"Defeat Wu Dong with one move, so strong!"
"Wu Wenlong just defeated Wu Dong with ten moves..."
"It seems that Ling Tian's strength is even higher than that of Wu Wenlong!"
"No wonder, no wonder the castle master directly let Ling Tian pass the selection."
The victory was decided, and the martial arts arena was filled with excitement and everyone was shocked.
puff!
Wu Dong, who had fallen to the ground, got up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this time, his eyes looking at Ling Tian were also full of disbelief.
But looking at his appearance, he still seemed a little dissatisfied.
"If I hadn't been injured before, you wouldn't have been able to defeat me so easily."
Wu Dong held the sword tightly with one hand and covered his chest with the other, yelling at Ling Tian.
It seemed that he intended to use his roar to silence the martial arts arena and shut up everyone.
Use this to resolve his embarrassment and save his face.
Wu He was also a little surprised by this result, feeling that Ling Tian was obviously stronger than three years ago.
When he saw that Wu Dong was still messing around, he immediately lost his previous worries and scolded Wu Dong dissatisfiedly, "Get out of here quickly and stop messing around."
"I don't!"
Wu Dong wanted to save face and growled.
He didn't know what he could do if he didn't retreat.
But he just wouldn't retreat.
"Asshole!"
Wu He was angry.
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
When Ling Tian saw this, he smiled.
After saying that, he walked towards Wu Dong.
"Ling Tian?"
Wu He was stunned for a moment and looked at Ling Tian in confusion.
After a few steps, Ling Tian arrived in front of Wu Dong.
"What are you going to do?"
Wu Dong felt the pressure from Ling Tian and took a step back unconsciously.
This kind of behavior is somewhat inconsistent with his previous tough appearance.
Ling Tian didn't respond to Wu Dong, but raised his hand and put it on Wu Dong's shoulder.
Wu Dong was about to retreat when he suddenly felt a surge of pure life force pouring into his body.
Immediately afterwards, his injuries recovered at an extremely fast speed.
After three breaths, Ling Tian retracted his palm and took two steps back.
"Now, your injuries are all healed. I'll give you another chance."
Ling Tian said to Wu Dong calmly with a confident smile on his face.
"this……"
Everyone in the martial arts arena was stunned for a moment.
Only then did they understand Ling Tian's intention.
Ling Tian wounded Wu Dong with a sword, and then restored Wu Dong's injuries.
The purpose is to give Wu Dong a chance to fight again.
If Wu Dong loses again, what excuse can he make?
"Don't regret it!"
Wu Dong knew Ling Tian's intentions and immediately felt despised.
But this is also an opportunity for him.
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura erupted from his body.
"Take the move!"
Wu Dong roared again and his figure jumped up again.
This knife is exactly the same as the previous one.
However, Wu Dong has switched to holding the sword with both hands.
Judging from the power, it seems to be stronger than the previous sword.
"Do you only know this trick?"
Ling Tian raised his head and glanced at Wu Dong, shaking his head in disappointment.
Originally, he had expectations for Wu Dong.
I thought that the other party must be somewhat capable if he dared to be so arrogant.
But looking at it now, it doesn’t seem like much.
call out!
Wu Dong came to kill him with one sword, and Ling Tian slashed out with his sword.
Since Wu Dong didn't change his moves, he was too lazy to change his moves.
The chaos sword light flashed past and slashed upward.
A terrifying sound was heard, and Wu Dong's figure flew out again.
But this time, he was not directly blown to the ground.
He moved and turned several times in the void, and immediately stabilized his figure.
Afterwards, he stepped forward in the air and charged out with his sword one after another.
Ling Tian moved his steps, dodging Wu Dong's sword light, and at the same time, he gently pointed his sword forward.
"What?"
Wu Dong originally thought that someone as strong as Ling Tian would confront him head-on.
Unexpectedly, Ling Tian used this method to easily neutralize his attack.
Facing Ling Tian's sword attack, he had no defense at all.
Before the next thought appeared in his mind, the sword light pierced directly into his abdomen.
Then his figure fell to the ground and fell into a pool of blood.
Ling Tian was afraid that Wu Dong was dead, so he immediately walked tremblingly to Wu Dong.
Then his palm reached out, pressed down on the opponent's pierced abdomen, and injected life force into it.
Not long after, Wu Dong's injury was effectively recovered.
But his face was still extremely pale.
This kind of whiteness is not bloodless whiteness.
It was the ultimate shame that made him breathless.
"Why?"
Wu Dong, who had recovered from his injuries, gritted his teeth and stared at Ling Tiandao.
He couldn't understand why he was no match for Ling Tian at the lower Saint King level even though he was clearly a high-ranking Saint King.
"You probably rarely leave Wujiabao. Even if you do, you haven't experienced a real life-and-death fight, right?"
Ling Tian knew what Wu Dong wanted to ask, but he did not answer the other party and just asked lightly.
After coming to the underworld for many years, he discovered a problem.
Most people born in the underworld are not as powerful as warriors from the small world in the same realm. This is the case with Wu Dong in front of him.
Wu Dong was in the Wujia Fort. He had the cultivation level of a high-level Saint King and was originally a member of the hunting team.
But hunting teams usually go hunting in groups and rarely encounter anything too thrilling.
This led to the fact that Wu Dong had never experienced a real life-and-death fight, and he was able to achieve the upper-level Holy King realm only because he practiced hard enough and Wujiabao's resources were pretty good.
Those warriors from the small world are different.
They all came from the small world, and their combat power was generally not weak.
Of course, the conclusion that people born in the underworld are not as powerful as warriors in the small world under the same circumstances only applies to small places like Wujiabao.
Overall, Wujiabao is a relatively comfortable place, just an inconspicuous force in the underworld.
"A fight to the death?"
Wu Dong was stunned, not quite understanding what Ling Tian meant.
Ling Tian didn't want to explain so much to Wu Dong.
At this time, he had returned to Wu Wenlong's side.
"Okay, that's it for today!"
Wu He spoke at the right time, looked at Ling Tian and said, "The ten of you go back and get ready. The castle master will personally take you to Zishan County in three days."
"yes!"
The ten people agreed and dispersed one after another.
"Brother Lingtian, see you in three days."
Wu Wenlong greeted Ling Tian.
"Um."
Ling Tian nodded slightly.
Afterwards, he and Yao Yifei left the martial arts arena.
"Yifei, please prepare yourself. If we leave this time, we may never come back again."
On the way back to the small courtyard, Ling Tian reminded Yao Yifei.
Members of the Black Armor Army reserve battalion will go to Futian City, the main city of Futian Mansion, for training.
Ling Tian was very confident in himself and believed that it was unlikely to return to Wujiabao in the future.
This time when I went to Zishan County, I had to take Yao Yifei with me.
In the past few years, Yao Yifei spent most of her time discussing alchemy with the three young masters of alchemy in Wujiabao, and did not spend much energy on practice.
However, due to the fact that he has refined low-grade imperial crystals, his cultivation level has continued to advance rapidly, and he has now reached the realm of a low-grade holy emperor.
Just because she had never shown her strength in front of others, no one in Wujiabao knew about it.
The lower Saint Emperor Realm cultivation level has some ability to protect themselves in Futian Mansion. In addition, Ling Tian has enough tungsten stones, so it is not too difficult for the two of them to settle down in Futian City.
