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Chapter 343 - 344: Royal Assassin Hei Mu

Chapter 343: Chapter 344: Royal Assassin Hei Mu

"Little Ye, one must be careful with the words of the Martial King; the royal family is no easy opponent!" the Ghost Doctor warned.

Ye Wudao nodded. "Heh, let them bring their soldiers, and I’ll block them; let them bring their water, and I’ll cover it with earth!"

"Little Martial Uncle, we shouldn’t stay at this royal family hotel any longer. Shall we change locations?" Chu Kuangge suggested.

"Alright, I did quite like the meals at the royal family hotel though," Ye Wudao nodded slightly regretfully.

...

Capital City, a certain five-star hotel.

Ye Wudao and his party settled down temporarily.

The next day.

The second day of the ancient martial arts competition hosted by the royal family was bustling with noise.

As the competition heated up, more and more experts appeared, making the spectacle far more thrilling and stimulating than the first day!

"Contestant number 999, ’Ye Yi,’ versus contestant 761, Hei Mu!"

Hearing the announcement, Xu Yuanyuan and the others turned their gazes towards Ye Wudao.

The name "Ye Yi" was the pseudonym Ye Wudao had chosen!

Ye Wudao smiled as he stood up. "I’m going!"

"Ye Wudao, go for it!"

"Brother Wudao is the best!"

"Little Martial Uncle, go for it!" everyone cheered him on enthusiastically.

Ye Wudao walked onto the stage with a relaxed expression, only to see a black-clad figure standing across from him, face covered entirely, exuding an evil aura and looking immensely troublesome.

"Please enlighten me!" Ye Wudao bowed with cupped fists.

The person in black showed no reaction, the eyes only carrying a hint of disdain.

Seeing that his opponent ignored him, Ye Wudao’s face turned sour, determined to show him a lesson.

Meanwhile, from a hidden corner.

"Lord Long Hao, can this Hei Mu take care of Ye Wudao?" Xia Hou asked curiously.

"Nonsense, Hei Mu is an established assassin of our royal family, who has previously assassinated an eighth-grade battle patriarch!" Long Hao said excitedly.

"Haha, that Ye fellow is done for!" Xia Hou said with a sinister smile.

Beiming Kuangxue furrowed his brows. "A non-contestant competing, doesn’t this break the rules?"

"What a joke! The rules are made by our royal family. Since I want this Ye Wudao dead, he won’t live till tomorrow!" Long Hao declared arrogantly.

"The match begins!"

As the starting voice sounded, Hei Mu instantly moved, like a dark shadow, swift as lightning.

So fast!

Ye Wudao’s pupils shrank!

Hei Mu turned his hand into a blade, and a hand-chop aimed directly at Ye Wudao’s throat, intending to kill with one strike!

Ye Wudao quickly raised his hand to block.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded, and Ye Wudao stepped back.

And in that instant, Hei Mu attacked again, like a lingering shadow.

Bang!

Ye Wudao blocked again.

When Hei Mu launched the third attack, just as Ye Wudao was about to block, he suddenly noticed a sharp wolf-bone dagger hidden in Hei Mu’s hand.

Not good!

Ye Wudao’s face changed, but it was already too late.

Puff!

Ye Wudao was struck in the chest by the dagger, just half a centimeter from his heart.

Below the stage.

Chu Kuangge, who had been looking relaxed, suddenly changed his expression. "Something’s wrong, this Hei Mu guy could actually injure Little Martial Uncle..."

Xu Yuanyuan, Xia Shiqi, and the other women also became anxious, their eyes filled with concern as they watched the stage.

"Your strength is commendable, any martial artist below a seventh-grade battle patriarch can’t withstand three of my moves!" Hei Mu held the wolf-bone dagger, speaking slowly.

Ye Wudao looked at him coldly. "You don’t show your true face, you must not be a contestant in this ancient martial arts competition, right?"

"Hehe, the dead don’t need to know so much..." Hei Mu sneered coldly.

Just as Ye Wudao was about to exert force, his expression suddenly darkened.

His True Qi had actually depleted by more than half!

"Damn it, what is going on, what have you done?" Ye Wudao asked angrily, his eyes burning with rage.

Hei Mu, toying with the wolf bone dagger in his hand, chuckled and said, "Hehe, because I’ve smeared this dagger with a centuries-old, secretly formulated slow-acting poison that will gradually consume the True Qi in your body. When your True Qi is completely exhausted, you will die!"

What!

Upon hearing this, a wordless rage built up in Ye Wudao’s chest, erupting like a volcano!

"Despicable scoundrel!" Ye Wudao exclaimed furiously.

"Hehe, my existence is for the sole purpose of killing!" Hei Mu said confidently, "You have no chance!"

The moment his words fell, Hei Mu attacked again!

"Shadow Kill!"

Hei Mu transformed into dozens of afterimages, true and false indistinguishable, charging toward Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao, his pupils flaring with endless anger, drew the Beiwang Blade with one hand and roared: "Dragon Slaughter Slash!"

Boom!

A loud noise erupted, and Hei Mu’s dozens of afterimages shattered!

Thud thud...

Hei Mu staggered backward, his eyes filled with shock as he said, "Your True Qi has been consumed, so how do you still possess such terrifying power?"

Boom!

A dazzling golden light burst forth from Ye Wudao’s body, instantly overshadowing the other contestants battling in their respective rings!

Many contestants stopped fighting, turning their eyes toward Ye Wudao’s ring.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators also shifted their gazes toward Ye Wudao, their eyes filled with confusion: "My God, what is happening?"

"So dazzling, like the blazing sun!"

Sensing the terrifying power emanating from Ye Wudao, Hei Mu exclaimed in shock, "This mysterious power is incredibly powerful. What exactly is it?"

"Dead men don’t need to know so much!" Ye Wudao, furious beyond measure, felt the Dragon Qi in his body erupt like a deluge, gathering onto the Beiwang Blade.

With a buzzing sound, the Beiwang Blade’s power surged wildly, trembling as if excited.

"Dragon Prison Slash!" Ye Wudao bellowed, and swung his blade toward Hei Mu.

Swoosh!

A terrifying dark red blade light soared into the sky, accompanied by a roar of a dragon, like the death knell from hell, carrying an endless aura of death!

Not good!

Hei Mu sensed the horror of this power and tried to dodge, but he was already locked on and had no way to retreat!

Hei Mu gritted his teeth and could only resist with his True Qi!

Boom!

A terrifying collision sound was heard, shaking the ground and kicking up a sky full of dust.

As the dust settled, it revealed a ring split in two, the competing contestants gaping, and hundreds of thousands of spectators stood dumbfounded!

"Damn, the incredibly sturdy ring was actually split in half by his strike?"

"Has this ever happened in any of the previous ancient martial arts tournaments?"

"This contestant named Ye Yi is simply a monster, who could withstand him?"

"If I were up against him, I’d feel like dying..."

"I don’t want to play anymore, I want to go home..." the contestants were terrified,

Hei Mu, standing before Ye Wudao, blood continually dripping from his mouth, spoke tremblingly, "Cough, cough, who on earth are you?"

Before he finished speaking, Hei Mu’s body fell heavily to the ground, dead.

"This match, Ye Yi wins!"

"Yay, Brother Wudao won!"

"That’s amazing!" Xia Shiqi and the others were ecstatic, hugging each other!

"Junior master is so powerful!" Chu Kuangge’s eyes were excited.

"The young master is invincible!" The masters of Beiwang Hall felt immense pride.

Among the thousands of cheering and stunned voices, Ye Wudao’s body fell with a "thump!" directly on the ring.

The entire arena fell silent.