Chapter 72: War with Wei Ding (Fourth Update)

  Wei Zhen's smile froze on his face, and he almost bit his tongue off. He stared at Wei Hong on the stage with a shocked expression, wondering if he had misheard what he just said.

  At this time, Wei Fa's face also showed a hint of surprise, but soon, the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold smile: "Since you want to die ahead of time, then I'll save myself some trouble."

  Off the court, one by one, they stared at Wei Hong like monsters. After all, although Wei Ding was not one of the top powerhouses in the Wei family, his reputation was not weak at all.

  "Wei Hong, take a closer look, have you really thought it through?" Wei Xiangyang's face showed a hint of concern at this time. It was well-known that Wei Hong and Wei Lao were extremely valued, if something happened to him in the martial arena, Wei Lao would probably not forgive himself first.

  "Elder Wei, I've already made up my mind. Let's go with Wei Ding."

  In the arena, with so many people watching, Wei Xiangyang could only remind him, looking at Wei Hong's appearance, Wei Xiangyang could only secretly pray that Wei Ding would not be too excessive later.

  "Since you've decided that, then it's up to you. However, Wei Ding isn't here, I'll send someone to call him over." Wei Xiangyang said calmly with a restored expression.

  "This generation of disciples is really ignorant of the heights and depths! Those two are still okay, one has a gun intent, one has a sword intent, what does this guy have to rely on?" A square-faced young man in the audience said with disdain.

  "Heh heh, even if he had something to rely on, he shouldn't have gone to find Wei Ding for a duel without knowing life or death. Who is that? That's just a madman." Another person also lightly laughed and said after the square-faced youth finished speaking.

  "Look, maybe this person has some other tricks up their sleeve." Another person also spoke up, but what he said was something even he himself didn't believe.

  ……

  The whispers of the crowd finally made some young men from the Wei family's branch realize what had happened. Wei Ze, at this moment, tightly grasped his long sword and gazed at Wei Hong on the stage, although his face was proud, in his heart, he also felt a thread of admiration for Wei Hong.

  "Hmph, currying favor with the crowd, he's simply asking for death." Wei Yihang's face revealed a hint of cold smile as he spoke disdainfully.

  "Unknown, what do you think Wei Hong is thinking? With his strength, he can completely defeat people of the same level, why bother provoking others?" Wei Ning's face showed a hint of worry and asked in confusion.

  "This is his character, this is Wei Hong." Wei Wuming could empathize with Wei Hong's emotions. One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers; he was also a proud person at heart and naturally wanted to find the strongest swordmaster, so they would fight first.

  Not long after, a red-clad young man came into view from afar, his entire body clad in red clothes that seemed to gleam with an otherworldly light. What drew the eye even more, however, was his rather disheveled hair and the faintly menacing scar above his left eyebrow.

  As he walked step by step, everyone's eyes were fixed on him. In the boy's eyes, a fierce and menacing gaze flashed from time to time, and the killing intent on his body grew stronger.

  If it's said that the murderous aura on people like Wei Zhi is due to the accumulation of killing too many people, then after seeing the young man, it seems as if his murderous aura is innate.

  Wei Ding, also one of the top ten masters of the Wei family, was born with a cruel nature. He was born in the wild and his parents were eaten by a group of tigers when he was young, so he grew up in a tiger's den, making his personality naturally violent.

  When fighting with others, he can't control his own temperament. If it's said that Wei Zhi and others will bleed when they fight, then Wei Ding will not stop until one of them dies when he fights. When he clashes with others, his ferocity erupts and is fundamentally uncontrollable.

  But Wei Ding was highly perceptive, and his cruel and tyrannical personality made him extremely skilled in knife techniques. In Fog City, it could be said that except for Kuang's Crazy East, there was no one who could match Wei Ding's knife skills.

  Ferocious and ruthless, with swordsmanship that overpowers all others. Engaging in a trial of strength would inevitably result in loss of life or severe injury to oneself. Such reckless behavior made even the likes of Wei Chen and Wei Fa from the Wei family reluctant to engage in a trial of strength with Wei Ding.

  Wei Ding's actions made the young people of the Wei family look at Wei Hong as if they were looking at a dead man, and they watched as Wei Ding stepped onto the martial arts arena. The scene below instantly fell silent.

  "If... if we were to fight, I... I wouldn't be able to control myself. You're sure... you want to fight me, and... and you're not even my match." Wei Ding walked up onto the stage, looking at Wei Hong with a slightly difficult expression.

  "Heh, not necessarily." Wei Hong smiled faintly and directly took out the Badao from his hand, pointing it at Wei Ding. His entire demeanor changed as he said in a deep voice: "Draw your sword!"

  Only to see Wei Ding's back, the big knife automatically fell out, tightly grasped in his hand. At this time, on Wei Ding's slightly ferocious face, the scar above his eyebrow twitched, making him look even more terrifying. His martial artist seventh-grade aura was fully displayed.

  "Ah."

  A loud roar like a beast, his footsteps moved, and he charged directly at Wei Hong. Wei Hong's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he fought together with Wei Ding.

  Wow!

  Wow!

  A fierce collision, the two men's fight was completely an unreasonable fight, like a madman, but from the beginning, Wei Hong was obviously at a disadvantage.

  "Good, refreshing, come again."

  Wei Hong did not expect that Wei Ding's power would be so great, causing his hands to feel a bit numb. However, in his heart, he felt extremely pleased. He had sought out Wei Ding for a duel in order to improve his skills on the edge of life and death.

  "Dragon Slash."

  Wei Ding's eyes were filled with murderous intent, his tightly gripped large knife chopping directly at Wei Hong. In the midst of the illusion, it was like a fierce and violent dragon, seeking to strike down Wei Hong with one blow.

  "Overlord, eternal long sword."

  Wei Hong's face also turned solemn, and he clearly felt a hint of death's breath, directly casting out the first move of the Overlord Sword, preparing to resist Wei Ding.

  "Boom!"

  A fierce collision directly caused a shattering sound in the air, and various sword marks were left on the martial arts arena.

  Wei Hong barely managed to block Wei Ding's first strike, but before he could even catch his breath, Wei Ding launched another attack.

  "Green Dragon Slash."

  Wei Ding's loud shout was followed by a knife move, and the illusory figure transformed into a green dragon, its aura even more terrifying than the first strike. Wei Hong dared not be careless and directly launched the second style of the Overlord Sword, colliding with Wei Ding.

  "Hmph."

  Wei Hong was directly forced back by Wei Ding. Under pressure, he spat out fresh blood and his face turned slightly pale.

  "Hmph, Wei Ding's Triple Slash Technique. As a martial artist of the fifth rank, how can you possibly withstand it? You're courting death." In the crowd, Wei Fa's face wore a cold smile as he sneered in a cold voice.

  "It's better to lose, best to be killed directly." Wei Yihang, at this time, also had a hint of happiness on his face.

  "Brother, Wei Hong is going to lose, hurry up and stop Wei Ding from making the killing move."

  "Don't mention me, even if the elder himself comes out, Wei Ding won't easily back down. I hope Wei Hong is lucky enough." Upon hearing his sister's words, a hint of bitterness and concern flashed across Wei Zhen's face as he spoke.

  "Violet Dragon Slash."

  At this moment, Wei Ding's eyes had no one else in them, his heart only had one thought, to kill the person in front of him. With a soft shout from him, suddenly, the sound of a dragon's roar echoed.

  His big knife directly chopped towards Wei Hong's face, which was slightly pale. The purple dragon let out a long howl, opening its bloody mouth wide. This strike seemed to be able to instantly shatter Wei Hong.

  Below the stage, Wei Ning and Wei Wuming's faces changed greatly. Neither of them had expected that such a reversal would occur on stage, and at this moment, Wei Hong was even in danger of losing his life.