At this time, the little bastard stood on the ring and shouted loudly: "Who else is there? Fight with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone below the ring retreated.
Because their hearts are full of fear, these fears prevent them from going to the ring, or even getting close to the ring.
The little bastard stood on the ring and glanced around. Seeing that no one dared to challenge on the stage, he turned around and winked at the poor boy.
The poor boy immediately understood, with an excited smile on his face, and then he appeared on the seventh stage in a flash.
"I am a poor boy from the Spiritual Beast Sect. My strength is only average. If you want to fight me, come quickly!" The poor boy stood on the ring with a harmless smile on his face.
"Big guy, I'm here to meet you." At this moment, a seemingly elegant and white-faced boy wearing a red robe appeared on the ring in a flash.
"Young white-faced boy, you go first. It's best to use your full strength." The poor boy looked at the white-faced boy as if he were an ant, with a look of contempt on his face. "Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to take action in front of me."
"Hmph, such an arrogant big guy, I want to see what you are capable of?" Hearing this, the white-faced boy glanced at him and snorted coldly. Then he grabbed his right hand out of thin air, and a blood-red long knife appeared in his hand. He stretched out his left hand, and a small red shield the size of a palm appeared in his hand. Suddenly, with a flash of light, the small red shield turned into a six-foot-tall red shield. , the red shield was covered with red runes, these red runes emitted red light, and then the red shield floated in front of him to defend himself.
Seeing this scene, the poor boy just smiled, and then a terrifying power burst out from his body. Suddenly, light flashed on his arms, and the Glitter God's Gloves appeared on his arms. .
"Man and sword merge into one!" The white-faced boy threw the blood-red sword in his hand into the air, and then cast a spell, and the sword instantly turned into a giant red sword dozens of feet long.
Immediately afterwards, a red light shot out from the long knife and enveloped the body of the white-faced boy. Then a huge suction force surged out. The white-faced boy's body involuntarily followed the direction of the suction force.
At the same time, the red giant knife slashed towards the poor boy.
When the poor boy saw this, he was not afraid at all and put his arms together to block the blow.
There was only a loud sound of "Bang!", and the red giant sword and the Glittering God's Gauntlet collided fiercely, immediately setting off a terrifying wave of air that swept in all directions.
The poor boy was only knocked back a step under this blow.
The red giant sword immediately shattered after it collided with the Glitter God's Gauntlet, turning into countless fragments and flying in all directions.
The white-faced boy retreated continuously, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his face instantly turned extremely pale. He retreated to the edge of the ring, only one step away from falling off the ring, and then he stopped.
"This big guy really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!" the white-faced boy secretly thought, looking at the poor boy with surprise in his eyes.
The poor boy's strength far exceeded his expectations, which made him have a strong fear of the poor boy. He didn't know whether he could defeat him.
"Since you have already taken action, it's my turn now." The poor boy glanced at him and said coldly.
Upon hearing this, the white-faced boy's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly blocked the red shield in front of him.
"Punch me." When the poor boy saw this, he shook his head and rushed towards the white-faced boy. Then, he punched lightly and collided with the white-faced boy's red shield.
There was only a "click" sound, and the red shield was directly blown into pieces. The white-faced boy was shocked by this force and flew backwards for thousands of meters. The wall of the competition site was blown away. It collapsed directly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted on the spot.
Suddenly, the whole place fell into dead silence, and you could hear a needle drop. Everyone looked at the poor boy with dull eyes, and they were all deeply fearful and shocked, unable to extricate themselves.
"My grandma, what is going on? Why are the monks of the Spirit Beast Sect so strong!"
"What? Defeat the enemy with one move?"
"Isn't this kid too fierce?"
The poor boy stood on the ring, looked at everyone in the audience with disdain, and shouted loudly: "Who dares to fight me for 800 rounds?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that it was as if you could hear a pin drop.
Eight hundred rounds? If you can't even block a move, how can you talk about 800 rounds? This is just a joke.
"Since no one has come up to challenge me, I'll take a nap first." Seeing this, the poor boy smiled faintly. He was quite satisfied with this reaction.
After saying that, he sat cross-legged on the ring.
Seeing this scene, Xiaohong nodded slightly, then told the will-o'-the-wisp: "Brother the will-o'-the-wisp, you go to the ring and have a fight."
"Yes, Sister Hong." Ghost Fire said, cupping his fists.
After that, he slowly walked towards the ring. The monks in the audience looked at him with strange eyes, but he ignored them and walked straight to the No. 8 ring.
Ghost Fire held his hands in front of his chest, looked at the crowd below, and shouted loudly: "Who else looks down on our Spirit Beast Sect? Please come to the ring and fight me. We will speak on our strength."
As soon as Guihuo finished speaking, a middle-aged man in monk's robes appeared on the ring. This man was tall and bald, with piercing eyes, like an unsheathed sword, extremely sharp.
The middle-aged man held a long black stick, looked at the will-o'-the-wisp coldly, and said in a deep voice. "I don't believe you are that strong!"
"You try it, and you'll know." Ghost Fire said with a smile.
After hearing the words of the ghost fire, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.
"Just try it, am I still afraid?"
"Ghost's Void Step!" Hearing this, Ghost Fire smiled and disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, a black spear appeared in his hand. Black flames were like water flowing around the gun body. He He held a long gun and slammed it towards the middle-aged man. "Today I will let you taste the power of my ghost fire body-burning gun!"
His speed was extremely fast, and he appeared in front of the middle-aged man in almost the blink of an eye.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he suddenly raised the long black stick in his hand and placed it horizontally above his head without hesitation.
The will-o'-the-wisp gun fell from the sky and hit the long black stick hard.
There was just a click, and the long black stick was instantly smashed into two pieces.
The will-o'-the-wisp body-burning gun continued unabated and hit the middle-aged man's shoulder directly.
Only a scream of "Ah" was heard, and then the middle-aged man sank into the ground, with only his head exposed on the ground.
"Poof!" The bones of the middle-aged man's left shoulder were completely broken, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fainted.
This scene happened so fast that no one present could react. No one, including Territory Lord Xia Changsheng, could see clearly what was going on. The two sides had already ended the battle.
When they saw clearly, they realized that the middle-aged man had sunk into the ground, with only his head exposed.
When everyone saw this scene, their expressions changed drastically and they were shocked.
"The floor of the arena is so hard. How much strength does it take to punch someone into the ground?"
"The battle is over in less than three breaths. This is too fast!"
"That kid's speed is simply unmatched!"
"Why are all the monks of the Spiritual Beast Sect so strong! That kid also defeated his opponent with one move."
At this moment, a black spiked ball fell from the sky, smashing a huge crater into the ground.
This black spiked ball was the old man who was knocked out by the gangster.
