Chapter 162: All Defeated!

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Simple MTL

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The two on the arena were engaged in a fierce fight.

Those who could come here were all talented people and had rich battle experience.

While the two were fighting, Andrew suddenly landed in the arena.

He grabbed one with one hand each and threw both of them out.

Andrew raised his head to look at the tall building next to him.

“You descendants of the Holy Lands actually ganged up to bully me. Now I’m waiting in the arena. Whoever wants to challenge me, just step out!”

Andrew shouted these words in front of everyone.

In his opinion, this opportunity was too good.

He could beat all the descendants of the Holy Lands to the ground in advance.

In the lounge just now, the strongest descendant of the Holy Lands was the man with a long saber on his back.

He looked at Owen.

“Just now, you exchanged blows with him. What level do you think his strength is?”

Owen was dumbfounded.

The blood at the corner of his mouth hadn’t even been wiped clean yet.

Just now, that was called exchanging blows?

He did indeed make a move, but Andrew just let out a breath and sent him flying.

This was called exchanging blows?

Wasn’t this a one-sided beating?

“Something’s wrong,” a disciple of the Holy Lands muttered.

“I heard that this guy only became a seventh stage martial artist a dozen days ago. How did his strength suddenly reach this level? Could it be that there’s something wrong with our information?”

But at this moment, Andrew was currently cursing loudly on the stage.

He was madly belittling the disciples of the Holy Lands.

There were many reporters in the surroundings taking pictures. They couldn’t just leave Andrew alone.

“It’s my fault. I’ll go first!” Owen growled.

He jumped out and landed on the stage.

Behind him, more than fifty disciples of the Holy Lands also jumped out and landed on the side of the stage.

At this time, all of them released their auras together.

The weakest among them was a seventh stage martial artist, and they were invincible among seventh stage martial artists of the same level.

They released their aurae at the same time, and a terrifying pressure rose up into the sky.

A huge shockwave faintly appeared in the sky, suppressing the surrounding weaker spectators, making it difficult for them to breathe.

“Where did so many experts come from?”

Many of the spectators asked in fear.

After all, they didn’t know anything about the six great Holy Lands.

Soon, some people began to explain.

When everyone knew what the six great Holy Lands were, the audience was furious.

Just now, Andrew jumped out and said that the descendants of the six great Holy Lands were working together to bully him.

Moreover, even if Andrew didn’t say it, they still had eyes. They saw with their own eyes that sixty strong people were releasing pressure on one Grandmaster Thunderblade.

“Too Shameless! Grandmaster Thunderblade is our youngest grandmaster. They can’t bully others just because they are young!”

“Grandmaster Thunderblade has killed so many demonic beasts and defended humans! How can he be treated like this?”

Andrew fell silent.

He couldn’t figure out why these audience members were speaking for him like this.

Could it be because he was weaker?

With so many martial artists bullying him together, did everyone have sympathy?

Owen stepped forward and released his terrifying power.

A wave of energy surged from his body and shot into the sky.

The surrounding audience was stunned.

“A ninth-rank martial artist? He’s actually such a young ninth-rank martial artist!”

“You’ve repeatedly insulted the name of our Holy Lands. I will definitely not let you off easily.”

Owen seemed to want to say something else.

But Andrew had already made his move.

The Kunwu Blade in his hand slashed forward.

A 100-meter-long thunderbolt sword light descended from the sky and stuck close to Owen’s body, cutting the entire arena into two halves.

“All of you descendants of the Holy Lands, attack together. I’m in a hurry.”

Andrew said calmly.

..

At this moment, in a hotel not far from New York University.

The top fighters were eating here.

They had hired the best Michelin Chefs, and they came from all over the United States. They ensured that the dishes here were diverse, and all of them were extremely delicious.

Any strong person could eat the food they liked here.

The dinner had just begun when Clayton’s cell phone suddenly rang.

Just as he picked up the phone, Chris’s anxious voice came from the other end.

“Director, come quickly. Something bad has happened!”

“What’s wrong?” Clayton frowned, having an ominous feeling in his heart.

..

At this moment, in the stadium where the National Martial Arts Conference was held.

The arena was gone.

After Andrew struck out with his blade just now, the whole stage shattered.

The 60 disciples from the Holy Lands were all lying on the ground.

None of them died, but they couldn’t get up either.

Andrew sighed. “I thought that you people from the Holy Lands would have some good strength.

“But this is too disappointing.”

Andrew clapped his hands and sighed.

It took less than a minute to defeat these people in front of him.

At this time, these descendants of the Holy Lands were lying on the ground, their bodies aching.

The most important thing was that their state of mind had collapsed.

It was too easy for Andrew to beat them up. Basically, it was just a slap, and they all flipped over.

Even the strongest among them, the man with the long blade, was also sent flying with a slap. There was no accident.

These proud descendants of the Holy Lands had never thought that they would lose to a seventh-grade martial artist that they looked down on.

Oh, right, it wasn’t that they couldn’t win, but they were completely crushed.

The most miserable one was Owen, who took a blow from Andrew the moment he got up.

Even though he wasn’t directly struck by lightning, he was still affected by it. At this moment, he was lying on the ground without consciousness. His entire body was charred black, and he was even emitting the aroma of roasted meat.

These descendants of the Holy Lands simply could not believe it.

Their division of strength was based on the rules of the Divine Realm.

Above the ninth grade, it was not called the Ultimate realm.

It was called the True God realm!

They were sure that Andrew’s strength had reached the True God realm.

What kind of concept was this?

An eighteen-year-old True God realm martial artist?

Had anyone heard of it?

In any case, they had never heard of it.

The six great Holy Lands had been passed down for so many years, and they already had a complete set of cultivation guidelines on how to cultivate martial arts.

In addition, the places where the six great Holy Lands were located were not simple. The density of spiritual Qi was several times that of the outside world.

The speed of cultivation in the Holy Lands was also several times that of the outside world.

Moreover, they also had many special techniques that could temper the body or improve spiritual power.

But even so, there were not many people who had become True Gods before the age of thirty.

Not to mention people like Andrew, who had become True Gods at the age of eighteen.

It was simply unbelievable.

Andrew was about to call it a day when he suddenly raised his head and saw Carl standing in the distance.

It wouldn’t be perfect if he didn’t knock Carl over.

Carl noticed his gaze and said awkwardly,

“This matter has nothing to do with me. I don’t have a good relationship with them either. I wanted to fight with them just now.”

Andrew thought for a moment. It seemed to be the case, so he let it go.