Seeing the young man who looked ordinary from head to toe walking onto the ring, Wang Sicheng, who had not said a word for two days, said for the first time, "You are very strong."
Looking at Yi Ran who was indifferent, he then added, "I'm not weak either."
If someone else had said this sentence, it would only make people feel angry and angry, but if it came from the mouth of the notorious Wang Sicheng, it would only make people feel extremely heavy.
Being able to be called "you are strong" by this big devil, just when everyone thought that the person wanted to make a long speech to consolidate his image and reputation.
I never thought that the man just said "You are sick!"
After hearing this, the whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone's face twitched.
When Wang Sicheng heard this, a strange smile appeared on his face. As the smile became more twisted and unscrupulous, he became more and more unscrupulous.
Wang Sicheng held his forehead with his right hand, and his whole body trembled with laughter.
Under the gaze of countless people, he slowly moved his hands down to clasp his face, and growled in a low voice: "I'm sick, I'm sick!"
The words "I'm sick" resounded throughout the world, making everyone on the stage and off the stage feel extremely heavy.
When Wang Sicheng scratched his face until it was bloody, drops of blood dripped from his chin, and his whole body became cold.
Slowly lowering his hand and wiping away the blood from his fingertips, Wang Sicheng, with red eyes, completely transformed into a monster that chooses and devours people.
With a "You deserve to die", Wang Sicheng's body suddenly shot out at a speed so fast that it was difficult for those geniuses to see clearly.
Just when everyone was sweating for that guy who looked ordinary all over, they saw him moving at the same time.
What most monks can see are two phantoms that are difficult to tell who is which. Only when the two collide together will a frozen scene appear.
Different from the usual battles, Yi Ran did not use swords or spells. He just used the physique tempered by the Tianxin Xuan Body to confront Wang Sicheng head-on.
Wang Sicheng's almost unstoppable speed in the eyes of others was actually nothing more than that in the eyes of Yiran. Even in the previous two battles, Yiran could see his heel.
Zhang Fan's speed comes from the blessing of the wind element, which is an innate talent, while Wang Sicheng's speed comes from his physique.
Just like the movement skill "Spiritual Fish Leaping into the Abyss" that Yiran understood, you can increase the speed of the explosion by accumulating energy and stacking energy.
The same goes for Wang Sicheng. Through the superimposed burst of internal energy, his speed reaches an extremely terrifying level.
But at the same time, this kind of explosion puts a huge load on the body. It is impossible for ordinary geniuses or even those talented people to use this kind of explosion as an ordinary method of fighting.
But Wang Sicheng is different. His physique has been different from ordinary people since he was a child, and his almost crazy state during battle makes him not care about the limit at all, and everything will cause harm to his body.
In his eyes, as long as he can kill and maim anyone who dares to attack him, the means are not important at all.
But what he didn't expect was that the guy in front of him who put huge pressure on him had a speed that was not slower than his own!
When Wang Sicheng launched the attack, Yiran did not use the Tianxin Body, not because he underestimated Wang Sicheng, but because once he used the Tianxin Body, his identity would be exposed.
Before taking the stage, Yi Ran also deliberately put on a human skin mask. This is a side trick commonly used in the world of martial arts, but it is also used in the spiritual world.
If you hadn't watched him walk out of the inn and the guy who had drank with him was in extremely bad shape,
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Because of the similarity, he wasn't sure it was the same person.
Of course, what Song Yulong didn't expect was that this guy who liked to drink sake would have the same brutal fighting style as Wang Sicheng.
Of course, what Yiran said "you are sick" was not to insult Wang Sicheng as others thought, but to truly say that Wang Sicheng's tyranny was a disease.
It's just that no one understands it, not even Wang Sicheng himself or he doesn't care at all.
Facing Wang Sicheng's fierce offensive, Yiran would not show mercy and would even use more severe means to punish him.
Punch to punch, elbow to elbow, knee to knee.
These are the usual methods Wang Sicheng has shown before, and as long as he gets half a point advantage, he will use this advantage to hit his opponent in one fell swoop.
Yiran didn't want to expose himself, and without the use of swords or spells, the only means he had left seemed to be the physical strength that he had never used alone.
Yiran always knew that he could shake the fifth-level monster with his physical body. Even if his body training was still at the stage of perfect body, his body was never his shortcoming.
Therefore, "Spiritual Fish Leap into the Abyss" was launched directly. As an invisible pit appeared on the ring, Yiran's fist was already imprinted with Wang Sicheng's fist, and a circle of energy surged like ripples.
After exchanging punches, the two of them walked backwards at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, they moved slightly on the ring, and their bodies collided with each other again.
It’s still fist-to-fist!
There is no parrying, no defense, offense is the best defense!
Punch after punch, touching and then colliding again.
In the eyes of many people, there is no skill at all, only extremely brutal fist exchanges.
Only fellow geniuses can understand the terrifying load placed on the body by the flow of energy after every collision, and every time one steps on the ground and attacks again.
If there is no skill at all, after about five collisions, injuries will occur in the joints where the force is stored.
Judging from the current movements of the two people without any hesitation, this kind of injury does not exist at all. In other words, whether it is exerting force, unloading force or even accumulating force, both of them have unique skills.
After fighting dozens of times in the blink of an eye, neither of them showed any injuries, but Wang Sicheng had become more violent.
His red eyes seemed to be bleeding, and drool kept dripping along with his low whimpering.
When his offensive could not cause any damage to the enemy, Wang Sicheng finally broke out.
He kept hammering his chest with both fists, smashing his clothes to pieces, revealing his chest full of interlaced scars. Even near the heart, the interlaced wounds did not diminish at all.
The shocking scars made everyone shudder, causing the entire street and all the young people on the roof of the inn to fall into silence.
No one at the scene could imagine how many life and death difficulties Wang Sicheng had gone through behind his strength.
How many times have they experienced life and death difficulties so far in their practice?
They practice the best mental martial arts in the clan. Elders with spiritual or even king levels give them guidance on magic. They also bring powerful servants with them when they go out to practice. If they are injured, they have top-notch healing potions.
In this case, the so-called life and death battle is actually the death of the enemy and their survival.
They could even tell at a glance that Wang Sicheng had such horrific scars entirely because he was injured.
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Finally, it was caused by the lack of good healing medicine.
Otherwise, no matter how serious the injury was, it would not have left such hideous scars.
Of course Wang Sicheng ignored those strange looks. Anger, unwillingness and the urge to tear Yiran to pieces completely dominated almost all of his sanity.
Not long after, Wang Sicheng beat his chest until blood dripped from his chest. The pain not only did not make him lose his breath, but instead stimulated him to become more violent.
Wang Sicheng roared violently, his whole body turned red, and the blood overflowing from his chest turned into curls of red smoke, which was inhaled into Wang Sicheng's nose.
At this moment, Wang Sicheng went completely crazy.
He stepped on the ring, and as the ring let out a broken cry, Wang Sicheng's body shot out.
His method of exerting force is very different from Yiran's. The internal force is superimposed in the body to continuously increase the speed, so as not to cause any damage to the arena.
At this time, even Wang Sicheng himself could no longer perfectly control this superposition of power.
The two bodies once again retreated at the touch of each other, but this time Wang Sicheng stood firmly on the spot, while Yiran was pushed back to the edge of the ring like a cannonball.
If Yiran hadn't activated his Qi directly after the collision, this punch would have definitely knocked Yiran out of the ring.
Although the momentum and internal energy of this punch obviously did not change much, the concentration of the internal energy was far greater than before, causing Yiran to suffer a big loss.
Just as Yiran stopped, Wang Sicheng's figure disappeared again with another cry from the arena.
Many young people who could not clearly see Wang Sicheng's figure only saw the moment when the center of the ring exploded, and the ring five feet in front of Yiran also exploded almost at the same time.
Everyone only saw Yiran take a step forward, raising his left arm in front of his chest to block, and raising his right arm to swing out at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
"Boom, boom, boom", there was a sudden loud noise.
Yiran's body stood motionless, only his legs were slightly sunk into the ring.
As for Wang Sicheng, he was knocked away at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and flew back to the other end of the ring before coming to a difficult stop.
The moment Yiran was knocked several dozen feet away, Song Yulong's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He didn't know if Yiran had any hidden strength.
But in the previous two battles, he understood that being repelled would result in absolute passivity, and he would be more likely to be seriously injured.
But what he didn't expect was that Yiran, who had retreated several dozen feet, would be able to use his next move to defeat Wang Sicheng a full hundred feet with an absolute advantage.
Wang Sicheng, who had never experienced such a situation in a fight with anyone, his red eyes became slightly clear for some reason, but in an instant he became crazy again, beating his chest constantly.
Yiran lifted his feet out of the pit and walked towards Wang Sicheng step by step, with no intention of holding back.
It was obvious that Wang Sicheng's almost crazy illness could not be brought to his senses by suppressing his strength.
Everyone's eyes showed excitement, especially those monks from Donglai City.
All the young people, whether they were Tianjiao or those under Tianjiao, felt a sense of excitement that a great revenge would be avenged.
Only Mo Xiangyi's face showed a long-lost smile, and her dark eyes curved into a crescent shape under her beautiful eyebrows.
A guy who likes to hide his strength reminds her of a guy she only interacts with for a dozen days, but will keep in her heart for the rest of her life.
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