However, what makes people strange is that after the ridicule angered Zhao Zhiyuan, Wang Yang's face did not show any unexpected expression, as if he had expected all this.
The blood line healed Zhao Zhiyuan's body little by little, and the expression on Wang Yang's face gradually became solemn and gloomy.
The light of healing continued to light up on him, and all the wounds quickly healed.
As long as Wang Yang protects the vital parts of his body from being attacked, Zhao Zhiyuan can't do any damage to him at all.
In the third stage, the energy of cultivators recovered very quickly, and the consumption of low-consumption spells such as Healing was not as much as they recovered from continuous use.
Zhao Zhiyuan relies on blood-sucking, and uses the blood of the enemy to treat his own injuries. This has a great advantage for the melee profession. After using it once, it does not need to be consumed. Therefore, this blood-sucking effect is very dominant in the second stage.
But now in the third stage, this is obviously not as easy to use as the healing technique. For a mage like Chen Xiao before, as long as Zhao Zhiyuan is not allowed to approach, the magical skill of this second stage will be useless.
Now, Wang Yang and Zhao Zhiyuan are like two perpetual motion machines that have been unlocked and hung with blood. The wound that has just appeared is restored to its original state in the blink of an eye, which makes them attack each other even more recklessly.
Blood stained the competition platform dozens of meters red like rain, and a large pool of blood can be seen everywhere.
No matter how Zhao Zhiyuan attacked, he couldn't kill Wang Yang, even if he broke his hands and feet, under the light of the healing technique, it only took ten seconds for him to recover.
The treatment was inconspicuous, but it couldn't stand up to more than 20 treatments at a time. Broken hands and feet could be regenerated under this kind of intensive treatment.
"Is this the way the Demon Sect is? You want to kill me too? Tsk tsk..." Wang Yang shook his head sarcastically and chuckled lightly.
"You're courting death!! Hohoho!!!"
Zhao Zhiyuan's speed skyrocketed again, and with a loud "bang", the competition platform condensed with magic burst into a deep pit, and the stones splashed.
Wang Yang didn't even think about it, didn't even look at it, he flew sideways and whipped his leg.
In the sound of hunting wind, Wang Yang turned into a black shadow with a crisp "click". Zhao Zhiyuan slammed into him frantically, and flew away at an extreme speed.
Zhao Zhiyuan, who was running wildly, stomped his feet, his calf twitched like a cramp, and he gasped for breath.
Wang Yang's feet lit up with the light of healing.
With a sneer, he slowly stood up.
"You want to kill me? Demon scum? You still want to kill me?!"
In the loud roar, the rich bloody smell in the air seemed to dissipate, Wang Yangzhuang raised his hand like a knife frantically, and rushed towards Zhao Zhiyuan desperately.
The two figures with boundless violent aura collided violently, the air was squeezed out at this moment, and layers of folds appeared on the faces of the two people, which was extremely hideous.
Zhao Zhiyuan retreated with the gust of wind. In his rage, he did not understand the use of energy at all, and he concentrated and flowed the energy in his body towards the palm of his hand, pulling his fist tightly.
The more faith is united and the forces of one mind, the more their core members care about the honor and reputation of the organization.
"My Demon Sect has always acted upright! Wang Yang! If you dare to insult my Demon Sect, I must kill you today!!"
Being able to be tilted by resources within the Demon Sect, and even letting him swallow the third stage of the advanced stage of the pill in order to appease people's hearts, Zhao Zhiyuan's sense of belonging to the Demon Sect is undoubtedly absolutely loyal.
Away from the laughter when he first entered the competition stage, now he was really provoked by Wang Yang's anger.
Anger can even make him temporarily forget the severe pain. At this moment, there is only one thought in his heart, kill Wang Yang! Never die!
Killing intent filled his mind, and his calmness was thrown away by him.
Under the stage, Chen Xiao slowly saw some scrutiny, and frowned slightly.
Wang Yang continued to sneer and said:
"What's wrong with insulting you Demon Sect? Not only do I want to insult Demon Sect, I also want to insult you! Insulting your ancestor's eighteenth generation! Tsk tsk tsk tsk... A demon heresy is upright? I bah! Stop laughing! When you wake up, go home, wash and sleep!"
Wang Yang continued one sentence after another, his voice getting louder and louder. Although there were no dirty words, he could hear each sentence in Zhao Zhiyuan's ears!
No matter who they are, they are proud of, and the things they work for are insulted like this, and no one will suffer.
Silently, Zhao Zhiyuan disappeared again.
Wang Yang's expression faded, and he looked around solemnly, and the clenched fist in his right hand slowly loosened.
He wanted to anger Zhao Zhiyuan, but he didn't want to court death. To do so was also a gamble for him.
Suddenly, a strong wind blows.
The sharp claws tore through the air, a huge black shadow enveloped the entire field of vision, and the violent breath was mixed with angry roars.
At the same time, Wang Yang moved.
The body twisted to the side in a broken posture, following the direction of the sharp claws.
He dodged the blow, then, with both hands on the ground, he swung his hind legs violently, and his heels were thrown up like a hammer, fierce and fierce.
With a grunt, his heel hit Zhao Zhiyuan's chin, causing him to stumble and push back a step.
Quickly turning over and shrinking his body, Wang Yang squatted low on the ground, raised his head coldly, no longer concealed the killing intent in his eyes, raised the base of his palm high, and bounced up.
"red!"
In an instant, Wang Yang's raised hand was dislocated and split, and the broken hand bone was inserted into Zhao Zhiyuan's chin like a sharp sword.
Blood flowed to Wang Yang's body along his forearm.
"Uh uh uh… "
Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes widened, and he hugged Wang Yang's body with both claws, shrinking his strength crazily.
However, this severe pain was also returning to him at ten times the cost.
Wang Yang's body lit up like a light bulb, and Zhao Zhiyuan hugged his body, the huge animal claws almost crushed his entire chest.
Everyone in the competition stage was stunned to see this scene. They didn't expect that it was just a competition in nature, how could it become a duel of life and death
Wang Yang still smiled, looked directly at Zhao Zhiyuan coldly, and said softly:
"you are dead."
The arm that Wang Yang inserted into his chin did not heal with the white light of the healing technique, he did it for this moment.
This hand has been inserted into Zhang Zhiyuan's brain, and the energy rushed out along the bones like the flood of the Yellow River.
"Bang!"
It was as if a watermelon exploded, and everyone in the audience could not help but tensed up and widened their eyes.
The brain is the most mysterious part of the human body, and they are careful when their own energy enters the brain. Now, Wang Yang uses the bones of his hand as a bridge to directly output energy to the maximum extent.
After a loud bang, the bright red contest stage was even more dazzling with some white flowers.