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The morning sunlight filtered through the green mountains, scattering like shards of gold across the Chongdong Sect's Competition Arena. The ambiguous events of yesterday felt like a dream to Meng Hao, yet the faint scent of medicine from Sun Ruoshui and the subtle pressure around his waist reminded him that everything had indeed happened. As he looked at the bustling crowd in front of him, the fighting spirit that had surged within him was now replaced by an inexplicable heat.
“Meng Hao, how are you feeling?” Sun Ruoshui appeared by his side, her voice laced with concern. Her gaze inadvertently drifted to his waist, and a barely perceptible smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Meng Hao jolted awake, feeling the curious stares of disciples from various sects around him. His face flushed with embarrassment as he straightened up and lowered his voice, “Much better, thanks to your timely help.”
He instinctively glanced around and spotted Li Muqing standing not far away, his eyes fixed on Meng Hao with a sinister glare, as if he wanted to swallow him whole. Alarm bells rang in Meng Hao's mind; he knew today’s competition would not be peaceful.
“Be careful of Li Muqing; he’s quite treacherous,” Sun Ruoshui noticed Li Muqing's gaze as well. She leaned closer to Meng Hao's ear and whispered, her warm breath brushing against him, sending a shiver down his spine.
Meng Hao nodded and tightened his grip on the Heavenly Axe. The runes on the axe seemed to sense his emotions, flickering with light as a surge of resilient power flowed through it, calming him instantly.
The competition officially began.
With Bai Yunzi's command, disciples from various sects surged into the Competition Arena like a tidal wave, eager to showcase their skills. Standing among the crowd, Meng Hao felt like a small boat suddenly caught in a torrent, at risk of being swallowed by the waves. Yet there was no trace of cowardice in his eyes; instead, a fierce battle intent ignited within him.
In the first round of matches, Meng Hao faced a young disciple from a minor sect. The disciple was slender but boasted impressive martial skills. He launched into an elaborate sword technique right away, attempting to trap Meng Hao with a flurry of sword shadows.
“Childish tricks!” Meng Hao scoffed. The Heavenly Axe spun effortlessly in his hand, carving arcs through the air like a dragon in flight, instantly tearing apart the disciple's sword shadows. With one powerful swing, he unleashed a sharp sound that sent the disciple staggering back several steps, his sword clattering to the ground.
“Damn! This woodcutter... such strength!”
“This axe... it’s practically a Divine Weapon!”
Gasps erupted from the onlookers, their eyes wide with shock. They had expected Meng Hao to be nothing more than a brute but were astonished by his exquisite axe techniques. Standing in the center of the arena, he radiated an imposing aura, his gaze sharp as it swept across the crowd.
He reveled in this attention, feeling as if he had returned to the depths of the forest, cutting through thorns and obstacles.
In subsequent matches, Meng Hao continued to dominate. No matter what techniques his opponents employed, they were all cleaved apart by his axe strikes, showcasing overwhelming power. Each swing brought forth howling winds; each hit resonated with deep thuds that seemed to shake the entire Competition Arena.
Among the crowd, Li Muqing's expression grew increasingly grim. Watching Meng Hao shine on stage fueled the flames of jealousy within him. He had thought his plans were foolproof but hadn’t anticipated this woodcutter’s hidden depth.
“Hmph! The competition isn’t over yet!” A glint of malice flashed in Li Muqing's eyes as he quietly retreated to the back of the crowd. He pulled out a small vial from his pocket and discreetly poured several fragrant pills into his mouth.
He licked his lips and a strange smile crept across his face.
As the crucial rounds of the competition approached, Meng Hao's opponents grew increasingly formidable. One disciple from the Kongtong Sect, having reached the peak of the Meridian Realm, unleashed a palm strike that surged forward with a howling gust of wind, aimed directly at Meng Hao's face.
Instead of retreating, Meng Hao advanced, positioning the Heavenly Axe in front of him. The axe emitted a resonant hum as a bronze light enveloped his arms in an instant.
"Qingtong Arm!"
The disciple's palm struck heavily against Meng Hao's arms, producing a dull thud. However, the anticipated scene of Meng Hao being sent flying did not occur; he merely swayed slightly, the bronze light on his arms remaining steadfast.
"What... what kind of defense is this?" The disciple's expression changed drastically as he felt a counterforce surge back at him, causing his arms to go numb and forcing him to stumble back a few steps.
A glint flashed in Meng Hao's eyes as he sensed the power emanating from the axe, and he couldn't help but feel elated. The shield ability of the Heavenly Axe was indeed more powerful than he had imagined.
Not giving his opponent a moment to breathe, Meng Hao swung the Heavenly Axe like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, slicing through the air with tremendous force towards the disciple. With no way to evade, the disciple raised his arms to block but was struck by Meng Hao's axe and sent crashing heavily to the ground.
A hush fell over the crowd as everyone was stunned by Meng Hao's strength. A mere woodcutter possessed such astonishing power and defense; it was beyond their comprehension.
Just as Meng Hao prepared to conclude the battle and turn away, a sharp shadow suddenly darted out from the crowd, heading straight for his back.
"Meng Hao, be careful!" Sun Ruoshui shouted urgently, her voice laced with panic, but it was already too late.
The shadow moved with incredible speed, carrying a chilling wind that aimed for Meng Hao's heart. It was a poisoned dagger that glimmered ominously under the sunlight.
Meng Hao's heart sank as he instinctively sensed the murderous intent behind him through his connection with the Heavenly Axe. He spun around sharply; the Heavenly Axe swept out like lightning, cutting through the air with a thunderous roar.
"Clang!"
The dagger collided with the axe, producing a crisp metallic sound. The dagger was sent flying while the shadow revealed itself to be Li Muqing!
"Li Muqing, how dare you plot against me!" Bai Yunzi shouted furiously, his face pale and eyes blazing with anger.
Li Muqing ignored their shouts of outrage, his eyes gleaming with mad hatred as he lunged at Meng Hao once more. His hands clawed forward, fingertips shimmering with dark light—clearly laced with deadly poison.
"Die! You worthless woodcutter!" Li Muqing screamed as his attacks grew even more ferocious.
A cold light flickered in Meng Hao's eyes; he realized that Li Muqing had completely lost his sanity. No longer holding back, he wielded the Heavenly Axe with renewed vigor, and the brilliance of Qingtong Arm intensified even further.
"There's no mercy for the wicked, and defiance will not be tolerated!" Meng Hao shouted, wielding the Heavenly Axe with a thunderous force as it descended upon Li Muqing.
The axe carried unmatched power, tearing through the air as if it were being ripped apart. Li Muqing's face changed dramatically; he attempted to evade, only to find himself locked in place by an invisible force, unable to move.
"No!" he let out a desperate scream.
"Boom!"
With a resounding crash, the axe struck heavily against Li Muqing's chest. He cried out in agony, his body flying backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing hard to the ground.
"Poof!" Li Muqing spat out a mouthful of blood, his body convulsing a few times before he lay motionless.
The Competition Arena fell into a deathly silence, everyone stunned by the scene before them. An ordinary woodcutter had subdued the proud disciple of the Kongtong Sect, Li Muqing, in front of so many witnesses with a single move!
Bai Yunzi and several elders were also left speechless. They looked at the fallen Li Muqing and then at Meng Hao, who stood proudly with the Heavenly Axe in hand, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"What... what kind of power is this?" one elder murmured to himself, as if he had seen a ghost.
Bai Yunzi took a deep breath, gazing at Meng Hao with complex emotions flickering in his eyes. He understood that from this day forward, the Kongtong Sect and even the entire martial world would change because of this woodcutter.
Meng Hao retracted the Heavenly Axe, feeling as though its power had increased even further. He looked down at the fallen Li Muqing, his eyes devoid of any pity.
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