Chapter 187 - The Hundred

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nEach of Zhao Luo's fists ripped apart the space but the moment they closed in on Xiao Yu's body, all of them were blocked and deflected by his palm, and the force of those fists was sent back at Zhao Luo.

nZhao Luo pushed down his legs and kept on throwing his fists at Xiao Yu without giving up.

nEach second, more than twenty fists were being blocked by Xiao Yu.

nThe spectator around the Colosseum was silent as they moved forward on their seats so they could just a closer look at this fight.

nTo them, it looked like two people who had more than 20 arms were fighting.

nAs the speed of Zhao Luo's fist was just that fast but the palms of Xiao Yu came at the same speed thus an illusion was created for those who couldn't differentiate between each fist and palm.

nZhao Luo who was still throwing fists at Xiao Yu looked amazed.

n'He is only defending. Can he go even faster?'

nZhao Luo realized that Xiao Yu hadn't thrown a single attack at him since they had clashed thus giving Zhao Luo the idea that Xiao Yu was going easy on him.

n'No way.'

nZhao Luo didn't believe it and intentionally slowed down his fists.

n'Bang!'

n'Bang!'

nAll of his fists were still being deflected no matter where he threw them.

n'His palms have slowed down.'

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"Hmph.

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nUnderstanding that Xiao Yu was playing with him, Zhao Luo changed the planes his fists were in.

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"Calming Fist.

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nThe moments his fists were going to reach Xiao Yu's body, he knew that Xiao Yu would bring his palm in the way of his fists suddenly, thus Zhao Luo dissipated all the strength.

n'Tap.'

nXiao Yu had tapped his right palm on Zhao Luo's fist but the moment he felt Zhao Luo's fist he jerked his palm thus pulling his arm back.

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"Did it work?

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nZhao Luo took three steps back and looked at Xiao Yu.

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"Interesting.

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nXiao Yu said with a smile as he did indeed block Zhao Luo's attack but couldn't deflect the force behind it.

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"Nothing happened.

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nZhao Luo felt confused while looking at Xiao Yu's face.

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"Others would be screaming by now yet you are smiling.

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"Weirdo.

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nZhao Luo commented on Xiao Yu's actions.

nThis forced Xiao Yu to look at Zhao Luo with anger.

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"I have only used two palm styles of my 8 palm technique but if you keep on making me ang-

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"Ah, so what?

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nZhao Luo interrupted Xiao Yu while giving a light shrug thus showing him about how much he cared for his technique and his anger.

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"I have not even gotten started yet.

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nZhao Luo told Xiao Yi with a confident voice.

n'I still haven't used my bullet fist and this guy dares to be arrogant.'

nZhao Luo thought in his head and shook his head at Xiao Yu's acting.

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"Hmph then let me show you those palm styles. Come!

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nXiao Yu said to Zhao Luo in a loud voice while curving his right palm inwards.

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"Haha.

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nZhao Luo unconsciously let out a little laugh.

nHe hadn't even imagined that a fight that had started with him being angry at the other disciple's arrogant behavior was giving him an unknown feeling of enjoyment.

nZhao Luo lowered his body, as he pulled back his arms.

n'Clench.'

nZhao Luo tightened his fists and raised his heels.

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"Half walk.

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n'WOOSH.'

nZhao Luo disappeared from his place.

nMost of the disciples were standing in front of their seats as they focused on this fight.

nOther fights were going on the stage too but only this one was something different.

nZhao Luo blinked from his previous spot and appeared right in front of Xiao Yu who had his palms clasped together.

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"BULLET-

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nRight when Zhao Luo was bringing his right fist towards Xiao Yu, he saw Xiao Yu's left palm breaking away from his right palm and coming towards his neck.

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"Life Palm.

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"- Fist.

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"BOOOM!

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nA loud resounding blast happened in the middle of the stage where both Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu were.

nThe reason was their attacks and a cloud of dust had been raised.

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nBefore they had attacked, on the side of Feng Ma, Si Chen, and Pi Hao, the three had finally eliminated the level eight 'VIII' bow user with joint effort.

nThe three were rejoicing when they saw the elder who was on the podium vanishing from his place.

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nAs the dust settled.

nThe spectators saw an old man sandwiched in the middle of Xiao Yu and Zhao Luo's attack.

nThe elder had stopped Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu's attack before either of their attacks could hit each other.

nIn his right hand, Xiao Yu's palm was trapped while in his left hand, Zhao Luo's bullet fist was stuck.

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"He stopped my attack.

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nBoth said at the same time as their respect for this elder increased.

nBut as they looked ahead of the elder's hands and arms, they found his robe ripped from different areas and couldn't help but let their eyes rot as their sight had fallen on something that they shouldn't be seeing.

nThe elder released their hands and vanished from there again.

nHe appeared on the podium with a brand new robe that hid all of his weary parts.

nThe elder looked at the Sect Leader, the Second Elder, and the Third Elder.

n These disciples are your last hundred

nThe elder said in a loud voice after he shifted his gaze at the crowd sitting in the spectator's area of the Colosseum.

n PLEASE WELCOME THE HUNDRED CHALLENGERS WHO HAVE SURVIVED THE OPEN BATTLE

nThe elder waved his hands at the hundred disciples who were left on the giant stage.

nThis caused them to raise their fists towards the sky as their arms wobbled because of the tiring and painful experience on the stage.

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"Woah~

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"WOW

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"GOO~~~

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nThe crowd erupted with cheers while some people had a sour look on their faces as they looked at Zhao Luo surviving this Open Battle while showing his top-class abilities.

nZhao Luo didn't care about anything else as his eyes were only fixed on Xiao Yu.

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"You are very lucky.

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nZhao Luo said to him in all seriousness.

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"Your neck is the lucky one here.

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nXiao Yu replied with the same tone.

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