Legendary Armament Canon

Chapter 1227 Pretending To Be Weak (1)

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The reason for this competition between the God of War camp and the Martial God camp was their argument on the Myriad World Communication Token.

Although it sounded like child's play, this matter involved a dispute on the Martial Dao, so it was not a small matter.

They might really fight to the death.

Therefore, the selection of candidates for the battles was a very serious matter.

Zhang Yukun was a second-rank martial artist.

According to the rules of the competition, he had to defeat all the second-rank martial artists in his camp before he could represent the God of War camp.

Of course, this didn't necessarily mean that he had to fight all second-rank martial artists.

After all, some second-rank martial artists wouldn't fight for this spot. Moreover, the strength of some second-rank martial artists could be seen at a glance, so there was naturally no need to compete.

Even so, the group of second-rank martial artists still fought for a long time before it was Zhang Yukun's turn.

Zhang Yukun gave Nameless a look before leaping out.

"Zhang Yukun, please take care of me!"

Without saying more, Zhang Yukun jumped into the arena and fought the second-rank martial artist.

He held a long sword in his hand. His sword moves were sharp, and he had an aura of never backing down.

Nameless shook his head slightly.

Zhang Yukun wasn't lying. His Martial Dao aptitude was indeed average.

The God of War Catalog had already been made public on the Myriad World Communication Token, and Zhou Shu had even explained it in detail.

But this didn't mean that everyone could cultivate it successfully.

It was not easy to cultivate the Martial Dao.

This was just like science of Zhou Shu's previous life. The knowledge of all subjects could be found on the Internet, but it didn't mean that everyone could become a scientist.

The God of War Catalog was profound. When cultivating, it actually had very high requirements for a martial artist's aptitude.

There were hundreds of people on Mount Hua who cultivated the God of War Catalog, but not a single one of them had actually achieved anything.

People like Zhang Yukun had only comprehended a little.

The reason he could break through to the second rank of the Martial Dao in an instant was that he had accumulated enough before. In addition, the cultivation techniques he had cultivated in the past were too ordinary.

This was why he had broken through to the second rank of the Martial Dao after coming into contact with the God of War Catalog.

In fact, his cultivation of the God of War Catalog could only be said to be very ordinary.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would be no match for the second-rank martial artist who had already defeated more than ten people in a row.

Nameless's gaze swept across the people from the Martial God camp in the distance. Like the people from the God of War camp, they were selecting candidates for the upcoming battles.

Nameless didn't find any of them special. Perhaps he didn't come. Perhaps he changed his identity like me.

His gaze returned to Zhang Yukun.

After dozens of moves, Zhang Yukun was already showing signs of defeat.

The candidate from the second rank of the Martial Dao could already be confirmed.

Nameless's hand fell to his waist, and he suddenly flicked his finger.

His movements were so slight that no one present noticed.

An invisible breeze gently brushed Zhang Yukun's elbow.

Zhang Yukun was about to use a sword move when he suddenly felt his arm go numb. He immediately disappeared.

He had originally planned to attack the vital points of the other party's chest. But because of the force, his sword tilted downward. Oh no!

His chances of winning were negligible to begin with. At the critical moment, such a mistake occurred. This time, there was really no hope.

Swish!

Just as Zhang Yukun had completely given up, he suddenly heard a soft sound. He felt his hand sink, and the sword in his hand had already pierced into his opponent's thigh.

Blood flowed. Zhang Yukun's opponent's eyes widened in disbelief.

He was clearly about to win. How could this happen?

The pain in his thigh made him realize that he had really been stabbed.

In other words, he lost!

He lost to the unknown Zhang Yukun!

Everyone widened their eyes. This outcome was greatly unexpected.

"Brother Zhang, so you've always been hiding your strength. Were you pretending to be weak all this time?" A martial artist gave Zhang Yukun a thumbs up.

Another martial artist smiled sinisterly. "Brother Zhang, when we deal with those people from the Martial God camp later, you have to do this too. When they think that victory is in their hands, you can counterattack. The effect…"

The second-rank martial artist who had been stabbed by Zhang Yukun had an awkward expression on his face. But he still cupped his hands and said, "Brother Zhang, your skills are superior. I admit defeat."

"No, no. I was just lucky." Zhang Yukun hurriedly waved his hand.

He really felt that he was lucky. When he made the mistake earlier, he had already given up.

Who would have thought that the other party's mistake was even greater than his?

He still didn't understand how he won.

But then again, since he won, he wouldn't push away the opportunity he obtained.

Zhang Yukun said confidently, "Thank you for letting me win. If no one else challenges me, I will represent everyone to fight for the Martial God camp!"

Regardless of whether he was feeling guilty or not, he still pretended to be extremely confident.

Everyone looked at each other. The experts among the second-rank martial artists had already fought just now. Now, no one was confident that they could defeat Zhang Yukun.