In the brightly lit arena, the roars of "wow, wah, wah," resounded throughout the room.
Countless people cheered, waved their arms, and their eyes were full of excitement.
Just because the moment the battle started, the newcomer young man was already in a desperate situation, causing all the audience to cheer loudly. It seemed that winning the gold coin today was particularly easy.
There is a "roaring wind" blocking the way in front, and a "wind slashing" behind to cut off the retreat. In the eyes of countless spectators, Yiran is like a prey that has stepped into a trap, waiting for the hunter's butcher's knife.
But amid the waves of shouts, the battle situation did not develop as they imagined.
In the scorching eyes of countless people who were eager to see the young man fall, Yiran pinched his middle finger with his left thumb and flicked it. At the same time, he held the long sword in his right hand and dragged it out in an arc behind him.
At the moment when the middle finger flicked and the wind roared, the two forces collided instantly, forming an arc that intersects but vibrates continuously.
The vibration frequency visible to the naked eye continued to intensify, and after two breaths, the vibration was no longer discernible to the naked eye.
In front of everyone's unbelievable sight, the roar of the wind suddenly shattered.
Although this is only a third-level wind magic, it is a third-level magic cast by the great mage. Its power is not comparable to the wind roar cast by the magician.
Of course, what shocked the audience was not only the flick of the "Wind Roar" with one finger, but also the fact that the long sword that casually drew an arc was actually broken by "Wind Slash".
One moment it seemed like he was in a dead end, but the next moment he was breaking all the opponent's attacks.
When Huang Long saw Yiran's performance, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, less disdainful than before, but not as solemn.
The elemental wings flapped gently, Huang Long held his hands and raised his arms slightly, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Wind and residual clouds"!
Yiran had just broken through "Wind Roar" and "Wind Slash", but before he could continue to move forward, four small tornadoes appeared around him again.
Yiran had never seen it before, but he knew that it was the fourth-level wind magic Wind Juan Cannyun.
The magic of "Wind Rolling Remnant Cloud" originally formed two tornadoes. The two tornadoes rotated around the enemy while spinning. When they finally merged together, they strangled the enemy.
This magic can be used both offensively and defensively, but in terms of power, it is many times more powerful than "Wind Roar".
But at this moment, it must be said that Huanglong was so powerful that he could easily unleash four tornadoes, constantly rotating around Yiran.
Not only that, Huang Long, who had put away his contempt, was not prepared to hold back, but planned to directly deal a fatal blow to Yiran.
In the meantime, Huang Long's imaginary hands were clasped above his head, and two giant dragons composed of wind elements rose from the ground, and the roaring sound echoed throughout the Colosseum.
This is the sixth level magic tornado that can be used with all common elemental powers and is also the most powerful.
Four tornadoes have begun to close together, and two wind dragons are also swooping down at the same time with a threatening momentum.
Many people in the audience who knew Huang Long well had covered their eyes with their hands. They were just here to make money by betting, but they couldn't bear the bloody scene of a person being torn apart alive.
Of course, more of them are screaming in waves, excited to the extreme and eager to kill the ferocious people who appear in front of them. For them, can a battle without anyone dying still be considered a gladiatorial fight?
Just when everyone was waiting for the ending to appear, Yiran was trapped in the middle of two powerful wind magics, and a faint cyan light appeared beside him.
It's just that this cyan light, covered by the powerful wind magic, is really not worth mentioning.
Yi Ran softly shouted "Eat the world"!
This is Yiran's practice of breaking the sky
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It was the first time to use this martial skill after Jiu Zhan, but it was just right at this time and no one would feel any strangeness.
The eighth slash "Heaven and Earth Devouring" used by Song Cheng to swallow the essence and blood, was used by Yiran to swallow the aura of heaven and earth, as well as the extremely rich power of the wind element beside him.
It can even be said that this move is absorbing the power of two magics to feed back his sword gang, and then using the sword gang to counterattack Huang Long, the master of magic.
At the moment when the four tornadoes in the wind and the remaining clouds completely closed together, and the wind dragon bombarded the tornadoes at the same time, the entire arena fell into complete silence.
The screams that everyone was looking forward to never came, but instead there were expressions of surprise.
On the gladiator stage, a dazzling sword beam shot straight into the sky and struck the formation, causing it to tremble.
The audience sitting in the front row of the auditorium saw the formation that was constantly flickering and shaking, and many of them were shocked and at a loss.
The audience in the back row and those with more experience were watching the ever-changing situation on the stage carefully.
When Jian Gang appeared, the two powerful magics surrounding the young man had dissipated, and the invisible magic no longer had any power.
But a strong wind swept across the entire arena, knocking many members of aristocratic families with low cultivation levels off their feet.
Until now, looking at the young man who was breathing heavily but with no change in his breath, Huang Long finally had a solemn look in his eyes and said hoarsely:
"Boy, you are very good. At such a young age, your strength is already comparable to mine. You are definitely a genius among many in Yishui City."
"A genius like you should have a broader world instead of dying here. How about I give you a chance and step off the stage yourself."
Yi Ran smiled and said nothing, just staring into Huang Long's eyes.
But there were waves of boos from the audience, constantly mocking Huang Long, and among the countless taunts, the voices of those from aristocratic families became louder.
But Huang Long's expression didn't show any emotion at all. He just looked back at the people who were shouting the loudest.
Keep those people in mind, and wait until one day to meet outside the city, and then let them understand that there is a price to pay for some words.
Although Huang Long's action of turning back was to remember the appearance of those people, it was actually a deliberate attempt to sell Yiran a loophole so that Yiran could understand his "sincerity". However, it was also a trap to see Yiran's next move.
Because Huang Long still has full confidence, as a magician who can lock the opponent's movements, he already has a huge advantage.
In addition, as a great wind mage who can advance, attack, retreat and run away, he has absolute confidence. Even if he cannot kill this young man, he cannot do anything to himself either. At most, the outcome is mixed but never. will die.
But to Huang Long's expectation, the young man not only did not step back, but also did not take action. He just stood there and looked at him, as if he was watching a self-promoting clown.
The corners of Huang Long's mouth twitched and his face darkened. The young man opposite him had surprised him three times in a row.
Both encounters broke his magic perfectly, and this third verbal test showed a composure far beyond his age, neither advancing nor retreating.
On the contrary, Huang Long himself had a somewhat ominous premonition.
Looking at the silent Huanglong flying in the air, Yiran had an evil smile on his lips and said slowly:
"Seeing that it was my first time to participate in a gladiatorial contest when I was young, I just thought I was easy to bully and killed me immediately."
After a slight pause, Yiran continued:
"We fought twice, and all four magics were broken by me. I wanted to ask for peace, but I still used this method.
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Poor psychological warfare. "
"You say you are better than me, but you don't know where you are stronger, but you want to ask for advice."
After speaking, Yiran took a step forward, and his whole aura became extremely sharp.
Huang Long, who was floating in the air and kept a distance from Yiran at all times, swayed suddenly when he saw the aura emitted by Yiran, and almost fell down.
Huang Long still didn't realize until this moment that he was really the clown. When he was testing the young man opposite with his words, his own mentality had already deteriorated and he had lost the momentum to fight to the death.
Everyone in the audience clutched the betting tickets tightly, with their hearts in their throats.
They really couldn't imagine how a young man of this age could be more powerful than Huang Long, who had been in the arena all year round.
They had seen Huang Long use "Wind Rolling Remnant Cloud" and "Wind Tornado" many times. Even if his opponents could resist "Wind Rolling Remnant Cloud", most of them would be defeated by the successive "Wind Tornado".
They are also monks with strong combat capabilities, and they know even more clearly that those practitioners with strong talents will definitely miss the opportunity to hone their martial arts and actual combat while rapidly improving their cultivation.
There are only twelve hours in a day. You can either meditate and practice to improve your cultivation, or go to battle to hone your martial arts and combat power. How many people can do both.
They also believe that there will be such a genius who can do both, but such a proud man will never appear in this arena, let alone be met by them so easily.
The notes in their hands had been soaked with sweat from their palms for some time, but they did not want to take their eyes away from the battle, for fear that the result of the battle would appear in the next second, and the result would be in a direction that they could not accept.
"Boy, since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being cruel."
As soon as the hoarse voice fell, Huang Long clenched his hands into fists, his expression became extremely distorted, as if he was undergoing the pain of having his muscles peeled off, and then he roared to the sky.
"The wings of the wind are shattered, the wind demon rises, and the wind demon kills all living beings!"
Listening to Huang Long's words, Yiran's eyes became solemn.
There are various martial arts, and magic is not fixed. As long as the magician's mental power is strong enough, he can control the elements to form new magic according to his own wishes.
After Huang Long chanted in front of him, a figure made of wind elements appeared, which was his own magic, what he called the Wind Demon.
The audience immediately cheered, and the cheers from those aristocratic families became even crazier. They had long forgotten that they were insulting that guy just now.
A man from aristocratic family stood up, pointed at Huang Long and laughed and cursed:
"You stupid Huanglong, you have participated in so many battles, but you still have such a terrible trump card."
The other person's voice was louder, and the previous depression and anxiety in his heart were swept away, and he shouted:
"Wind Demon, Wind Demon, what a Wind Demon, you actually have your own magic."
In Yiran's eyes, pieces of elemental power were torn out from the wind element wings behind Huang Long, as if countless feathers were falling continuously.
As the power of the elements was torn out, the elemental wings continued to become smaller, but the figure in front of him continued to become more real.
The biggest function of the elemental wings is to increase one's own magic, but at this moment, Huang Long has used it to its full potential. The pain of tearing out the elemental power is definitely not something that most people can endure.
Just when the last elemental power was torn out from its wings and Huang Long fell to the ground with a pale face, the figure in front of him had become lifelike.
The long knife in its hand is condensed with endless wind elements, showing the sharpness of the wind elements to the extreme.
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