But the frequency of Yuan Wenyu's attacks was too fast, and the power was equally astonishing. Before the wounds were healed by the Dragon Grass Spirit, new wounds appeared, and the speed of healing could not match the speed of the injuries.
The wounds on Zheng Shiyi's body are constantly increasing. There are wounds all over his body and limbs. Some wounds are connected together to form a larger blood hole. Through the hole, you can even clearly see his body. Punctured intestines.
Pieces of bloody flesh continued to fly down from his body.
Zheng Shiyi's face was as pale as a patient who had not yet recovered from a serious illness, and he didn't know whether it was due to injury or excessive blood loss.
"Death...die..."
Zheng Shiyi raised his head, and his scarlet eyes shot out a fierce light that was completely different from what humans should have. After being injured and attacked again and again, but unable to touch the opponent, his last trace of sanity was completely destroyed by the rage. Crushed away, boundless violence rose into the sky.
In an instant, the air around the entire arena seemed to be completely frozen under the influence of this vicious aura.
Even outside the ring, everyone surrounding the ring felt the air around them sink and their breathing became heavier.
Killing battlefield, second level!
Zheng Shiyi instinctively activated the killing battlefield. In the Dantian of his body, the dark coffin vibrated slightly. The vibration frequency was slight, but it was stronger than the previous vibrations.
The coffin, which looked like it had gone through countless years, slowly moved away, and black shadows flew out.
The black shadow flew out of Zheng Shiyi's body, and the air in the arena suddenly stagnated. The atmosphere of endless darkness, terror, and gloominess instantly enveloped the entire arena.
Everyone below the ring suddenly felt a numbness in their scalps through the light curtain of the ring, and an instinctive fear arose in their hearts.
Black faces of resentful souls flew out seemingly endlessly, each one representing a dead soul.
There seemed to be more than ten thousand dead souls flying out, and they were still flying out, converging together in the sky.
In the blink of an eye, these dead souls actually formed the appearance of nine gods of death.
Each of the nine Death Gods is made up of grimaces. At a glance, it seems like countless dead souls are staring at them.
Even the death scythes in their hands are made of dead souls.
Waves of death swept across the arena.
Yuan Wenyu looked at the nine dead souls, and suddenly felt a sense of horror deep in his soul, and a feeling of heart palpitations spread from his body.
Danger, extremely terrifying danger!
Yuan Wenyu instinctively had a feeling in his heart, a feeling that he would be torn alive by the nine resentful souls of death in the next moment. This feeling was so strong that it made people feel that it was not just a feeling, but that it would actually happen in the next moment.
"Admit defeat... I admit defeat!"
Yuan Wenyu shouted loudly towards the bottom of the ring.
As his voice fell, the figures of the imperial city's shadow guards flew up and landed beside Zheng Shiyi, suppressing Zheng Shiyi again and putting those special shackles on him.
With the appearance of the shackles, the nine Death Gods condensed by the resentful souls in the air also dissipated, turning into resentful souls again and flying back into the coffin.
Below the ring, everyone watching the battle was puzzled when they heard Yuan Wenyu admitting defeat.
"Admit defeat? What did I hear! Yuan Wenyu actually admitted defeat!"
"How could he admit defeat? Zheng Shiyi was already so injured that even though he looked like he might fall, he actually gave up."
"Just because Zheng Shiyi released his martial spirit, the martial spirit didn't even attack. He gave up without even being hurt at all!"
"I've seen a lot of people admit defeat, but they always admit defeat from the beginning, or are completely at a disadvantage. This is the first time I've seen this. They clearly have the advantage and can win right away, but they still have to admit defeat."
"He had the instinct to win, but he chose to admit defeat. I really don't know what he was thinking. What a great opportunity this is!"
Yuan Wenyu listened to the voices below that seemed to be accusing, and looked at the bottom of the ring, and said with a serious face: "I am here to participate in the Shenhou Conference. I am here to compete, but not to fight to the death."
After leaving a word, he jumped off the ring, looked at Zheng Shiyi again, then turned around and walked into the crowd.
On the high platform, General Si looked at Yuan Wenyu who had blended into the crowd with an ugly face, and said with hatred: "What a waste of this talent. How can such a timid heart be a great weapon?"
"General Si, you can't let everyone have the same rock-solid heart as you. In fact, I think Zheng Shiyi's opponent in the next match is more to your liking." The man who spoke to the fourth general before pointed Two contestants who looked exactly the same below the ring said, "That guy named Zhan Ao is a disciple of old man Kuang Zhan."
Among the crowd, two men wearing sleeveless clothes, revealing two muscles as hard as stones, looked in the direction of Zheng Shiyi. Even in the crowd, the two men were still extremely conspicuous.
Just standing there, without even needing to speak or make any movements, both of them exuded a terrifying ferocity, and everyone around them even consciously moved away from the two of them.
The two people looked exactly the same, and there was no difference at all. The only way to tell them apart was their clothes, one in black and the other in white.
"Brother, forget it." The man in white suddenly turned around and looked at Zhan Ao, who was dressed in black. "Don't fight in the next game."
"Give up?" Hearing the man's words, Zhan Ao seemed to be greatly insulted. His eyes suddenly opened, and he glared at the man in white and shouted: "Zhan Kuang, why should I admit defeat? I will win this battle. !”
As Zhan Ao spoke, a vein popped up on his forehead as if because of excessive anger, and his eyes were fixed on Zhan Kuang's chest, where there was a tattoo of his master, representing the tattoo passed down from his master!
Directly speaking, why can Zhan Kuang, the disciple of his master, be named Kuang
The master is an old man who fights wildly, so he is named Kuangzi, and everyone knows what it means.
Zhan Kuang, he got all this and became the direct descendant of his master, just for one reason, because he was born earlier than himself.
But is he worthy of the word "crazy"? Does he deserve the status of direct successor
The true direct disciple should be himself.
This Shenhou Conference is your chance to prove yourself, prove that you are better than Zhan Kuang, and prove that you should be the direct disciple!
Zhan Ao gave Zhan Kuang another hard look, stood up and walked towards the ring.
Zhan Kuang looked at Zhan Ao's leaving figure and sighed helplessly. As his younger brother, when will he give up his obsession...
"The sixth round of competition, Zheng Shiyi vs. Ao, arena No. 7!" The referee's voice sounded again.
As the voice fell, Zhan Ao strode to the top of the ring. He was just walking normally, but as if he was fighting naked with others. A strong fighting spirit surged out of his body and continued to surge around.
Zhan Ao walked to the ring and looked at Zheng Shiyi who was being escorted onto the ring by two imperial city shadow guards. He put his hands back and said proudly: "I know you can't use your fists. If that's the case, then I will Bind your hands.
Even under the same circumstances, you are still no match for me! "
Zheng Shiyi just stared at Zhan Ao with red eyes, seemingly not understanding what Zhan Ao said at all.
Below the ring, Zhan Kuang's expression suddenly changed after hearing Zhan Ao's words.
Many people around him looked shocked.
"He actually wants to tie his hands and fight Zheng Shiyi!"
"Although Zheng Shiyi cannot swing his fists, and even his whole body's spiritual energy is affected, and his speed is much slower than before, Zheng Shiyi has two martial souls.
This is already the sixth round. In the previous five rounds, Zheng Shiyi also won without being able to punch. Can he do this Zhan Ao? "
"Although I clearly know that we have reached the sixth round and the remaining ones are all masters, I still feel that Zhan Ao is crazy. What is his origin?"
"Zhan Ao is a disciple of old man Kuang Zhan!" Someone in the crowd revealed Zhan Ao's identity. With one sentence, the surrounding doubts disappeared instantly.
Fighting madly against the old man, this is an existence that can be called an old man.
In the world, the only people who can be called old people are Old Man Luandi, Old Man Heart Demon, Old Man Kuangzhan and ten others. Each of the ten old men is terrifying.
Zhan Ao is a disciple of Old Man Kuang Zhan, so he naturally has some pride.
On the stage, the two imperial city shadow guards were still the same as before. As soon as they took off Zheng Shiyi's shackles, they immediately flew down. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the two people's movements seemed to be more skillful than before.
The referee below the ring was still the same referee as before. With the lessons learned from the previous game, he immediately shouted when the two Imperial City Shadow Guards took away Zheng Shiyi's shackles: "The competition begins!"
Zheng Shiyi lost the comfort of the shackles, and the murderous aura in his body soared into the sky. Under the surge of murderous aura, the power in his body that made him unable to punch, and also affected his body was greatly dispersed.
Taking one step forward, the speed was much faster than before. Under the sprint, a string of afterimages even appeared in the air.
"Afterimage!"
"Zheng Shiyi's speed has increased!"
"Before, Zheng Shiyi's speed was extremely slow. Why did it suddenly become faster?"
"Is it because of the killing battle and being possessed by demons?"
Below the arena, everyone looked at Zheng Shiyi in surprise.
Zhan Kuang did not dodge, with his arms behind his back, he also rushed straight towards Zheng Shiyi.
The two people, like sharp arrows shot from two siege crossbows, rushed towards each other, with streaks of smoke rising from the ground behind them.
In just a blink of an eye, the two of them were facing each other.
Zheng Shiyi tilted his head back slightly, and then suddenly used force to hit Zhan Kuang heavily.
Zhan Kuang didn't flinch, he also raised his head and hit Zheng Shiyi's head hard. At the same time, a huge black turtle shadow appeared behind his body.
Ordinary Black Turtle Martial Spirits are cyan, but his Black Turtle Martial Spirit is fiery red, and the flames the color of the turtle shell seem to be completely condensed, making it look extremely solid.
The two people's heads hit each other hard, and in an instant, the fiery red black turtle Wuhu disappeared into Zhan Kuang's body.
(End of chapter)