's shameless words, Mu Yu naturally couldn't let him go so easily and said very considerately.
After hearing Mu Yu's words, everyone in the audience felt happy and shouted loudly: "Du Meng, I have asked you to rest, so don't shirk it."
"you… "
Du Meng didn't expect that Mu Yu would speak like this, making him unable to step down.
I couldn't help but regret in my heart, and wanted to slap myself secretly. Why were I trying to show off? Now that I'm better, I'm going to be tortured.
At this time, Du Meng could only pretend to sit on the ground, meditate and adjust his breath, secretly thinking about ways to deal with Mu Yu.
But when I think back to yesterday's battle, the more I think about it, the less hope I have of victory.
A stick of incense has passed.
Du Meng still sat on the ground with a sad expression.
However, the onlookers gave up!
"Du Meng, if you continue to meditate like this, it will get dark soon."
"You're not delaying on purpose. If you want to fight, hurry up."
Du Meng knew that he had no way to escape anymore.
He had no choice but to endure his scalp and stood up, looking at Mu Yu as if facing a formidable enemy, his legs trembling non-stop.
Mu Yu looked at it and couldn't help but want to laugh. He stretched out a palm in an inviting gesture.
Seeing Mu Yu despise him so much, Du Meng gritted his teeth and showed a trace of cruelty in his eyes.
He held the long sword tightly in his hand and began to slowly accumulate the momentum in his body.
His set of sword moves is called Moon Blade Shake. The longer it accumulates, the stronger the momentum will be and the greater the damage will be done.
He was praying secretly in his heart, please don't attack, don't attack...
Mu Yu seemed to have heard his prayer, and he really stood there silently, not attacking him, but just watching him indifferently as he continued to accumulate strength.
A quarter of an hour later, the fear in Du Meng's heart had completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of successful madness. His Moon Blade Shake was now fully charged.
Even the master in his sect would find it difficult to resist the Moon Blade Shake with such extreme power, let alone such a young boy. Could he be stronger than his master
Thinking of this, Du Meng yelled crazily, "Go to hell!"
As the words fell, the tip of the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into brilliant light. At this time, it no longer even looked like a moon blade, but was comparable to the brilliance of the sun.
"Moon-blade-shake!"
At this time, the bright light separated from the tip of Du Meng's sword and turned into an extremely large light blade, cutting towards Mu Yu with a destructive aura.
"hiss!"
Seeing Du Meng unleash such a powerful blow, everyone in the audience gasped.
Such a powerful force would blow up the entire competition stage.
No! Even the audience where they are sitting will be affected.
Thinking of this, everyone stepped back dozens of feet and reached a safe area.
Liu Qian shook his head bitterly and said, "Brother Jia is still too careless. If he attacked Du Meng from the beginning, how could he have accumulated the strength to deliver such a powerful blow?"