George sat still and looked at Wilbur in astonishment. George prepared enough breakfast for ten people. He didn't expect that Wilbur would finish it all by himself. He mused to himself, 'Wilbur sure is a big eater. It seems this guy is quite extraordinary.' The physical strength of a cultivator had a lot to do with what they ate. The more food a cultivator ate, the stronger his physical strength was. The body was the foundation of one's cultivation. Having a good body would make one's cultivation improve faster. George could not wait to find out Wilbur's strength. After breakfast, he took Wilbur to the square. When they arrived, hundreds of people were already there. Wilbur queued up to draw lots and got the number 785. Looking at the huge crowd in front of him, Wilbur turned to look at George with some confusion. According to George, there were not many people participating in the Guard Challenge. However, nearly a thousand people had drawn their lots. Was this still considered
Wilbur was aware of the man's position, but the man was too fast. If he had successfully counterattacked by identifying the fat man's position and defeated him, this matter would have definitely attracted the attention of the referee. It was because no cultivator could detect the enemy's position and strike in such a short period of time apart from dragon clan cultivators. It was precisely this reason that Wilbur could not hurt him. However, now that Wilbur knew his opponent's tricks, he was no longer afraid of him. The next second, Wilbur landed on the platform, and there was a burst of cheers outside the venue. After all, it had been half an hour into the competition and the battle between Wilbur and the fat man was the most interesting one. It was the fat man who unexpectedly attacked Wilbur just now. Now, it was Wilbur's turn to fight back, but the fat man had already turned invisible. As a result, Wilbur could only fight him by detecting his location. This battle turned in
Hearing this, Wilbur looked up and realized the people who spoke had left quickly. Wilbur turned back and glanced in the direction of the platform. Although Wilbur did not fight against Marco, he stood under the platform and watched Marco's battle. Marco only had a thousand years of cultivation and average strength. However, he had a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Since there were no rules against the use of hidden weapons in the arena, Marco actually had more than a dozen hidden weapons hidden on him. Every time he was about to be forced into a desperate situation, he would release a hidden weapon to attack the opponent. Those were the moments when the fight reached a critical point when the outcome was about to be decided. Therefore, the party with the advantage would naturally try his best to attack, but this would also leave him wide open. Marco would then launch his hidden weapons to attack the opponent and was often successful. After succeeding, he could even turn the table
When George was young, he was a person with a calm demeanor but had a strong sense of pride in his heart. He never bowed his head and surrendered to anyone. Looking at Wilbur now, George, as the lord of the town, had set up a banquet for him, only to be rejected flatly. If it were any other cultivator who received such courtesy, they would have been deeply moved. The most important thing for a person was not to forget his or her identity and to be true to themselves no matter who they were facing. Therefore, a cultivator should always maintain a moderate stance. Wilbur was such a person. A person with a strong self-awareness would naturally be less likely to make mistakes when doing things. After returning to the City Lord's quarters, Wilbur returned to his room. After closing the door, he sat on the bed, crossed his legs, adjusted his breath, and began to heal himself. Although none of the opponents in the five battles today was strong, their attacks each had their own specialt
The gap between them has also narrowed a lot. Therefore, during the battle, the two sides were more closely matched up against each other, which made it very exciting. In the first four battles, each winner had their own specialty, but the one who used Tiger Fist in the third game was exceptionally impressive to Wilbur. This cultivator named Locke did not have a sword in his hand. He just condensed a tiger through his energy aura. By controlling the tiger, he fought with the opponent and finally brought the opponent to his knees, who subsequently surrendered. Wilbur knew that Locke's energy was very strong, and that this person was definitely capable of more than just controlling tigers. This person had been concealing his strength and seemed unwilling to showcase his full strength. Therefore, Wilbur speculated that this person must be aiming for the position of Senior Guard. There were only three spots for Senior Guard this year. However, based on previous years, three places we
"Have a taste of death, you arrogant bastard." Derek's figure turned into a blur as he rushed over and punched Wilbur in the face. Wilbur dodged sideways, and Derek stomped on the ground. The platform cracked, stopping his strength. In an instant, Derek jumped up and kicked Wilbur with a spinning kick. Wilbur suddenly leaned back, maintaining an angle of forty-five degrees between his body and the ground, and dodged Derek's kick. However, Wilbur misjudged Derek's strength and saw Derek hovering in the air. Then, he suddenly fell and hung upside down in the air and punched Wilbur in the chest. Wilbur fell heavily to the ground and sunk deep into the platform. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. In an instant, Wilbur finally understood that this guy named Derek had already mastered physical strength and martial arts and could work perfectly together with both. During the battle, Derek's opponent only thought that Derek was a cultivator who had impeccable physical strength, but
Wilbur swung the Magic Dragon Blade, and the sword aura struck Derek's body one after another, making metallic noises. Derek fought back, laughing as he said, "It's useless, your sword can't hurt me!" "Oh, really?" Wilbur's eyes glinted coldly, and then he flew back more than ten meters, holding the Magic Dragon Blade tightly in his right hand. The power of destruction was continuously transmitted from the Light Glove into the Magic Dragon Blade. Seeing this, Derek yelled and rushed toward Wilbur. "Are you done? If you are, just die already! Hahaha!" Derek believed that he was now invincible with his physical strength, and Wilbur could not hurt him at all, so he did not have the slightest fear. However, Derek did not know that this was part of Wilbur's plan. Just now, Wilbur only used two thousand years of cultivation strength to fight against Derek. It was tit for tat, making Derek think that he was weak. Because Derek's physical body was extremely well-trained, he was very
"Mister Marco?" muttered Wilbur. He frowned as he recalled the match from the day before. That guy named Marco March had been extremely vicious, and it was only fitting that he ended up being killed. He deserved it. Could it be that the March family was so unreasonable that everyone who offended Marco had to die? If that was the case, did Marco consider all the cultivators in the same arena as him the previous day having offended him? The muscular cultivator turned his head to glance at Wilbur while Wilbur was still lost in thought. They never spoke, only having met a few times, so they could be considered acquaintances. However, he pointed at Wilbur all of a sudden, and he jabbed twice. It seemed that he was sure Wilbur was among those who had offended Marco. Everyone looked toward Wilbur, and an immediate tension filled the air. They knew that Wilbur was likely to be in trouble. However, Wilbur found the situation to be ridiculous. He had never fought Marco, and his death w