It was extremely easy for Cheng Ling to win against Xu Chong. He didn't even use 30% of his strength. The only reason is that the opponent's combat skills are too different and the foundation is not solid. Although the sword was very powerful, it could be used with too much force and exposed a lot of flaws.
Cheng Ling seized the opponent's flaw in an instant, and then used the space movement technique to completely control the rhythm of the battle, and finally won.
Turning around, he smiled at Bao Suguang and said, "Fellow Taoist, are you still going to open the bank?"
Bao Suguang's face turned bitter and he said: "Your Excellency is very powerful, but I misjudged you. But I have never been afraid of people who gamble, so of course I will continue to open the bank!"
Cheng Ling laughed and said: "Then my ten million spirit stones will be temporarily deposited in your hands. In the next game, continue to bet on your victory, and it will still be one million spirit stones!"
Bao Suguang rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry now, wait until I see who challenges you."
Hehe~~, this guy knows how to take care of the dishes. He obviously wants to wait for the person to challenge him to appear on stage, and then adjust the odds according to the opponent's strength.
The three registered monks were not surprised. Bao Shuguang was a regular visitor to the underground arena. They were all betting on the same people. If they wanted to gamble with their lives, even if they lost all their pants, they would naturally find a way to open the bank again the next day.
The same monk from before stood up, cupped his hands slightly towards Cheng Ling, and said, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, I'm Zhao Deming, do you plan to defend the ring, or wait for others to come on the stage and continue the challenge?"
According to the rules of the ring competition, the monk who wins the challenge can become the ring master, or he can leave and wait for the next challenge. But once you choose to become the champion, you have to face the remaining nine challenges.
In Zhao Deming's eyes, Xu Chong's strength is already very good, and winning ten consecutive victories should not be a problem. But I didn't expect that Cheng Ling would become more fierce and beat the opponent until he was unable to fight back. The contempt for him in his heart was much less, so he signed up for his number and asked him if he was willing to become the champion.
Cheng Ling smiled calmly and said, "Then I will be the champion!"
"Okay, Fellow Daoist Cheng, please wait a moment. The next challenger is Qingyun Sect Lian Buyi!"
As the voice fell, a huge figure hit the ring heavily. Yes, it was like a large piece of rock that was smashed over, and the entire arena was shaken and trembled slightly. Looking up, he saw a tall monk with muscles all over his body standing in front of him.
Cheng Ling's heart moved. The opponent must be a body-refining monk, and his skills must be martial arts! It's just a good time to try out the results of your own body training.
When Bao Suguang saw him, he burst into laughter. Lian Buyi was much stronger than Cheng Ling based on his momentum alone. He was definitely optimistic about Cheng Ling in this match. It's just that the odds need to be adjusted slightly, so that if you make a mistake, you won't lose too much.
He shouted loudly: "In this match, Cheng Ling's odds against Lian Buyi are 1 to 5. Everyone, hurry up and place your bets!"
Cheng Ling smiled and didn't care at all about Bao Suguang's cry. Because Lian Buyi on the opposite side had already raised his fist as big as a casserole and struck him.
This time, he did not dodge, but to everyone's surprise, he directly punched him.
Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!
Two monks with completely asymmetrical bodies collided fiercely on the ring, and each impact made a violent sound.
Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. Lian Buyi is a pure physical training warrior, good at hard work between fists and feet.
There's nothing wrong with hard work. But Cheng Ling didn't look like a humanoid beast, so how could he fight Lian Buyi so many times.
In fact, Cheng Ling persevered very hard. After all, he was not a pure body-training monk. Compared with monks like Lian Buyi, who had relied on body-training to reach the integration stage since childhood, he was definitely not as good as him. Every impact caused his blood to surge, leaving him completely at a disadvantage.
But he felt that the more severe the impact, the faster the Tiangang Qi in his body was tempered. Not only that, in order to counteract Lian Buyi's collision force, he had to use the Mu Xiang Ling Jue technique. The two techniques produced a wonderful effect under the powerful impact.
The Tiangang True Qi in the body is constantly circulating in the meridians. Because it is passively withstood, the speed of movement is many times faster than usual. However, the vitality of the Mu Xiang Ling Jue is constantly repaired, replenished, and injected into the body. vitality.
Suddenly, his skin and muscles underwent drastic changes. The skin becomes more elastic, and the cracks caused by the impact are instantly repaired. The regenerated skin can actually withstand subsequent impacts.
The original skin can be compared to a steel plate. It is tempered to be very hard and cannot be pierced by ordinary attacks. However, it will burst when encountering more powerful attacks. But the skin after regeneration is different. It is like rubber and very elastic. It can offset most attacks, and its defense power has been greatly improved.
The muscle cells in the body are also dividing and reuniting rapidly. The collisions again and again put the muscles under tremendous pressure. The connections between cells become even tighter, and there is almost no gap.
Although he was beaten back and forth, Cheng Ling's eyes were shining with excitement. It turns out that fighting directly with fists and kicks has such benefits. Although swordsmanship is his highest pursuit, the feeling of accidentally punching the flesh is so intoxicating.
The two of them fought on the ring for most of the day. After all, Cheng Ling's physical training was not as good as his commoner training. He gradually retreated to the edge of the ring and was about to fall off. And after a while, the freshness of punching to the flesh also disappeared, and the increase in physical training gradually slowed down.
"That's all, the current pressure can no longer help me improve. There are still eight games to come, so I'd better not waste my energy and end it as soon as possible!"
He muttered to himself, and when Lian Buyi was about to hit his chest with a heavy punch, he used his body technique to create several afterimages, but his real body dodged to avoid it.
Lian Buyi threw himself away, turned around and sneered, shouting: "Boy, you can't bear it for a while. Next, prepare to die!"
Cheng Ling sneered, but he was thinking in his heart. The opponent has thick skin and strong defense. Normal attacks may not be effective, so let's try the third-level sword skills!
The Long Yin Sword flashed through several rays of sword light, and then instantly disappeared in his hand. A powerful sword energy seemed to tear apart the space, exploding in front of Lian Buyi.
Lian Buyi was horrified. The opponent's attack made the surrounding space feel like a depression, like a thousand-year-old iceberg melting and being cut by sharp ice blades. His strong body and defense were powerless against the tearing feeling of space.
In an instant, wounds burst out on his body, blood spurted out, and a sharper sword energy struck towards his waist. He was about to be cut into two pieces, so he quickly shouted: "Stop, I surrender!"
In an instant, there was silence in the competition arena! The blood on Lian Buyi's body fell drop by drop
, the long sword in Cheng Ling's hand stopped at his waist. If he didn't admit defeat, he would definitely be cut in half.
Zhao Deming announced: "Cheng Ling wins this battle, and the next one is Wuyingmen Mo Wusheng!"
Lian Buyi walked down the ring slumped, and before Cheng Ling could catch his breath, the second round began immediately. As soon as the monks jumped on the stage, dozens of figures appeared. The two daggers in their hands moved forward and backward, left and right, making it impossible to figure out the direction.
Cheng Ling secretly thought that the other party came very quickly. As expected, Lien Chan didn't have any time to rest. But if you try to play with your body skills and skills, you’d be really sorry! He stood motionless, letting Mo Wusheng's dagger wave at him, and just shook the Dragon Song Sword to block all attacks.
The clanging sound of weapons clashing could be heard endlessly. Mo Wusheng attacked furiously for a moment, unable to pose a threat, and was about to reorganize and attack again.
Cheng Ling had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Taking advantage of the opponent's recovery time, he suddenly struck out with the Dragon Song Sword. He attacked dozens of swords at a speed that was not inferior to the opponent's sword, and each sword was powerful and heavy. Speed and power are on full display.
Mo Wusheng was shocked to the point that his arms were numb. After holding on for a while, he could no longer bear it. Two daggers came out of his hand. His neck felt cold and he could only admit defeat!
After winning three games in a row, Cheng Ling's strength was finally recognized by the audience. Gradually, more and more people bet on him to win. Bao's losses in the first three games were not much. If it weren't for Cheng Ling's own bet of one million spiritual stones, there would still be a surplus.
But the next three games made him immediately feel something bad, and he quickly adjusted his odds from 1:5 to 1:1. But even so, the amount of spiritual stones he wanted to compensate Cheng Ling also increased to 20 million!
Zhao Deming nodded slightly. He really made a mistake. Cheng Ling was stronger than he thought. After pondering for a while, he said loudly: "The fourth scene, Yan Mingyue at Luoxiamen!"
There was a woman on the stage, and the opponent's combat power was much stronger than Mo Wusheng's. But his skills were still not enough. Cheng Ling fought with her for a quarter of an hour, caught the momentary flaw, and finally knocked her off the stage!
"The fifth game..." The two sides fought for less than a cup of tea, and Cheng Ling won!
In the sixth game, it was also less than a cup of tea time, and we won again!
Game 7, continuing the winning streak!
In the eighth game, the opponent lasted for a quarter of an hour before being defeated by Cheng Ling!
With each victory, Zhao Deming's expression became more and more cautious. Although I watched him fight eight times in a row, I always felt that the opponent's strength did not show up.
In the first battle against Xu Chong, he won with his body skills, in the second battle with physical training, in the third battle with sword skills, in the fourth..., in almost every battle, Cheng Ling used different methods to fight the enemy. You can't see the depth of the other party at all.
Moreover, after eight consecutive battles, there was no sign of huge loss of real energy. A question arose in his mind. How much of his strength did he use in the previous battle? There are only two games left to win ten games in a row! After pondering for a while, he finally decided to send disciples from his family to intercept.
"The ninth game, Zhao Deqian of the Zhao family!"
As the voice fell, a man in mysterious clothes jumped onto the ring. He cupped his hands and said to Cheng Ling, "Please enlighten me!"
Cheng Ling returned the favor with his sword and thought to himself, Zhao Deqian of the Zhao family seems to be the interceptor sent by them. Let's see what kind of strength the disciples of the Zhao family have!
