Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor

Yun Canglang was simply standing there in a very ordinary way, spine straight, eyes leisurely, looking like he was taking a stroll after dinner, with not the slightest indication of engaging in a contest.

In contrast, Liu Hao appeared as if facing a formidable enemy. He had been a Hunter Soldier for many years and had seen much of the world, but facing one of Great Zhou's Double Heroes, Yun Canglang, he felt uncertain.

"Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh" Liu Hao sprang into action the moment he said he would, his right hand's five fingers like springs, instantly drawing three daggers, each one exceptionally sharp and exuding chilliness.

The daggers traced three arcs, aiming straight for Yun Canglang's key points - his face, waist, and knees.

The daggers were fast, but Yun Canglang was faster. His originally erect body made a few small sways and effortlessly dodged Liu Hao's three daggers.

Liu Hao was also well-prepared, his left hand swiftly producing five flying knives.

Yun Canglang's figure flickered, dodging swiftly again, with the knives just grazing by him.

Liu Hao suddenly leaped backward, using the strength from his legs and waist as if he were a fully wound crossbow, his hands quickly reaching for his waist.

In an instant, the whole tavern was filled with the light of blades and shadows of daggers; the tavern's walls were covered in numerous shadows of daggers, half encircling Yun Canglang like raindrops.

Yun Sheng employed his Shennong's Eyes for a quick glance and saw Liu Hao draw bows with both hands, unexpectedly releasing over fifty daggers at once.

This caught Yun Sheng by surprise; unquestionably, he was a potential-level Hunter Soldier from Wolf Fang Hunting Corps, fifty daggers enough to turn a living person into a hornet's nest. Uncle couldn't move; how was he supposed to dodge this?

Not a trace of change appeared on Yun Canglang's face.

Before everyone's eyes, his figure instantly vanished.

No, not vanished, but rather...

Ye Beiming's gaze slightly changed, admiring the nimble movement technique.

The reputation of Yun Canglang as a Martial Venerate was not undeserved. Just as the rain-like fifty daggers were closing in, he exerted force with his feet, shaking like a rocker toy, swaying north, south, east, west, and left and right without stop.

The onlookers could only see countless afterimages; each dodge was only a hair's breadth, yet Yun Canglang always managed to cleverly evade each dagger.

The daggers, mere millimeters apart from front to back, were miraculously evaded by his rocker-like movements, and beneath his feet, as previously agreed by Liu Hao, not a single step had shifted.

Just as Liu Hao steadied himself and noticed the current situation, a flash of doubt flitted across his eyes.

"Uncle, beautiful dodge!" Yun Sheng couldn't help but praise.

"Commander, well done!" Zhou Quan also blurted out, utterly dumbfounded.

Cang Lang and Huo Nu also couldn't help but show a look of admiration.

Liu Hao's hands began to tremble slightly, his gaze suddenly changing as he "swished" and threw a dagger.

That dagger was infused with all of Liu Hao's fighting spirit, thrown with the strength of a hundred jin, the fierce fighting spirit tearing through the air, heating it up as if scraped by the dagger, emitting a scorching sensation and rolling heatwaves.

By now, Yun Canglang had already dodged most of the daggers and had also spotted that one; his body and eyes reacted simultaneously, his movement technique adjusting slightly, just about to evade it when—

A "hiss"—a sound like a venomous snake hissing in one's ear.

The dagger in mid-air exploded, instantly turning into countless sharp fragments.

That Liu Hao kid, clever indeed.

Cang Lang and Huo Nu broke out in cold sweat seeing the dagger suddenly explode, but when they saw the dagger shatter into hundreds, even thousands of pieces, they couldn't help but rejoice.

"Yun Canglang, you're known for your movement technique, but can you really dodge over fifty daggers in a single breath? Don't tell me you can also evade hundreds of dagger fragments at once."

Liu Hao, unlike the average hunter soldier skilled in hidden weapons, practices with daggers not only using fighting spirit but also likes to delve into unique methods of launching hidden weapons on his own.

When using hidden weapons, you can utilize your waist, your hands, and even more so, your brain!

Yun Canglang's strength was much greater than Liu Hao had anticipated. Liu Hao had exhausted all his hidden weapons, yet Yun Canglang still seemed to handle it with ease.

In a moment of urgency, an idea struck Liu Hao; he just pulled out the last dagger he carried and quietly poured his fighting spirit into it.

The fighting spirit of a Martial Venerate Level expert is nothing to scoff at. He quickly channeled his fighting spirit and threw the dagger swiftly. In just a few seconds, the dagger, torn apart by the fighting spirit in mid-air, shattered into fragments that were as effective as countless daggers.

Liu Hao believed that even if Yun Canglang's movement technique was exceptional, he would not possibly be able to dodge his clever move this time.

Countless fragments, each gleaming with a cold light, whistled towards him, closing in on Yun Canglang in an instant.

But for some reason, Yun Canglang suddenly stopped dodging. It was unclear whether he was contemplating how to avoid the attack or had simply decided to give up.

While Yun Sheng and the others felt anxious, Yun Canglang suddenly shouted, "Retreat!"

His shout echoed in everyone's ears, buzzing like thunder from the heavens.

Those with slightly weaker cultivation might bleed from all orifices and suffer internal injuries from this shout alone.

With that shout, a surge of fighting spirit poured out like a thundering waterfall. The dagger fragments, previously a mere foot away from Yun Canglang, fell to the ground as if they had sunk into an abyss.

Looking at the fragments of the daggers, each and every one of them was deformed by the pressure of the fighting spirit, resembling twisted tacks.

Liu Hao's face turned pale as he looked at the scattered dagger fragments on the ground, then at Yun Canglang, who still stood tall and unwavering like a robust pine. Only then did he realize the vast gap between them.

Strength is everything.

No matter how adept he was with hidden weapons or how clever his techniques, they were still inferior to Yun Canglang, who had just stood there without so much as moving.

Liu Hao, like a cock that had lost a fight, bowed to Yun Canglang and said sincerely, "Commander Yun, I admit defeat."

It was only then that Ye Beiming declared, "Second round of the match, Commander Yun wins. Two rounds in, with each side claiming a victory, the third round..."

"The third round will naturally be my battle against Yanyun," Huo Nu said, her charming eyes lifting slightly.

She stepped forward, patted Liu Hao on the back: "Liu Hao, you did quite well just now. With enough effort, one day you will reach Commander Yun's level of cultivation."

In the first round, although they won, Cang Lang and Huo Nu were filled with anger.

In this second round, even though they lost, Cang Lang, Huo Nu, and Liu Hao were thoroughly convinced by the outcome.

That's the rule of survival for the hunting corps, preferring to lose with dignity rather than win unclearly.

Yun Canglang also gave Liu Hao an approving nod with his gaze.

In that situation, it wasn't easy for Liu Hao, a regular young hunter soldier, to react so quickly.

Regaining his spirit, Liu Hao secretly thought to himself that, from now on, Yun Canglang would be his goal; he must surpass him!

The third round of the competition, the final and crucial match, began with Yun Sheng and Huo Nu stepping forward.