Just when he reached the second stage, the green light shining on his body disappeared, and his injuries were completely healed!
"The light on Zheng Shiyi's body has disappeared!"
"The wounds, all his wounds have healed!"
"This... can't be true. His injuries just now were still so serious!"
Everyone looked at Zheng Shiyi who had recovered as before and seemed to have not been injured at all before. They were all completely stunned and couldn't believe what they saw.
Previously, Zheng Shiyi's injuries could almost kill him.
His chest was pierced, and the brain matter in his head spurted out.
But now, in a short period of time, just walking down from one arena and then walking to another, his injuries have actually recovered
If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can believe it!
"This kind of martial spirit is too terrifying. This means that as long as he is not blocked by the opponent or killed instantly, Zheng Shiyi, who possesses this kind of martial spirit, is almost impossible to kill."
"It's impossible. Even if Zheng Shiyi steps into the ring this time, he's still dead."
"His martial spirit cannot heal his body indefinitely. What's more, this is the third game.
If we talk about the first and second games, there may be some weak people among them. There is no mediocre person who can pass the first two games and enter the third game.
Zheng Shiyi can defeat his opponent in the second game, but he will definitely lose in the third game. "
On the second stage, a young man stood with a sword in hand, his long hair fluttering gently in the wind, looking indescribably handsome.
He looked at Zheng Shiyi who was slowly walking onto the ring, but he didn't rush him. He just watched Zheng Shiyi get on the ring indifferently.
Although he was standing on the ring, there were many people under the ring constantly reminding him.
"Be careful of Zheng Shiyi's headbutt attack!"
"Zheng Shiyi cannot attack with his fists and legs, but he can attack with his head."
"Headbutt is Zheng Shiyi's only attack method. As long as you avoid Zheng Shiyi's head, you will definitely win."
Yu Chengzhang listened to the voices coming from below, and looked at Zheng Shiyi who was on the ring with a solemn face. He had already watched Zheng Shiyi's match just now, and Zheng Shiyi's ruthlessness was really amazing.
He couldn't hit others with his head with all his strength, and then rely on the healing power of the healing spirit to win. He couldn't be so cruel to himself.
Such a ruthless Zheng Shiyi, even if he is already crippled, cannot be careless in the slightest.
"In the third match, Zheng Shiyi faces Yu Chengzhang, and the competition officially begins."
As soon as the referee's words fell, Yu Chengzhang immediately unsheathed his sword and stepped forward with his feet. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to two feet in front of Zheng Shiyi. Suddenly he turned around and stepped to the side. His movements were calm and elegant, as if he was stepping on On top of the golden lotuses.
Although the movements are elegant, the speed is also extremely amazing.
In an instant, Yu Chengzhang had rushed to Zheng Shiyi, and stabbed Zheng Shiyi in the chest with the long sword in his hand.
Zheng Shiyi clearly saw the direction in which the long sword fell in front of him, but it was still the same as before. With a movement of his footsteps, or even a pause, the long sword cut through the air and pierced Zheng Shiyi's chest directly.
As soon as the long sword penetrated, Yu Chengzhang quickly twitched his arm, and the long sword was withdrawn from Zheng Shiyi's body, and bright red blood splashed out.
The dragon grass martial soul in Zheng Shiyi's body broke out, and green light adhered to the wound.
"You admit defeat." Yu Chengzhang withdrew his long sword, but did not stop. He continued to walk around Zheng Shiyi, looking for flaws in Zheng Shiyi's body, and said: "I will not give you the chance to attack me with a headbutt. of.
You can only be like a wooden stake, constantly being attacked by me, and in the end you will end up failing. If you admit defeat now, you can save yourself the pain of writing superficial stories. "
"I never know what it means to admit defeat." Zheng Shiyi looked at Yu Chengzhang with a determined expression and said nothing, but his meaning was very obvious.
"In that case, don't blame me." After Yu Chengzhang said this, he moved forward again and appeared next to Zheng Shiyi like a butterfly piercing a flower. The sharp sword in his hand was like a machete swinging and slashed at Zheng Shiyi's arm.
On Zheng Shiyi's right arm, a large piece of flesh and blood was severely cut off, revealing the white bones.
Yu Chengzhang surrounded Zheng Shiyi, his body kept wandering, and he kept waving the sharp sword in his hand, stabbing, stabbing, picking, teasing, stirring... leaving scars on Zheng Shiyi's body, no matter what kind of attack he used. Any method would not give Zheng Shiyi a chance to get close, and he would leave as soon as he touched him.
Zheng Shiyi looked at Yu Chengzhang's strange movements and could only stand on the spot, constantly changing his body shape according to Yu Chengzhang's movements, not giving Yu Chengzhang a chance to deliver a fatal blow.
Yu Chengzhang kept moving around Zheng Shiyi, as if drawing circles. His eyes were fixed on Zheng Shiyi's movements, but his heart gradually became a little irritated. He was unable to win against a crippled Zheng Shiyi.
Although Zheng Shiyi has been disabled, his physical strength is still the same as before. What is even more terrifying is that his martial spirit is too powerful.
With that kind of healing ability, he had just injured him, but often before his next attack landed, his martial spirit had already healed his injuries.
Moreover, this martial spirit seems to be able to heal his injuries endlessly. He can't even remember how many scars it left on Zheng Shiyi's body, but his martial spirit healed all these injuries, and there is still no trace of any injuries. Despite the decline, the healing effect is still as amazing as before.
With such a martial spirit, if he wants to defeat Zheng Shiyi, he must find an opportunity to kill with one sword. But although Zheng Shiyi's speed is greatly affected, he can still see his attack clearly. Although his movements have slowed down, he can still see his attack clearly. He can still avoid vital points when attacking.
I could only injure him severely, but I couldn't kill him with one blow.
Severe injuries... Even if they were severely injured, Zheng Shiyi's martial spirit could still quickly restore his injuries.
Zheng Shiyi is obviously dead, why can't he find Zheng Shiyi's flaw and kill him with one blow!
The calm look on Yu Chengzhang's face when he first appeared has completely disappeared, and his face is heavy as his body shape continues to change around Zheng Shiyi.
Suddenly, the referee's voice sounded from below the ring.
"On Arena No. 5, the competition has lasted for one hour. The competition is suspended!"
When the referee's voice fell, Zheng Shiyi and Yu Chengzhang stopped in surprise and looked at the referee under the ring with puzzled expressions. The people watching around were even more stunned.
"Pause? Can the competition be suspended because the time is too long?"
"There were many very long competitions in the past, especially in the first round. There were quite a few long competitions, but none of them were paused."
"The referee just said that the timeout was because the time reached one hour. The previous competitions were long, but they did not reach one hour."
"It's true that it didn't reach an hour."
"What about the competition? You can't change your opponents, or draw lots to decide who advances and who is eliminated, right?"
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the referee.
"When the competition lasts for one hour, the winner will be determined based on the time it took both sides to advance. The one with the shorter time will win.
Therefore, the winner of this competition is Zheng Shiyi. "
"Zheng Shiyi?"
Everyone around was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that Zheng Shiyi should indeed be promoted.
"In the first round of Zheng Shiyi's fight, his opponent simply abstained. In the second round, he defeated his opponent with two headbutts.
The time used in both rounds was extremely short. Except for those extraordinary geniuses who instantly killed their opponents in both rounds, it was really hard to find anyone who used less time than him. "
"It's really unlucky that Yu Chengzhang was eliminated like this. But, is it okay to advance in this way?"
"This person who advanced... is also weird."
Yu Chengzhang felt extremely aggrieved as he listened to the referee's voice below the ring. He had the advantage in the whole field. Zheng Shiyi didn't even touch the corner of his clothes and was constantly being attacked by him.
It was just that Zheng Shiyi's martial soul healing ability was too strong, so he was able to hold on. In the end, it was Zheng Shiyi who advanced.
This is equivalent to saying that Zheng Shiyi stood still and let himself fight, and he was defeated.
Peng Junyue easily defeated his opponent. He looked at Zheng Shiyi's arena from a distance, and his heart was filled with surprise. Old Shiyi... In this case, he still won
In the crowd, Fan Yao looked in the direction of Arena No. 5 with a look of surprise on her beautiful face, and then her expression became complicated. He has not given up yet, but if he continues to fight...
"Zheng Shiyi still won."
"Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, Zheng Shiyi, who is already in such a state, can still win three games in a row."
"As expected of the genius he once was, even though he seems to be useless to outsiders, he can still not be underestimated."
"However, Zheng Shiyi has already won the third game. If there are no accidents, his opponent in the fourth game will be Zhao Fanfeng!"
Zheng Shiyi came back from the ring. After waiting for only about half an hour, the voice calling for his appearance had already sounded.
"On the sixth stage, Zheng Shiyi and Zhao Fanfeng appear."
Zheng Shiyi looked up at the sky and was slightly surprised. The Shenhou Conference was going on much faster than he expected. He thought he would participate in two or even three games today, but looking at the current speed , I’m afraid I can play five or even six games.
Zheng Shiyi stood up and walked to the sixth ring. Opposite him, a man of similar age and build with a trace of evil on his face boarded the ring almost at the same time.
Zhao Fanfeng.
Zheng Shiyi looked at the man opposite him solemnly. It was already the fourth game. Anyone who could pass the first three games could never be mediocre. In his current state, he would lose if he was not careful.
Zhao Fanfeng walked to the ring and stood up, with a look of contempt on his face, and said provocatively: "The three opponents you met before were really useless.
(End of chapter)