On the ring, Mo Jiujiu was like a ghost, nimbly shuttled between Zhang Liucheng's attacks. His figure was erratic, as mysterious and cunning as a ghost.
His hands were like two lightning bolts, changing gestures rapidly,
At the same time, some mysterious spell came out of Mo Jiujiu's mouth, which was like a wolf howling in the dark night.
A powerful evil force condensed around Mo Jiujiu. This force was like a demon wandering in the dark night, with coldness and cruelty, hovering around him, forming a huge whirlpool of evil energy.
The vortex seemed to be brewing a storm that was about to break out. The black demonic energy was swirling and swinging in the vortex, like an enraged dragon, swaying angrily and potentially launching a fatal attack at any time.
"Dark Vortex!"
Mo Jiujiu's shouts were like thunder roaring in the ring.
He pushed his hands forward suddenly, and the violent whirlpool of demonic energy galloped out like a wild horse, with unstoppable power.
With the will to destroy everything, like the god of death, it rushed towards Zhang Liucheng.
Zhang Liucheng nimbly dodged and skillfully avoided Mo Jiujiu's attack.
He then used invisible power to push back Mo Jiujiu's attack easily.
Zhang Liucheng laughed sarcastically: "Is this all your strength? It's really insignificant."
Hearing Zhang Liucheng's words, Mo Jiujiu's inner desire to fight became even higher.
He no longer chose to retreat, but faced Zhang Liucheng's challenge head-on.
Mo Jiujiu's figure flickers lightly on the ring, like a ghost-like existence. Whether he attacks or defends, he is as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.
However, Zhang Liucheng did not have any scruples because of this. His figure galloped like a ghost on the ring, and his speed was jaw-dropping.
Zhang Liucheng's fingers kept stroking gently in the void, like stroking the strings of a piano. Each wave brought an invisible force, like a breeze blowing across the lake, quietly causing the space to vibrate.
In less than three breaths, Mo Jiujiu had completely fallen into Zhang Liucheng's control.
Mo Jiujiu's attacks, whether they were violent punches or weird spells, were all easily resolved by Zhang Liucheng.
At this time, Mo Jiujiu's body seemed to be tightly bound by countless invisible shackles, with no freedom at all.
Mo Jiujiu's eyes were full of astonishment and confusion, unable to understand why his power had become so weak at this moment, unable to break free from this seemingly peaceful but powerful restraint.
Observing the scene on the ring, the crowd below couldn't help but exclaim again. They were stunned and could hardly believe what they were seeing.
In their minds, Mo Jiujiu is like an unshakable giant, powerful and invincible.
However, now in Zhang Liucheng's hands, Mo Jiujiu was unable to fight back.
You know, Mo Jiujiu's talent is so powerful that it is rare in the world.
He is regarded as one of the 100 most promising people in the past century to enter the realm of gods and demons.
However, who would have thought that such a peerless genius would be defeated by the unknown Zhang Liucheng at this critical moment today.
And this defeat was so desolate and so complete.
The demons were talking a lot, and the sight in front of them made them unbelievable.
"How is this possible! Mo Jiujiu is recognized as the overlord of the arena!"
"Who is this young man? He can actually make Mo Jiujiu so embarrassed and unable to fight back!"
"I don't know, but this guy looks very young. Is he really a casual cultivator?"
"I see, this kid is definitely not a kind person, and he doesn't look like a member of our demon clan at all!"
The scene was in an uproar, and everyone was discussing the battle between Zhang Liucheng and Mo Jiujiu.
Some people exclaimed, some were panicked, and some were excited.
The Ninth Elder's eyes had become deep and gloomy, completely beyond his expectation. He was deeply surprised that Zhang Liucheng was so powerful.
He stared closely at Zhang Liucheng on the ring, feeling uneasy for the first time in his heart.
"This is where you end up."
Zhang Liucheng's cold eyes pierced Mo Jiujiu like ice. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Mo Jiujiu's abdomen with thunderous force.
That force was like a violent storm, unstoppable, and knocked Mo Jiujiu violently into the ring.
The power seemed to be so powerful that it could tear apart the heaven and the earth, directly shattering Mo Jiujiu's Dantian, just like a weak fire extinguished instantly in the strong wind.
At that moment, Mo Jiujiu's fire of life was extinguished instantly, and he died before he even had time to feel the coming pain.
Mo Jiujiu's body flew lightly in the air, and then fell leisurely like an autumn leaf, falling dullly under the ring, raising a cloud of dust.
Then, Zhang Liucheng suddenly turned around and faced the Ninth Elder, with a cold smile habitually raised on his lips.
His voice was sonorous and he said loudly: "Today, I will challenge three hundred demon geniuses with my own strength!"
"Boy, you are so arrogant!" The Ninth Elder opened his eyes angrily, frowned tightly, and shouted sternly: "In that case, I will do as you wish!"
Before he finished speaking, the darkness behind him suddenly shattered, and countless ghosts seemed to flash.
In an instant, three hundred demon youths appeared on the ring. Their faces were ferocious, like demons who had just escaped from hell.
The magic weapons held in their hands were different, but they all exuded the cold aura of death.
The encirclement formed by them was like a huge claw, holding Zhang Liucheng tightly, putting him in a helpless and dangerous situation.
Zhang Liucheng did not show a trace of panic, but instead shone with determination and firmness.
He took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly to the demon youths in front of him: "Since you are seeking death, then I will help you! Recite the magnetic force to immobilize them all, immobilize them all!"
Before he finished speaking, a purple halo instantly bloomed from Zhang Liucheng's side, like a huge bubble of silence, tightly surrounding the three hundred demon youths.
Under the magic of the halo, those demon youths seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, unable to move or struggle anymore. They were like souls forgotten by the god of death, falling into endless silence.
"die!"
Zhang Liucheng tightly grasped the mountain-chopping hoe, and his figure was as fast as lightning. He instantly passed through the constraints of space and appeared in the frightened sight of a demon boy.
Zhang Liucheng swung the hoe violently, and the hoe struck down like thunder, splitting the boy's head accurately, causing the boy's head to split into two halves instantly, and the bloody brain tissue and bones were clearly visible.
Although the rest of the demon youths were immobilized by the telemagnetic force and their whole bodies were like stiff stone statues, unable to move, their eyes could see Zhang Liucheng's every move.
They watched helplessly as their compatriots and companions were brutally murdered one by one, their eyes filled with unspeakable fear and helplessness.
Their eyes were like fallen leaves in autumn, filled with endless desolation and fear, which was unbearable to look at.
