Huo Xing's figure was dragged dozens of feet on the ground before all the strength was released. He lay on his back, blood from his mouth constantly overflowing, and his face was extremely pale.
The pair of eyes that were originally like fire were now dimmed, and were even flashing with shock, unwillingness, fear and disbelief!
Lost!
As soon as his Balrog avatar was summoned, before he even had time to release even the slightest bit of power, he was blown away by a powerful punch from Wei Hu!
The true body of the Fire Demon was a powerful incarnation that Fire Xing had spent a lot of effort and energy on over the past six months. He had suffered a lot and was extremely satisfied with its power. However, reality slapped him hard in the face!
You must know that in the past six months, he has not only condensed the true body of the Flame Demon, but his cultivation has also improved rapidly. He has broken through from the Great Perfection of Qi Realm to the early stage of Nether Soul Realm, and is only one step away from the middle stage. Under the sense of aura, the opponent has also broken through to the early stage of the Nether Soul Realm, and is no different from him. In the same realm, he can't even receive a punch from the opponent. How can he be on the list of geniuses and wash away his shame?
"How could this happen...how could this happen? Why is his fist so terrifying? Just one punch! Half a year of hard work was wasted..."
Huo Xing looked up to the sky and laughed, but the laughter was full of self-deprecation and gloom, and he even laughed so hard that tears flowed down his face.
On the battlefield, Wei Hu didn't even look at the fire punishment, he just rubbed his right fist and his voice slowly spread.
"You dare to challenge me with someone like you? Huh! You are so vulnerable that you are not even qualified to let me throw a second punch. You are really too weak!"
At the same time as Wei Hu's voice sounded, an extremely domineering aura spread out from him at the same time, almost permeating the entire battle stage, especially the candidates under the battle stage. Almost all their expressions changed at this moment.
They all know the power of the fire punishment, and it is obvious to all. The combat power of the real body of the Balrog has more than doubled just now, but even so, they can't even take a punch from Weihu, so they simply lose like this.
This is like setting off a violent storm in the hearts of all the candidates!
It's like sending them back to reality from a dream!
Ye Xingchen and Xiao Shuyue's successive challenges boosted the morale and confidence of all the candidates, just like being tortured by fire.
However, the appearance of Weihu ruthlessly tore these into pieces!
This is how powerful and terrifying the 92nd one on the list of geniuses is! He is also the best in his class!
Even among the 600,000 disciples sitting in the arena, no one cheered at this time, as if they were being strangled by the neck and became silent.
At the same time, a thought emerged in the minds of both the disciples and candidates who were watching.
The 80th Flame Hand Pei Hao, who was defeated by Ye Xingchen, and the 90th Light Sword Lian Wanli, who was defeated by Xiao Shuyue, are they weak?
No, judging from the performance of Weihu, none of them can be ranked on the list of geniuses.
Although Ye Xingchen and Xiao Shuyue were able to defeat them, but they were defeated miserably by Wei Hu in Fire Death, it can only show one problem, and that is the strength of Ye Xingchen and Xiao Shuyue themselves!
Everyone only noticed the glory of Ye Xingchen and Xiao Shuyue's success on the list of geniuses, but ignored or underestimated the terror of the masters on the list of geniuses!
Not everyone has the strength to surpass the masters on the Tianjiao List, and not everyone can challenge successfully. No matter who the master on the Tianjiao List is, they stand out from the 600,000 disciples by virtue of their strength. No one relies on luck or luck.
For an instant, the entire arena fell into a weird atmosphere, and an extremely depressing atmosphere slowly spread among the candidates.
From time to time, someone raised their eyes and looked at Ye Xingchen and Xiao Shuyue, who were sitting on the bloody throne above the void. The wonder and admiration in their eyes became even more intense.
"call out!"
Wei Hu on the battlefield sneered, and was enveloped by the bright blood light shooting from the bloody throne, and returned to the throne.
The challenge continues.
Another Beidou jade card was randomly drawn, and this person's name appeared in the arena.
Wang Shun!
He was the one who lost to Qin Fengshuang in the previous battle of candidates.
"I challenge...the ninety-ninth one!"
Wang Shun stood on the battlefield. Although he tried his best to suppress the tension and uneasiness in his heart, his breathing was still slightly disordered, but he still made a choice.
At the ninety-ninth place, it seems that Wang Shun's choice is very correct. The lower the ranking, the weaker the strength. However, Ye Xingchen on the Blood Throne does not think so.
Under Ye Xingchen's gaze, a medium-sized figure at the end of the next row stood up, took one step forward, and jumped down from the Blood Throne.
Behind him was a giant ax that was almost as tall as him. The ax was dark silver in color and exuded a terrifying evil aura!
The ninety-ninth on the list of geniuses, the ax to create mountains and bring glory to heaven!
"call……"
Wang Shunru, facing a formidable enemy, took a deep breath, then unleashed all his strength and attacked with all his strength.
But ten breaths later, as Ye Xingchen expected, Rongtian's contemptuous words echoed in the arena.
"Weak scum!"
After Rong Tian uttered these two words, he immediately picked up his giant ax and returned to the Blood Throne.
In an instant, all the candidates in the arena, except for a few, changed their expressions drastically, and the fear that had disappeared slowly reappeared in their eyes!
The fire torture failed and was defeated by Wei Hu's punch!
Wang Shun was defeated and defeated by Rongtian's three axes!
The two consecutive battles were clean and ended in an instant, just like a tiger versus a wolf in the jungle. It was a complete one-sided crushing.
All the candidates were silent, but the drawing of Beidou Jade Cards above the void continued.
"Uh-huh!"
Another Beidou jade card burst out with light, a huge name illuminated the void, and a candidate was drawn.
On the bloody throne, when Ye Xingchen saw the name in the void, his eyes flashed, and it was Wang Jie who was drawn.
After just one glance, Ye Xingchen closed his eyes and continued to absorb the pure energy of heaven and earth that continued to flow from under the independent throne, without the slightest interest in the next battle.
Because he knew that no matter who Wang Jie chose, he would end up being burned at the stake or Wang Shun.
On the battlefield, Wang Jie's face looked a little pale, and he even had the idea of turning around and running away, but in the end he gritted his teeth and spoke.
"I challenge...the ninety-seventh place!"
"boom!"
A green figure like a violent wind stood up on the Blood Throne, took a step forward, and jumped off the Blood Throne.
Ninety-seventh on the list of geniuses, Guangfeng Hao Yun.
The battle was about to break out. Hao Yun raised his right hand and slapped Wang Jie with a hollow palm!
"Buzz!"
Wang Jie's whole body immediately tensed up, and all the energy in his body was swept wildly. He didn't dare to hold back at all, and even launched his strongest blow!
The huge fist mark clashed with Hao Yun's palm in the void!
However, the next moment, Wang Jie showed a look of despair.
"Boom!" "Puff!"
The fist seal was destroyed, Wang Jie was hit by a palm, and blood suddenly spurted out. Like a dead dog, he turned 360 degrees and fell down, and then simply passed out.
Again, he was simply defeated with one move.
As Wang Jie was defeated, cheers gradually began to appear in the originally quiet arena, but the object was Hao Yun.
After that, multiple candidates appeared in succession, and their challenges ranged from one hundred to ninety-two, almost every turn.
Time passed slowly, and fewer and fewer candidates remained under the battlefield, from more than 300 to 200, 180, 150, 100, 50...
