After the presiding elder announced the reward for the king of kings, he added: "The final competition system is different from the previous ones. Cheng Zhenghong, Song Yingjie, and Cheng Ling will compete in a round-robin competition. The person who can win two games will become the new king of this year. King of the Middle Kingdom!”
As his voice fell, the audience's shouts became even louder. This king of kings was too domineering. For a time, all three of them had supporters, and they kept shouting their names!
The presiding elder was very satisfied with the audience's performance. After a pause, he said loudly: "The first game, Cheng Zhenghong vs. Song Yingjie!"
The two jumped onto the ring at the same time. Song Yingjie looked cautious. It would be a tough battle against Cheng Zhenghong!
"The game begins!" the presiding elder announced again.
The two of them instantly started to move as if they were loaded with springs. Song Yingjie raised his fists and feet, preparing to suppress Cheng Zhenghong and gain the upper hand!
Cheng Zhenghong flicked with both hands, blasting rows of ice picks and fireballs towards him. Song Yingjie dodged continuously, and without stopping, his palms and fingers moved towards him.
Cheng Zhenghong continued to circle with his right hand, laying down a layer of defensive aperture in front of him, and used his left hand to shoot out a row of ice blades. The sound of "chichi" was heard as it rubbed against the air.
Song Yingjie did not dare to relax at all. His hands continuously bombarded his defensive circle. The red circle of light kept trembling and gradually began to break. Cheng Zhenghong quickly retracted his left hand and increased the defensive power of the aperture.
For a moment, the two were in a stalemate. The bombardment of moves came out in waves. For a quarter of an hour, Song Yingjie gradually became exhausted. As the attacker, his spiritual energy consumption was much greater than that of Cheng Zhenghong.
Cheng Zhenghong also noticed it. He freed up his left hand and spread a layer of fireballs around Song Yingjie's body without detonating them, leaving Song Yingjie with no way to retreat.
Song Yingjie was secretly anxious. Just like that, Cheng Zhenghong took the initiative. He clapped his hands continuously, trying to drive away those fireballs, but as soon as he touched them, the fireballs exploded, and not just a single explosion, but several nearby ones also exploded together, causing his blood to surge.
Cheng Zhenghong secretly shouted for a good opportunity and hurriedly increased the frequency of spell casting. The fireballs and ice picks in his hands were fired at Song Yingjie in rows.
Song Yingjie secretly thought that it was not good, he had no way to escape now, so he had no choice but to jump up into the air.
As soon as he jumped, the five big guys on the viewing platform shook their heads at the same time. Song Hanyu also cursed in a low voice: "You bastard, you are so stupid, I look nothing like you!"
Sure enough, Cheng Zhenghong was overjoyed, and a row of fireballs shot directly at him. Qi refining monks are still unable to fly. Only when they reach the foundation building stage can they fly in the air.
Song Yingjie was in mid-air, with nowhere to rely on, and could only watch the row of fireballs all bombarding him. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to the bottom of the ring!
The presiding elder announced: "Cheng Zhenghong wins. After an hour's rest, we will face off against Cheng Ling!"
Cheng Zhenghong nodded and sat down cross-legged to restore his spiritual power.
Cheng Ling was thinking, how to break his spell? After watching two competitions, it seems that no flaw in him was found. With this overwhelming spell, he couldn't get close at all, and even if he got close, his defense was very strong.
That aperture could withstand Song Yingjie's attack for so long, and its defense was definitely not simple. There are also those small fireballs that are released. I can only dodge them. Is there any other way to restrain them? Can you hit it back like a badminton ball?
There was a thought in his mind that this method might be feasible. But you must not use your own flesh and blood, so you can only use the sword. In this way, the strength of the sword must be controlled more accurately!
He secretly calculated a few times. When the fireball attacks, it can be used as a leaf, it can be chopped into pieces, and it can also knock the leaves back. Then you need to find its core. The fireball will explode when it hits an external force, just like a trigger grenade.
As long as you don't touch its trigger point, won't it explode? He suddenly remembered the gentleness in Tai Chi and the legendary ability to pick up objects from a distance. And now in the world of monasticism, there is also a method, and that is gravity.
Gravity can be regarded as a way to retrieve objects from the air, and it is also a basic spell for monks to fly in the air. It's just that during the Qi refining period, the body has not yet emerged from the mortal world, and the gravity technique can be used for a short period of time, but it cannot fly.
Then if you turn the gravity technique into soft energy and then drive the fireball back, doesn't it mean that you can also use the fireball technique?
He immediately tried it, releasing a small fireball himself and using gravity to catch it in the air. Sure enough, it would not explode. But this is not enough, because the force of the fireball he releases is very familiar. If someone else releases it, I don't know how much force it requires. If there is a slight deviation, it will detonate immediately.
When he thought of this, he slapped his thigh again and cursed himself for being a fool. It didn't matter if it exploded, as long as it didn't explode on him. He was very confident in his grasp of gravity. Over the past year, he had been practicing almost every day and never slacked off.
The reason is very simple, because he never wants to move while lying on the bed, and all the food and water are obtained by gravity...! He smiled secretly in his heart. People who are lazy will indeed be more creative and live better!
Soon, an hour passed, Cheng Zhenghong also recovered, and the presiding elder announced: "The game begins!"
Cheng Zhenghong stood on the ring, preparing to guard against Cheng Ling's approach. But Cheng Ling just stood there without any reaction. He was stunned, what happened? This kid doesn't even get close. Could it be that his sword can fly? Or is his magic also very strong?
If Cheng Ling was a disciple of the Jian Tang, Cheng Zhenghong would definitely not think too much about it, but it happened that he was from the Jian Tang. He had seen Cheng Ling's swordsmanship and it was very powerful, even better than Chen Mo's. But who knew that if his swordsmanship was great, his spells would also be powerful?
Since the disciples of the formation hall can learn swords, of course they can also learn spells. For a moment, he became very vigilant and set Cheng Ling's danger index to the highest level! I don’t dare to make the first move, just wait for the other party to make the move!
Cheng Ling was also puzzled. Just make a move. If you don't set off the fireball, how do I know if the previous idea will work? He was also waiting for Cheng Zhenghong to make the first move.
The audience was silent, the sect leader and the fourth hall master had their mouths wide open, not knowing what to say, and the presiding elder was even more confused!
What's going on with these two people? This is a key battle in the finals. Can the winner be determined just by looking at each other? Or are they planning some big move?
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the presiding elder couldn't bear it anymore and said, "What's going on with you two? Are you going to fight or not? Let's say something! Are so many people looking at you?"
Cheng Zhenghong couldn't help it anymore. He raised his right hand lightly, and a fireball came to his hand. He didn't dare to go too fast. With a slight push, the fireball slowly floated towards Cheng Ling!
The audience was stunned. I could dodge even ten thousand fireballs like this. Could it be that the two of them are related? Deliberately releasing water?
They really guessed it, both of them had the last name Cheng. Putting aside the factor of Cheng Ling's soul passing through, if we push it up a few generations, they should be the same ancestor...!
Cheng Ling was overjoyed. He was much thicker-skinned than Cheng Zhenghong. I don't care how much you urge me. I won't move even if the opponent doesn't move. The true meaning of Tai Chi is to strike after the opponent!
When he saw the fireball slowly flying towards him, he moved his right hand and used the gravity technique, and the fireball stopped in mid-air. Sure enough it won't explode! He was secretly happy and hurriedly pushed forward, and the fireball instantly hit Cheng Zhenghong.
Cheng Zhenghong was shocked! What's going on? The fireballs he set can come back. Damn it. Could it be that he really has great magic skills and has always hidden his strength before?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became and his actions became slower. Therefore, smart people are not good at this. They think too much and have to think hard about the pros and cons of things that are obviously very simple. Only in the end do they suddenly realize that it is just that.
But now is the critical moment of the competition. There is no way for Cheng Zhenghong to wake up. He is worried that Cheng Ling's spell is superior and can be returned to the releaser.
He carefully dodged the fireball that Cheng Ling shot back, gathered another one in his hand, and shot it slowly. He also wanted to test whether Cheng Ling knew magic.
In this way, Cheng Ling fell right into his arms. He was originally worried that his idea was correct, but he was not skillful in performing it, and it was difficult to control the strength in a hurry.
Fortunately, Cheng Zhenghong seemed to have discussed it with him and brought the fireball slowly, so he could try it slowly.
In this way, such an important competition unfolded in such a strange way. Cheng Zhenghong released fireballs one by one, and Cheng Ling kept hitting him back. Later, Cheng Zhenghong didn't dare to use spells anymore, for fear that one row of spells would go over and two rows of spells would come back.
And Cheng Ling became more and more proficient, and later he basically did it casually. He could also see that Cheng Zhenghong was confused. If we don't kill him now, how long will it take?
He shot back several fireballs in an instant, took a few quick steps, and got closer. He used the lightning sword technique in his hand, and struck Cheng Zhenghong faster with each sword.
Cheng Zhenghong didn't dare to use the magic he was good at, and his defensive circle couldn't withstand the sword moves. He was completely helpless and was beaten back by Cheng Ling.
When I got to the back, I saw him with full firepower, sword moves with his right hand and gravity technique with his left hand. He thought of poor Chen Lei again and said loudly: "Stop! I give up!"
Cheng Ling's powerful killing move was unable to be contained for a moment, so he could only deviate from the direction and hit the ring heavily. There was a roar in the arena, and traces of sword energy were scraped on the ground!
Cheng Zhenghong shrank his neck, wiped cold sweat again, and said to himself: It's a good thing I gave up. If I were really hit by him, I would probably be crippled.
The presiding elder looked at Cheng Zhenghong depressedly, as if he doubted whether it was the same person. In the end, he could only declare Cheng Ling the winner, then turned to Song Yingjie and said: "You will be in the next round!"
"I surrender!" Song Yingjie was even more decisive. Cheng Ling had defeated even Cheng Zhenghong, so he was no match for him. Besides, he had not recovered from his previous injuries. He didn't want to be abused!
The presiding elder almost fell down, looked at the three of them, and said helplessly: "I declare that this competition is over, and Cheng Ling has won this year's Newcomer King!"
