Mo Xing jumped off the ring with a relaxed expression, and soon, the second round on the third ring came to make up for it.
There are more than 100 arenas, and unless the fight lasts until the end, there will always be people fighting on every arena.
"Mo Xing is strong again." Zheng Shiyi sighed and turned to look at the arena where Brother Huanshi was.
Huanshi just stood there, looking at the man opposite him indifferently. Opposite him, the man with a slightly rough appearance seemed to have no courage to even look at Huanshi. He just lowered his head, with a bean-sized drop on his forehead. Sweat continued to appear, and the body kept shaking, as if it was undergoing this fierce inner struggle.
After another two or three breaths, the man suddenly raised his head, looked at the referee below the ring and said, "I... I admit defeat."
"Admit defeat? This is just the beginning of the first round, and you are already admitting defeat?"
"Are you frightened by the name Master Huanshi?"
"No, he fell under the illusion of the illusory world and was controlled by his inner demons and gave in."
"Yes, it's the inner demon. The way you look at him, his eyes are dull, it's obviously abnormal."
"Illusion... This type of illusion is really terrifying. It can be activated without even realizing it, and there is no way to prevent it."
Huanshi waited until the referee announced that he had won, and then walked down from the ring with a calm expression. As he left the ring, his opponent returned to normal, but he still looked a little dazed.
The Shenhou Conference has just begun, but there are many people competing in the arena with huge differences in strength. In addition to Mo Xing and Huan Shi, the other two arenas also quickly decided the winner. In a short time, everyone In all the arenas and arenas, except for one arena, the other arenas have actually changed sides. Some arenas have even completed two rounds of competition and started the third round.
"Master Peng is about to come on stage. Keep your eyes open and wait to see Master Peng's performance." Peng Junyue looked at the empty arena and ran forward with his fat body in long strides.
"It's the fat guy."
"That wretched fat man is about to appear!"
"This fat man always uses dirty tricks every time he competes with others. I don't know what tricks he will use this time!"
"That man named Meng Zhongguang is really unlucky. He met this wretched fat man in the first round."
"Take a good look at this fat man's methods. Don't be defenseless when you encounter this fat man in the future."
Below, the eyes of many people who would not participate in the competition for the time being fell on Peng Junyue.
Opposite Peng Junyue, he looked a little thin, more like a scholar than a warrior, and he looked very young. Looking at Peng Junyue opposite, he unconsciously moved a step back.
"Hey, boy, you're on your way." Peng Junyue looked at his opponent who was retreating, with a happy smile on his face: "Not bad, not bad, I know how to compare Master Peng's stature in this way, your name is Meng Zhongguang, right? You have a very discerning eye. See.
So Mr. Peng decided to be gentler to you. "
Peng Junyue said, waiting for a gong to sound below, he laughed loudly, and rushed towards Meng Zhongguang. He didn't know if it was because of his weight. As he ran, every step he took made a dull sound on the ring. , it seemed that the entire arena was shaking.
As he ran, the aura emanating from his body continued to rise. Although he looked fat and bulky, in a few breaths, he had already rushed in front of Meng Zhongguang, waved his arms at the same time, and punched Meng Zhongguang hard.
Meng Zhongguang quickly turned to one side, and at the same time kept looking around his body, as if he was guarding against some trap.
Peng Junyue's punch missed and hit the air. A blue halo suddenly stretched out from his fat fist. With his fist as the center, a circular wave visible to the naked eye swayed rapidly in all directions, attracting The air around him shook.
With the shock, Meng Zhongguang's body also trembled.
Peng Junyue waved his fist again and hit Meng Zhongguang, whose body had obviously stopped.
As soon as the punch fell, the howling wind suddenly blew, and Peng Junyue seemed to have turned into a giant bear, swinging a giant fist that seemed to be able to shatter mountains.
What a terrifying punch!
A deep look of horror suddenly flashed across Meng Zhongguang's face. He was originally paying attention to his surroundings and was completely focused on Peng Junyue, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
The next moment, a huge force came suddenly.
Meng Zhongguang felt as if he was hit head-on by a huge mountain. The violent force impacted him, and his two arms seemed to break in an instant and hung down uncontrollably.
Peng Junyue hit with one punch, and followed closely with another. The blue light on his fist was strong, and it was more powerful than the previous punch. Countless dust rolled up around him and hit the ground with his fist. Meng Zhongguang's chest was defenseless because his arms were drooping.
There was a loud noise like thunder falling, and Meng Zhongguang's thin body flew backwards and fell heavily out of the ring.
"Peng Junyue wins!"
As the referee's voice sounded, Peng Junyue's fat body jumped down from the ring, and walked with extremely confident steps towards Zheng Shiyi, who had already walked off the ring. Huan Shi and Mo Xing.
"You didn't use any other means?" Zheng Shiyi looked at Peng Junyue with a strange expression as if he didn't know him, and almost asked if you were a fake Peng Junyue.
This Peng Junyue is so abnormal. When has he ever stood in an arena with someone before and not used his tricks? Why did you suddenly become serious
"Why should I use my methods?" Peng Junyue looked at Zheng Shiyi and the others with a righteous look and said, "I can crush him, why should I waste my efforts and use my methods?"
"That seems to be the truth." Zheng Shiyi nodded lightly.
From the side, Huan Shi's somewhat surprised voice came: "Fan Yao is on the stage. It's strange. Why doesn't she look normal? Her opponent should be very weak. Why is she being beaten by her opponent?"
Fanyao is in trouble
Zheng Shiyi's heart tightened and he quickly looked in the direction Huanshi pointed.
On the ring, Fan Yao held a sword in one hand. Opposite him, a female opponent who also held a sword in one hand, stepped back slightly in panic.
Although she had already stepped onto the ring and started fighting, she seemed to be paying more attention to the bottom of the ring and the direction of Zheng Shiyi.
Zheng Shiyi looked at him, and the two looked at each other. A strange look flashed through Fan Yao's eyes. There was expectation in his eyes, and he seemed to be avoiding...
Fan Yao didn't know what happened, but as soon as her eyes met Zheng Shiyi's, she immediately moved away in panic, and a sharp sword fell in front of her eyes.
not good!
Fan Yao was startled and quickly hid to one side.
The sharp sword slashed across her face, almost grazing her cheek, and a strand of black hair flew down.
Fan Yao dodged the sword and couldn't help but look in the direction of Zheng Shiyi. She appeared on the stage. Shiyi didn't even watch her competition before.
Yesterday, the gap between me and him had grown to this extent
After that, how can I mend the gap with him
What would have happened if I had stood with him yesterday
Fan Yao slowly remembered what Concubine Qing said yesterday, and thought of her relationship with the Everlasting Sect. How should she cut off her connection with the Everlasting Sect
Below the ring, everyone looked at Fan Yao who was obviously absent-minded, and they were all surprised.
"It's really strange. Princess Fanyao's opponent is not strong. Normally Princess Fanyao should win easily. Why is she still being beaten by her opponent now?"
"I don't understand. Princess Fanyao looks very abnormal today."
"It didn't seem like his mind was on the game."
Peng Junyue looked at Fan Yao on the ring, then looked back at Zheng Shiyi beside him, and finally couldn't hold it back and asked: "Old Shiyi, I remember Fan Yao came to see you yesterday.
Tell me, what happened last night? Why do I feel that Fan Yao is like an angry woman? Look at her looking at you again. Look at her eyes, how melancholy... Have you given up on her? "
"You... it's my turn." Zheng Shiyi didn't bother to talk to Peng Junyue and walked directly to the arena where he was going to appear.
The battle in the ring has reached its final stage.
On another arena, Fan Yao looked at Zheng Shiyi who had walked to the edge of the arena and was about to take the stage, and finally came to his senses.
Shiyi is about to appear, has his injury recovered
The battle must be resolved as soon as possible!
A fierce look suddenly flashed across Fan Yao's face, the aura in her body surged, and aura burst out from her body like a torrent of water bursting from a dam.
The sharp sword in his hand shot out streaks of dazzling golden light. When the light shone, it suddenly exploded like a burning flame.
Rays of golden sword light flew out from the sword in her hand.
For a moment, the entire arena seemed to be filled with golden sword light. The sword light was so sharp that it seemed that every time the sword light hit, it could easily pierce the mountains.
Countless sharp swords were shot toward the opposite side, and a deep fear suddenly shot out from the eyes of the delicate-looking woman opposite, and an instinctive sense of crisis arose in her body.
"Admit defeat! I admit defeat!"
The woman didn't wait for the sword light to fall, and she shouted loudly.
As her shouts fell, Fan Yao turned the sword in his hand, and golden sword lights suddenly changed direction and flew to one side, all of them hitting the ring.
The hard arena was instantly penetrated by the sword light.
In just an instant, there were already round holes pierced through the ring, and each round hole looked exactly the same, with no difference at all visible.
Is this the true strength of Princess Fanyao
The opponent opposite Fan Yao looked at the ground under her feet and gasped. With so many sword energy attacks, she could perfectly control the power of each sword energy to be exactly the same!
Below the ring, the eyes of everyone who were originally paying attention to Fan Yao's fight all fell on another ring.
"Zheng Shiyi is about to appear!"
"Zheng Shiyi is already disabled. It is said that he is unable to punch. I don't know how he will respond to this battle!"
"Zheng Shiyi's opponent is not that kind of unknown person!"
"I can't punch. I think Zheng Shiyi will win with his feet."
(End of chapter)