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Chapter 372: Suffering on both ends

Zeng Zifang's lips curled in disdain. With a flick of her arm, the Nine-Section Poison Whip executed its second move, striking Fei Ming diagonally.

If that whip landed on him, he would be torn in two.

However, to Zeng Zifang's surprise, the headless Zombie Puppet was not Waste.

The Zombie Puppet brandished its Zombie Blood Claws, forming a triangle to block the Nine-Section Poison Whip's attack path.

Zeng Zifang's whip destroyed the Upper Spirit Sea of three Zombie Puppets.

However, the improved Zombie Puppets still had a Middle Spirit Sea, a Lower Spirit Sea, and Soul Locking Chains.

Fei Ming's Spiritual Awareness remained within the Soul Locking Chains. As long as his Spiritual Awareness was present, the Zombie Puppets retained their fighting capability.

Zeng Zifang's eyes hardened, her Spiritual Qi surged, and the Nine-Section Poison Whip glowed brightly as it swept towards the Zombie Puppets' chests.

"Crack," the poison whip tore through the air like a venomous snake, striking the Zombie Puppets.

The poison whip, like a sharp blade, tore through the Bronze Puppet Armor and accurately cut into the Zombie Puppets' Middle Spirit Sea, reducing it to a soft pulp.

Zeng Zifang flicked her finger, and the poison whip spun back, executing its third move.

The whip's head, like a venomous snake with its mouth wide open, pierced directly towards Fei Ming's head.

Using all three moves had already made her extremely unhappy.

This third move was a killing blow.

However, to her surprise, the three Zombie Puppets, despite lacking heads and a Middle Spirit Sea, still possessed fighting capability.

The three Zombie Puppets lined up, pouncing towards the Nine-Section Poison Whip, their Zombie Blood Claws firmly grasping the whip's head and body.

Zeng Zifang's eyes showed surprise; she couldn't change her move again.

If she did, it would be the fourth move.

The poison whip passed through the three Zombie Puppets, its power greatly diminished, and collided with Fei Ming's Soul Shield and Soul Blade.

After shattering the Soul Shield and Soul Blade, the poison whip was on the verge of touching Fei Ming's head.

Fei Ming's eyes widened, and a golden sword appeared in his hand, touching the tip of the poison whip.

The poison whip's last surge of power was exhausted, and its body drooped down.

Zeng Zifang moved her wrist, retracting the Nine-Section Poison Whip.

"Passed!"

Qian Duoduo, Guan Xuansheng, and the others couldn't help but cheer.

On the Martial Arts Stage, Fei Ming dared not act presumptuously.

He respectfully bowed to Zeng Zifang, "Thank you, Grand Elder."

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken, but upon hearing his thanks, Zeng Zifang angrily rebuked him.

"Scram!"

With a flick of her sleeve, a hurricane erupted, sweeping Fei Ming off the Martial Arts Stage.

Fei Ming, covered in dust, happily returned to the stone platform.

On the other Martial Arts Stages, the other seven Protectors were not as lucky as he was.

Within three moves, they were either defeated or knocked off the Martial Arts Stage, failing to advance to the next round.

The low ratio of one person advancing out of eight made the Protectors on the stone platform nervous.

"Qian Duoduo!"

Teng Libin's mouth called out Qian Duoduo's name.

Qian Duoduo's worst fear had come true!

This Teng Libin had feelings for Zeng Zifang.

And recently, it had been widely rumored in the Ba Ling Sect that Qian Duoduo and Zeng Zifang had an unclear relationship.

Now that Qian Duoduo was in his hands, wouldn't he beat him to death?

"Senior Brother, you can do it!"

Fei Ming and the others cheered for Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo's tongue felt bitter.

As long as he was involved with Zeng Zifang, he would suffer.

What was even more frustrating was that with Zeng Zifang, Qian Duoduo still suffered.

Suffering from both ends, it was a bitter, astringent taste.

Flying in front of Teng Libin, Qian Duoduo obediently bowed to the short, stout middle-aged man.

"Please, Grand Elder, give me more guidance."

Teng Libin remained humble, waving his left hand.

"We've all seen the selection process. Junior Brother Qian, you are a rising star, no need to be so modest."

Qian Duoduo's heart turned cold.

What he meant by "we've all seen it" was that he should stop with those petty thoughts.

Those petty thoughts were useless to him.

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