Zhang Lang returned to the ring and watched the servants pack up the bodies to prepare for the next competition. As if nothing had happened, he put his hand into the collar of his clothes, as if scratching an itch.
After a while, he grabbed two bloody bullets.
This dead guy with a gun is quite accurate in his marksmanship!
Zhang Lang did dodge the first shot based on prediction, but when he sprinted later, the inertia was so strong, how could it be so easy to dodge bullets? He was just pretending to dodge, but actually he was hit by both shots!
However, relying on the regeneration ability, this flesh wound healed itself in an instant, and the bullet was squeezed out by the flesh and fell into the clothes. Because he recovered quickly, there was not much blood loss, and his clothes were dirty, so there were no clues.
"That's you. If you were another person, you would be shot twice, and you would be seriously injured even if you don't die."
Xu praised in Zhang Lang's heart:
"For these indigenous warriors, it is not that easy to defeat opponents with guns!"
"Don't underestimate them!" Zhang Lang said in his heart:
"There are masters here, the best with good hands, eyes, body, and footwork. Coupled with internal strength and relying on prediction to dodge bullets, they should be better than me! Besides, these are just young people..."
As he spoke, Zhang Lang glanced at Shen Changfeng in the stands and Fang Yu standing aside:
"In the world of martial arts, the older you get, the more you become more demonic!"
To make a long story short, excluding the two people Zhang Lang killed last night, there were only fifteen games in today's second round of promotions, and they ended in just one morning.
After all, this is the second round, which is much more intense than the previous round, and because the reincarnators started yesterday, there are more people using guns today, and there are more casualties!
There was even a winner who was seriously injured due to too intense fighting and was unable to participate in the next round...
Therefore, there are only fourteen people who are finally promoted!
In the afternoon, it will be the competition between the fourteenth and the seventh.
The first person to play is still Mr. Yun. As long as he and Zhang Lang win this round, they can meet in the next round, and this guy can avenge his revenge!
His opponent was none other than Zhuang Sicheng.
Having watched Zhuang Sicheng's battle before, Mr. Yun was already prepared.
As the game started, Zhuang Sicheng raised his hand, and he immediately crossed his sword across his chest!
Boom! An invisible ripple hit the sword, and the strong sword body was shaken violently. Mr. Yun himself was also pushed back two steps...
What a powerful palm!
He can also launch such an attack from afar, this person is very powerful!
Mr. Yun swung his sword and was about to fight back, but found that the enemy had disappeared!
Suddenly, a strong wind came from the side. Mr. Yun hurriedly raised his sword to block, but with a clang, he was sent flying sideways!
What a strength!
Mr. Yun kicked off his back feet, stood firm, and struck back with the sword in his hand like a dragon!
But Zhuang Sicheng seemed to have anticipated his attack. He dodged in advance and blocked it with his short sword. The blade swiped across the spine of the sword, bringing up a string of sparks and hitting Mr. Yun's wrist!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mr. Yun hurriedly changed his moves, retracted his long sword, swung out the scabbard in his left hand, and hit Zhuang Sicheng's temple!
Zhuang Sicheng still predicted in advance, lowered his head and dodged the scabbard!
But Mr. Yun's long sword was curled up in a sword flower, and the sword edge moved forward, stabbing straight at Zhuang Sicheng!
Zhuang Sicheng hurriedly waved his short sword, opened the long sword with a clang, then turned around and kicked Mr. Yun!
Young Master Yun also raised his knee to block Zhuang Sicheng's kick!
With the sound of swords clashing and fists clashing, the two of them separated instantly, each retreating a few meters!
This series of confrontations took place in a flash of lightning. The audience clapped their hands and applauded, but other contestants broke out in cold sweats.
Zhang Lang also narrowed his eyes.
"I originally thought that the bearded guy was just a guy with a few skills, but I didn't expect that his kung fu is also very impressive! His strength is not inferior to yours!"
Xu complained in Zhang Lang's heart: "If you really confront him, you will be in danger!"
"There is always a way..."
Zhuang Sicheng and Mr. Yun fought again on the stage. Zhang Lang watched intently, trying to find their weaknesses.
"I think it's enough!"
Xu is still pouring cold water:
"That guy obviously has some ability to predict the opponent's movements! With your three-legged cat skills, you can deal with third-rate people with fierceness, but you can't even touch him!"
Zhang Lang ignored Xu's sarcasm and just looked at it carefully and attentively.
Soon, the outcome of the confrontation between Mr. Yun and Zhuang Sicheng was revealed!
The two of them fought fiercely, and Zhuang Sicheng took the opportunity to use the "Heart-Destroying Palm" again!
This time Mr. Yun was unprepared. He was hit by a palm. His ribs were broken and his heart and lungs were injured. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards...
If it weren't for his deep inner strength, I'm afraid this blow would have killed him on the spot!
"It's pretty hard!"
After this slap, Zhuang Sicheng knew that the victory was decided. He snorted and sheathed his sword, preparing to finish.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, Mr. Yun stood up with his long sword:
"First, I didn't fall off the field, second, I didn't admit defeat, and third, I didn't lose my life. Why do you dare to turn your back on me?"
After saying that, he vomited out another mouthful of blood...
"Master, forget it!"
At this time, shouts came from the audience. It was the little slave who had been with Mr. Yun before. He was worried about his master's safety and was so anxious that he almost cried:
"Let's go back to Feiyunmen and not fight in this arena anymore!"
"Shut up!" Master Yun shouted: "When did I, Third Master Yun, ever ask for mercy?"
"Huh?" Zhuang Sicheng turned around and snorted: "Since you are so stubborn, I will grant you one request!"
As he spoke, he drew out his short knife, walked quickly, and rushed in front of Mr. Yun in an instant. He raised the knife and inserted it directly into Mr. Yun's throat. The tip of the knife even poked out from the back of his neck!
Mr. Yun paused for a moment, and using his last strength, he raised his hand to grab Zhuang Sicheng.
But the opponent didn't give him any chance. He twisted the handle of the knife, drew the knife and retreated, leaving Mr. Yun with his eyes blank. He raised his hand to grab the air and fell to the ground with a plop. Blood flowed out and dyed the ring red.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Lang frowned...
Zhuang Sicheng's knife not only pierced the throat, but also broke the necklace around Mr. Yun's neck!
As the martial arts rookie's blood spilled across the ring, the pendant seemed to glow faintly and sank into Zhuang Sicheng's body!
"What is that?" Zhang Lang asked in his heart.
"I don't know..." Xu replied: "It should be related to the power of the altar. The natives can't see it... Is this Zhuang Sicheng harvesting souls?"
"The evil means of reincarnation?"
Zhang Lang snorted coldly, anger welling up in his heart again.
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"Hey..." Shen Changfeng in the stands sighed when he saw this:
"Third Young Master Yun is also a famous young talent in the martial arts world. What a pity, what a pity... Yu'er!"
"Yes!" Fang Yu nodded in agreement.
"Take away Mr. Yun's body and send someone to prepare a big gift and return it to Feiyunmen together with the body of Third Mr. Yun. Tell them what happened and express their admiration for Mr. Yun's persistence in fighting to the death, but express his gratitude for his death. regret……"
"Disciple understands!"
Fang Yu nodded and accepted the order, hesitated for a moment, and then asked:
"But Feiyun Sect is also a major martial arts sect after all. The master's son died in my Shen family...isn't it..."
"This matter has been testified by various martial arts factions!" Shen Changfeng narrowed his eyes:
"You must remember to warn me, whether it is to express comfort or sympathy, you must not show guilt, let alone apologize!"
"Although Mr. Yun died in my Shen family, it is not my Shen family's fault in the final analysis! In a fair competition, swords have no eyes. He was not as skilled as others and died on the stage. My Shen family is willing to fund the pension as a matter of love. Don't cause trouble!" "
"Disciple understands!" Fang Yu accepted the order again. Shen Changfeng looked at his eyes and nodded with relief.
Shen Qianqian on the side touched her chin:
"This Zhuang Sicheng is quite interesting... Dad, do you think he can really practice the Heart-Destroying Palm to the level he does?"
"I've never met your father anyway!"
Shen Changfeng stroked his beard:
"But the world is so big that there are many wonders. Maybe Zhuang Sicheng is so talented that he can really achieve this unrivaled miraculous skill!"
Speaking of this, Shen Changfeng suddenly frowned and stared at Zhuang Sicheng's bearded face:
"By the way, Yu'er, go back and check, how old is Zhuang Sicheng?"
