Xu Mu crossed his arms and watched Meng Wanyue step onto the arena. He had already told her to forfeit, but she still wanted to give it a try.
He did not insist. If necessary, he would definitely intervene first to ensure that absolutely nothing happened to Meng Wanyue.
"I heard my grandfather say that Jiang Cisui is the number one person among the younger generation of the five great sects," Jiang Huihui said from the side.
"If he is the number one, didn't he lose by half a move last time and yield the champion's position to Yun Yao?" Tong Guoguo looked at Jiang Huihui in confusion.
"I thought so too before, but my grandfather said we were looking too superficially," Jiang Huihui explained. "Including this time, Jiang Cisui has participated in the Martial Paragon Tournament three times. His previous best result was second place."
"I know this. He lost to Wang Taolue the first time, and to Yun Yao the second time." Fu Jinyu had paid great attention to the Martial Paragon Tournament before, as it was an opportunity to familiarize herself with the new generation of experts among the descendants of Yanhuang.
"Then didn't you notice anything?" Jiang Huihui turned her head to glance at Fu Jinyu. "Especially Jiang Cisui's combat style."
Fu Jinyu recalled the videos she had watched before. She had repeatedly watched the championship battle many times.
"I get it! When he fought Wang Taolue of the Spirit Hall, he used Daoist magic, and when he fought Yun Yao, he used a weapon." Fu Jinyu suddenly understood the underlying reason.
"Exactly. This guy, Jiang Cisui, likes to fight using his opponents' strengths. He previously fought Shi Yao of the Strength Court, and he used physical martial arts." Jiang Huihui nodded slightly. "That is why my grandfather says he is very formidable."
Fu Jinyu narrowed her eyes at the arena. She really had not noticed that before.
After all, the Martial Paragon Tournament was held once every five years. She previously thought Jiang Cisui had focused on cultivating swordsmanship just to compete with Yun Yao in sword arts.
Hearing this, Xu Mu also looked curiously at Jiang Cisui, who was walking onto the arena.
The other party had black hair simply tied up, wore a loose Daoist robe, and had a pair of phoenix eyes.
He used the Eye of God to check the other party's identity.
Name: Jiang Cisui
Identity: Second son of the Kunlun Mountain Sect Master, supporting character in The Evil God Released from Prison.
Favorability: 1
Destiny Level: 8 (Max level 10)
Seeing this information, Xu Mu suddenly understood.
So this Jiang Cisui was a supporting character for Brother Evil God. Then he should be just like Jin Mo from before.
Eventually becoming Wu Tian's right-hand man.
However, this Destiny Level was indeed quite impressive. A supporting character actually had a higher level than most of the female leads.
According to Xu Mu's past experience, it should be that the two of them met during this Martial Paragon Tournament, and their relationship started to heat up afterwards.
Eventually, Jiang Cisui would become Wu Tian's subordinate and follow him forever.
Xu Mu stroked his chin in thought. He did not know the exact plot between Wu Tian and Jiang Cisui, but as long as he prevented the two from getting close, that would be enough.
Jiang Cisui yawned and looked at Meng Wanyue, saying, "Beauty, daring to fight me with your cultivation realm, you certainly have some courage."
"Excuse my offense."
Meng Wanyue took out her dagger and suddenly charged toward Jiang Cisui.
Seeing this, a dagger also appeared in Jiang Cisui's hand.
Meng Wanyue suddenly flashed to Jiang Cisui's side. Just as she gripped her dagger tightly, ready to attack, she found that the Jiang Cisui in front of her had disappeared.
Suddenly, Meng Wanyue felt a chill at her waist and immediately executed the Frosty Cloud Sleeves technique.
Swish!
She left behind a clone while her real body fled into the distance.
Jiang Cisui immediately gave chase.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a black shadow flew out from Meng Wanyue's body.
Seeing this, Jiang Cisui quickly dodged sideways. He also swiftly raised his hand, blocking the black shadow's dagger.
"Phew! That was close!"
Just as his voice fell, five Meng Wanyues flew over from all around, all attacking him.
Buzz!
Suddenly, Jiang Cisui gripped his dagger tightly and stood motionless on the spot.
Just as these shadows were about to launch their attacks simultaneously, his arm suddenly swung at high speed.
Several afterimages of his arm could be clearly seen, as if he had grown a dozen arms.
Swish, swish, swish...
Almost at the same time, his dagger blocked all the attacks from these shadows.
Then, Meng Wanyue's body was pierced by a dagger.
"Wanyue! Forfeit!"
Xu Mu stood up quickly in the distance and shouted.
Meng Wanyue also immediately retreated and said softly, "I forfeit!"
Jiang Cisui stopped his attack and put the dagger back into his spatial ring.
He yawned and walked off the arena.
Countless people were left speechless by his methods just now. Everyone present was an ancient martial artist, so theoretically, they could all understand what he had just done.
Frosty Cloud Sleeves could create clones identical to oneself to launch feint attacks, while the real body mixed in among them.
For ordinary people, it was extremely troublesome because they would not know which one around them was the real body.
But Jiang Cisui just now had blocked everyone's weapons simultaneously in an extremely short instant.
Those illusory daggers were naturally fake, and the dagger that could be hit was definitely real.
After that, he launched an attack on the real body.
The theory was very simple, but in actual combat, almost no one could do it.
To accurately attack everyone from all directions in less than a second, and to strike back after finding the real body.
This was simply an inhuman monster.
Fu Jinyu watched the departing Jiang Cisui with eyes full of solemnity. Witnessing the top experts of the younger generation of Yanhuang descendants make their moves live was indeed a completely different experience.
It was completely different from listening to people's explanations or watching videos.
Facing the simultaneous attacks, even she, who had reached the perfection stage of the Transcending Mortality realm, probably could not do it.
Of course, she would not belittle herself either. After all, everyone had their own specialties.
Although she could not do what Jiang Cisui did, she also had many ways to dodge the attack just now.
Above the white clouds.
The experts of the major sects were all offering their congratulations.
Although they all harbored their own ulterior motives internally, they naturally had to keep up appearances on the surface.
"Sect Master Jiang, your son is too formidable. Attacking in all directions in an instant, I think even the people from the Strength Court could not do that, right?"
While congratulating, Wang Chi did not forget to glance at Ning Kai.
"Among the current young disciples, there are indeed very few who can do it."
Ning Kai spoke the truth, then smiled at Jiang Zhenqi. "I did not expect a disciple suited for our Strength Court to be in your Kunlun Mountain."
"You must be joking. This boy is naturally rebellious and refuses to be disciplined, otherwise he would definitely go much further."
Although Jiang Zhenqi said this, he was definitely feeling very pleased inside. After all, it was his own son.
After Meng Wanyue came over to Xu Mu's side, he pierced her with the silver needles he had prepared long ago to help stop the bleeding.
Then he took out an elixir and had Meng Wanyue swallow it.
"This Jiang Cisui is indeed very strong. His strength is unfathomable."
Xu Mu showed a faint smile. "Wanyue, you are also very amazing."
"Brother Mu, I have embarrassed you. I originally thought that just like Sister Xu, even if I could not win, I would at least leave a wound on the opponent."
Meng Wanyue shook her head gently.
"That is Jiang Cisui, after all."
Dai Xingluo glanced faintly at Meng Wanyue. "It is already not bad that you could fight to that extent."
Xu Mu's heart was also somewhat heavy. This Jiang Cisui was indeed very strong; he had not even used the Transcending Mortality realm to suppress her.
The Qi he used was equivalent to Meng Wanyue's.
Such a person must absolutely not be allowed to become Wu Tian's right-hand man.

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