Cheng Ling didn't care what Wu Haichao thought. He made his sword skills very slow and explained each move clearly, just to let Wu Chenlong better understand its role in actual combat.
Wu Chenlong was grateful in his heart and did not dare to be distracted at all. He stared closely at the sword moves in Cheng Ling's hand, constantly confirming what he had learned. Gradually, some mysteries in swordsmanship were solved, and the mastery of swordsmanship was raised to a new level.
Cheng Ling used it twice, and Wu Chenlong probably had enough of it, so he secretly added a little more force, and kept hitting Wu Haichao with his killing moves.
Wu Haichao tried his best to resist, but his actions seemed to be what Cheng Ling expected every time. Just when he wanted to use his strength to restore the disadvantage, the opponent seized on the flaw and struck a few consecutive blows, disrupting the rhythm and forcing him to retreat.
Cheng Ling followed closely, not giving him any time to breathe. He seized on the flaw and launched several killing moves. He easily put his sword across Wu Chenlong's neck and said with a smile: "Master Wu, admit defeat or not, my hand It's easy to tremble, and it would be bad if you cut a major artery!"
Wu Haichao's face was ashen, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said dejectedly: "You win, I admit defeat!"
Cheng Ling smiled, held up a few sword flowers, sheathed the sword with a clang, and said calmly: "That's right, thank you Guild Leader Wu for your contribution!"
Wu Haichao spat out several mouthfuls of blood again, rolled his eyes, yelled, and fell to the ring. This time, I was really dizzy!
Cheng Ling secretly laughed: Everyone in the Iron Sword Club likes to play this trick. Isn't it fun to pretend to be dizzy? The acting doesn't look like it at all! He came to the judging elder and reached out to get the contribution points!
"Wait a minute!" came a voice, and then, a powerful palm wind hit his back.
Cheng Ling sneered. He had expected this. He turned to one side to avoid the wind of his palm, and with a swipe of his left hand, he grabbed two tokens. When he touched his own token, he transferred the contribution points to his disciples. on the token.
Hu Ba Tian's weather was so bad that he teleported to Cheng Ling and said, "Brother Cheng, just taking away so many contribution points is not giving me Hu Ba Tian any face!"
"Oh? I lost the duel just now?"
"..."
"You didn't accept my bet?"
"..."
"Then what's the problem with me getting my contribution points back?"
Hu Batian suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "Be a human being and make things easy for everyone. Well, one and a half million contribution points is really too much. Why don't you give me 300,000 contribution points to give Brother Cheng some face?" "
"Are you also going to pay back those disciples' contribution points that they lost in betting?"
"They are who they are and should not be confused with each other. I respect Brother Cheng. If anything happens in the future, the Aojian Gang will do its best to help. Or how about you join the Aojian Gang and become the deputy leader of the Aojian Gang?"
Cheng Ling sneered. As expected, Hu Batian turned against him faster than flipping through a book, and the agreed bet changed in an instant. He said calmly: "I have no interest in joining the Aojian Gang. Besides, I am alone. I will solve any troubles on my own, so I won't bother the leader of the Tiger Gang."
Hu Batian's face darkened. He was already patient enough. Unexpectedly, this kid was so indifferent that he threatened him in a cold voice: "Cheng Ling, don't toast or eat as a fine. Don't think that defeating Wu Haichao will lead to a fight with the outer sect." Top ten rivals, I’m still too young to tell you!”
Cheng Ling didn't even glance at him. He turned to the judging elder and asked, "Elder, don't you care about such a thing?"
The old man said calmly: "The bets and compensation for the decisive battle have been put into your hands, and my duty has been completed. The rest is your own business.
The husband has no right to interfere. "
Hu Batian sneered and said: "The gambling war is over. It is useless to ask the deacons and elders to stand up. If you have the sense to leave some contribution points, I can forget it!"
Cheng Ling laughed and said, "So you think your face is worth 1.5 million contribution points?"
"Hmph, I have been extremely tolerant today. As long as I keep my 1.5 million, I will let you go. If not...!"
"What else? You bite me? You want to kill me? Then you do it, I will never resist!"
My day, you brat, what do you want me to do in the academy? Hu Batian almost swollen his veins with a mouthful of real energy, and said angrily: "Cheng Ling, don't be too arrogant!"
"I'm so arrogant, what can you do? You bite me? You kill me?"
There was smoke rising from Hu Batian's head. He couldn't bear it any longer and roared angrily: "I want to challenge you to a decisive battle. Now, Cheng Ling, do you dare!"
The disciples were in an uproar. Cheng Ling had already fought two battles in a row today. If he had another decisive battle with Hu Batian, it would be three battles in one day. How could this be possible? Besides, Hu Batian is ranked fifth on the top 100 list. Cheng Ling is not a fool. How could he agree? This Hu Batian is too shameless!
But Cheng Ling's next answer made them even crazier! Just listen to him say: "You want to fight me? How much do you want to contribute to the bet?"
Hu Batian said solemnly: "One and a half million, just bet the one and a half million in your hand!"
Cheng Ling shook his head and said: "Too little, two million, I agree to the bet! If not, get out as soon as possible!"
All the disciples were turned to stone. Is Cheng Ling crazy? The other party is the fifth master on the top 100 list. The stake of 1.5 million is not enough, and it has to be increased to 2 million. The contribution points are so hot, so you can’t wait to give them to others?
Hu Batian laughed loudly, and his strong true energy spread far away. After a while, he looked at Cheng Ling and said: "I really like you now, haha, two million contribution points, okay, just bet two hundred Wan! Elder, I’m going to trouble you again.”
The presiding elder took a deep look at Cheng Ling and said, "Young man, pride never lasts. Have you thought clearly?"
Cheng Ling cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the elder's advice, but I won't take it lightly!"
The old man shook his head. He had already advised him, but if he didn't listen, there was nothing he could do. He glanced at both sides and asked, "Two million dollars in bets, the decisive battle will begin soon, are you all ready?"
The two nodded at the same time and threw the disciple token towards the presiding elder. The elder's consciousness swept away, nodded, and announced: "The decisive battle begins!"
The arena fell silent instantly, and all the disciples looked at the two people on the stage with incredible expressions on their faces. Cheng Ling was finally going to suffer the consequences!
Wu Chenlong also looked at Cheng Ling nervously. He had only moved into the penthouse of No. 25,000 for a short period of time and knew very little about Cheng Ling. He really didn't know whether he was confident or impulsive. Although I think he has the strength of a hundred disciples, he still has doubts when facing Hu Batian directly!
Hu Batian moved his hand, and a huge sword came into his hand. The sword was very wide, more than twice as wide as usual. It looked like a washboard. Holding the sword in his hand, he said coldly: "Cheng Ling, you are too arrogant. Today, I will let you know the strength of the top ten in the top 100 list!"
Cheng Ling smiled and said, "I don't know your strength, but I have seen your face. It is indeed very powerful!"
All the disciples burst into laughter, and the tense and solemn atmosphere relaxed, and the aura that Hu Batian had managed to create suddenly dropped a lot.
Elder Chi nodded secretly. Although this boy is arrogant, his fighting talent is indeed very high.
Hu Batian was secretly angry and stopped talking to Cheng Ling. He swung his washboard-like sword, held the sword in both hands, and suddenly slashed at Cheng Ling.
A flash of light flashed in Cheng Ling's eyes. Without holding back any longer, he took a step forward to face the slashed sword. He exerted all his strength with his right arm and raised the sword.
"Qiang!"
There was a loud noise, and all the disciples felt their eardrums about to burst, and they quickly covered their ears with their hands.
Looking at Hu Batian again, he was knocked back two steps by Cheng Ling's violent force, and his arms were even numb. He looked up in disbelief and saw Cheng Ling's long sword stabbing his chest like lightning.
He tried his best to move his sword sideways, trying to block the long sword, but Cheng Ling's sword was too fast, and he only felt a trace of the sword blade. But it was this friction that caused Cheng Ling's long sword to move one foot laterally and pierce into his left arm.
Hu Batian's heart was shocked, and he was injured with just one sword strike. Moreover, Cheng Ling was so powerful, even stronger than himself. He was already good at strength and took the path of the heavy sword. Unexpectedly, the opponent's attack was even heavier. The sword he blocked made his arm numb.
I screamed in my heart, it's impossible, how could he be so strong? Did he hide his strength in the previous battles!
Cheng Ling didn't care what he thought. Since they had broken up, there was no need to hold back and pierced Hu Batian's left arm with his sword. Immediately afterwards, the long sword was retracted, turned into a backhand sword, and slashed hard towards his face!
Hu Batian's broad sword moved sideways and blocked the slash. However, Cheng Ling was unyielding and used his backhand sword continuously, slashing at the broad sword with sharp sword pressure.
Hu Batian staggered and retreated continuously. All the disciples and deacons and elders were stunned. This was completely the other way around. Hu Batian, who was known for his strength, was completely suppressed by Cheng Ling with his strength, without the slightest ability to fight back!
Cheng Ling's slashes continued to intensify. Hu Batian blocked more than a dozen swords in a row. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He yelled and dropped the broad sword in his hand to the ring. His right arm kept shaking, and the empty door in front of him was exposed.
Cheng Ling didn't hold back and stabbed Hu Batian four times in a row. The first three swords stabbed Hu Batian's right shoulder and legs. The last sword was placed across the neck and he said coldly: "You lose!"
Hu Batian's legs were weak. Cheng Ling's two swords were very mysterious and happened to hit the thigh veins. His huge body could no longer support him and he knelt down towards Cheng Ling, unable to say a word.
The presiding elder's eyes flashed with divine light. Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, it turns out that this is his true strength. The previous decisive battles were all just a trick!
It took the disciples a long time to realize what was happening, and the shouts went up to the sky!
"Cheng Ling, Cheng Ling!"
"Ranked fifth on the top 100 list, senior brother Cheng Ling!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Cheng Ling is really strong. He even defeated Tiger Batian with less than twenty swords. I bet he can be ranked in the top three of the top 100!"
"Pull him down, the third in the top 100 is Senior Sister Xia Mengqiu. I guess he is fourth at most, which should be slightly higher than Lin Yuxuan!"
"How do you know if you haven't been beaten before? It's not because Senior Sister Xia is beautiful that I look up to her!"
"Aren't you greedy?"
"It's useless to be greedy. She is a goddess who is so high above others. How can little people like us be worthy of her!"
Wu Chenlong finally relaxed his tense nerves. He was so surprised. He didn't expect that Cheng Ling's combat power was so powerful that he could directly defeat Hu Batian, who was fifth in the top 100. And according to the tone of his words at that time, even Fu Qingsong didn't pay attention. Could it be that the boss really has the strength to challenge the number one?
