"Your disease can be cured!" Six decisive words came out of Yiran's mouth one by one.
Normally, such words would not only be regarded as a joke, but even as a provocation.
But when it came out of this young man's mouth, everyone felt that he was not joking.
However, Wang Sicheng's only response to Yiran was to keep roaring.
Upon seeing this, Yiran stopped saying anything and walked towards the crazy Wang Sicheng.
When Wang Sicheng saw that his prey dared to attack him, his anger exploded uncontrollably.
Wang Sicheng looked up to the sky and roared, his whole face twisted, completely unlike an ordinary person.
He stomped the ring with his right foot, causing spider web-like cracks to appear in a corner of the ring, and his body was ejected.
However, he rushed out quickly and was beaten back even faster.
Yiran showed all his cultivation. His cultivation alone was comparable to that of the five-star Grand Martial Sect, not to mention that the purity of his true energy was several times that of his internal energy.
With an absolute advantage in all aspects, Yiran beating Wang Sicheng was like a father spanking a disobedient and stubborn child.
Yiran was obviously walking slowly, but Wang Sicheng was running towards him quickly, but Wang Sicheng was repelled time and time again.
Yiran even deliberately imitated Wang Sicheng's wounding power in the previous two battles, specifically attacking Wang Sicheng's hands, ankles, ankles and spine.
One punch, two punches, one elbow, two elbows, one kick, two kicks.
Wang Sicheng was like a sandbag. One moment he was knocked into the sky, and the next moment he was beaten into the ring.
This scene made all the young monks in Donglai City, as long as they had heard Wang Sicheng's name, fall into a daze.
Even those who have never heard of Wang Sicheng's name and have watched his previous two battles are still incredulous.
Even the deputy city lord, who had been standing outside the formation with his eyes closed after activating the formation, opened his eyes for the first time and watched with interest the only arena where there was still fighting, where one person was beating another violently.
As for why he paid attention to such an inconspicuous battle, it was naturally because he saw that Yiran's method was completely imitating Wang Sicheng.
Although he didn't understand why Yiran did this, he still found it interesting, because in comparison, he would be more curious about Yiran's own fighting style.
Compared with others who fell into a sluggish state due to excitement, Wang Sicheng felt as if he had been stunned.
After being knocked back several times, he discovered that the guy opposite was actually using his usual methods to deal with him.
The force of the blow on his arm and the force of the kick on his spine were exactly the same as when he attacked.
Wang Sicheng roared and tried to fight back, trying to change the situation, but it was in vain again and again.
His bloody face had been twisted to the extreme without even realizing it, and his breathing sounded like a cow mooing.
Feeling the pain one after another in his body, Wang Sicheng felt sadness in his heart. His bloodthirsty impulse was suppressed by this sadness, and he kept repeating, "I am sick and I don't need treatment!"
Looking at the extremely stubborn Wang Sicheng, Yiran, who felt that he had not yet achieved the results he wanted, would certainly not give up.
Wang Sicheng had no power to fight back and was beaten for a whole stick of incense. After the beating, Wang Sicheng even gave up resistance, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes red.
During the rare Qingming Festival, Wang Sicheng even began to regret why he came to the secret realm of Laoshizi Tianchi.
The only hope left in my heart was to pass out quickly so that this torture could end quickly.
Of course Yiran did not have such a habit of abusing people, so of course he did this to suppress Wang Sicheng's bloodthirsty.
Therefore, I chose to use the fighting method, the most familiar power, and even the most familiar attack point that Wang Sicheng was most familiar with, just to stimulate Wang Sicheng.
When he took the stage, Yiran, like everyone else, only saw Wang Sicheng's cruelty. The only difference was that he understood that Wang Sicheng's cruelty was because of his illness.
This disease is very common, it is indirect mania, an extremely common mental illness.
The reason why you have this disease is most likely because you suffered severe stimulation when you were young.
When he is not sick, he is no different from ordinary people. Only when he is sick will he show signs of illness.
The cause of Wang Sicheng's illness is also obvious. As long as he feels hostility during a battle, he will immediately become crazy.
This is actually very similar to the food-preserving instinct of animals. In fact, they are both instincts to protect themselves.
Therefore, when he took the stage, Yiran only said "You are sick", undoubtedly telling Wang Sicheng, who was still rational, that this bloodthirsty state was a disease and could be changed.
But Yiran didn't have much desire for this. After all, he had no friendship with Wang Sicheng, it was just a passing mention.
As for whether Wang Sicheng believed it or not, or whether the family or some force behind him would be able to cure him, Yi Ran actually didn't care.
But when Wang Sicheng smashed his clothes and exposed his chest full of scars, Yiran's mind changed.
Because no family would train their descendants like this, and they would be the most talented descendants.
It is normal to be injured in battle, but it is abnormal to leave so many scars, because a talented person like Wang Sicheng should have the most superior resources.
All mental techniques, martial arts, weapons, and potions should be top-notch.
But Wang Sicheng had nothing. He relied on his own body to fight. His inner strength was only due to his cultivation as a two-star martial artist. He had no weapons and no medicine to recover after the battle.
All this shows that Wang Sicheng has no power behind him, and that everything he has today is all achieved by himself.
Yi Ran was able to get to where he is today because the Daozang in his mind provided him with everything he needed for practice besides resources, but Wang Sicheng had nothing and relied solely on his ruthlessness.
Yiran saw himself in Wang Sicheng, but at least he had Gude's guidance, Huang Zhan and Zhao Tianming's care, and his deceased friends with whom he could drink.
But Wang Sicheng seemed to have nothing.
So Yiran's mentality changed. He no longer only thought about defeating Wang Sicheng, but instead thought about how to restrain his madness.
Since most of this disease is caused by stimulation, Yiran must use the fighting method that can best stimulate Wang Sicheng.
All Yiran could think of was to use what Wang Sicheng was most familiar with to inflict it on himself.
As the saying goes, you can fight fire with fire, but can inflaming an irritated person calm down a person's emotions?
Obviously, it cannot!
After Wang Sicheng was stimulated, his mood kept switching between bloodthirsty and clarity, but he had no intention of calming down.
Those words "I'm sick and I don't need treatment" were like a fist hitting Yiran's heart.
How desperate he is, how angry he is at the world, and how much he doesn't want or need to get better even though he knows that his desire to kill is a disease.
How can you persuade others to do good without going through their suffering?
His ruthlessness is like his knife, the only thing he can trust to protect himself.
Yiran also felt a little sad. Wang Sicheng knew that his mental state was problematic, but he didn't want to get better. How disappointed should he be with the world in his heart?
Obviously, these things cannot be changed by just playing. It is by no means an easy thing to bring this guy who is as talented as the top geniuses back to normal.
Especially since he himself is still resisting and rejecting the world.
Thinking of this, Yiran also gave up her plan to continue beating Wang Sicheng and looked at Wang Sicheng, who was bruised and bruised but not injured at all.
Yiran said no more, stepped forward, and "spirited fish leaped into the abyss"!
The figure instantly came to Wang Sicheng, punched Wang Sicheng on the head, and shouted "Bang!"
Wang Sicheng leaned back without any resistance, and his whole body flew out of the ring.
When Wang Sicheng fell unconscious and fell under the ring, no one dared to approach him for a while.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Well done, well done!"
After a while, deafening cheers resounded throughout Tianchi City.
But the cheers are still indispensable: "Finally someone can defeat this big devil."
"That's right, such a cruel guy can have such a powerful talent"!
"I wish I could beat this devil to death myself!" Such nonsense.
Until the last moment, when he saw Yiran's last punch full of sword power, the deputy city lord, who had been watching the show, his eyes lit up.
"So this kid uses a sword!"
Then the deputy city leader waved his right arm towards Wang Sicheng, and immediately two leaps out, came to the bottom of the ring, picked up Wang Sicheng, and then disappeared from the spot.
The deputy city lord then jumped into the air lightly and said to the entire young people in Tianchi City:
"The competition for the God of War Ranking is over. The twenty people standing on the stage are qualified to enter the Tianchi Secret Realm. They will enter the Tianchi Secret Realm here tomorrow."
The sound is not that loud and shocking, but with the blessing of inner energy, everyone can hear it clearly.
"The space formation will be closed in two hours. At that time, the challenge to our Tianchi City guards will also end. Those who want to get a chance to enter the secret realm, or those who want to prove their strength, hurry up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the deputy city lord disappeared in a flash and returned to the formation, returning to his previous lazy appearance.
After hearing the end of the God of War Ranking, many people in the arena breathed a long sigh of relief.
In order to maintain this position, there is a battle almost every half day, and almost no one can bear this frequency.
After all, his opponent was very different from himself. Every battle required countless efforts. Many injuries on his body had no time to fully recover and were all temporarily suppressed by medicine.
After relaxing in an instant, most of the geniuses lay directly on the ring, looking helplessly into the air, even Meng Zhan did the same.
Zhang Fan jumped off the ring at a trot, then came to Wang Xiaofei's ring, and held up Wang Xiaofei's shaky body.
Wang Xiaofei pretended to fight, but after seeing the different look in Zhang Fan's eyes, she silently retracted her raised palm.
Song Yulong supported the exhausted Tang Fengyin and Cai Tiehan with one hand and still did not forget to say hello to Yi Ran before slowly walking into the crowd.
Just when Yi Ran turned around and walked off the ring, she saw Mo Xiangyi smiling at her back, a smile that was alluring.
Yiran knew that Mo Xiangyi had guessed her identity after all, and he also knew that he could feel her joy.
However, both of them had a tacit understanding and parted without saying a word.
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