Huang Zihao suddenly became angry.

He suddenly felt regretful that he should have been impulsive and conspired with his family to report Su Bei for cheating.

Now, not only did he have to be intercepted and suppressed by this person, but the Huang family in Suzhou was also put into a passive position.

"Su Bei, I can agree to any of your conditions. What do you need to do before you let me go?"

He frowned and asked.

It's a pity, the young man opposite shook his head lightly. If you come out to fool around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

"In that case, let's see the truth under your hands!" Huang Zihao was furious, stretched out his hand and shouted, "One hundred thousand volts!"

A series of ferocious electric lights immediately lit up in the mid-air, gradually condensing into a sphere at the five claws.

"Yes, your control over your genetic gifts has improved. Unfortunately, you met me!"

Su Bei said softly, the "snowflake" gift instantly distorted all the surrounding scenes.

The world suddenly became quiet, and the shouts outside the ring became farther and farther in the air, gradually becoming inaudible.

"Watch out, the tree world is coming!"

Cracks opened up on the ground, and countless large trees popped out, with their branches and leaves spreading, covering the entire arena in an instant.

Su Bei stepped forward slowly, and a series of "light-splitting shadow" clones appeared on his body.

"What is this, an illusion?"

Huang Zihao was surprised when he saw this method of changing the place, "Take me one hundred thousand volts!"

He stopped accumulating strength and stretched out his hand in the direction Su Bei was heading.

The thunderball immediately flew out at an extremely fast speed, like lightning, reaching the opponent's face.

However, his hand seemed to tilt uncontrollably, and the thunderball attacked the clone behind him.

This is a B-level "hatred" control ability!

In an instant, lightning burst out, drowning the clones behind. However, Su Bei got closer and closer.

At the same time, huge trees stretched out their branches and leaves, surrounded Huang Zihao heavily, quickly formed a circle, and tightened inward.

"Can't sit still and wait for death!"

Huang Zihao's body immediately bloomed with lightning rays of light, emerging in all directions.

boom--

The electric light struck the trees, but passed through without damaging the other side at all.

"Huang Zihao, it's time to end!"

Su Bei stretched out his hand to lock his six senses with the "Snowflake" gift. The thirty-meter-long gun in his hand quickly appeared and slapped him hard on the face.

Huang Zihao felt that he had lost control of his whole body and was tightly bound in place by the trees. Then he watched helplessly as the ice gun was thrown on his face and his body took off outside the ring.

thump.

Everything in front of me slowly faded away.

He looked around blankly and found that he had lost, and the eyes of the people around him were full of disbelief.

The player named Huang Zihao was defeated too quickly. Everyone only saw him release an explosive thunder ball into the air, and then stood on the spot and continued to explode with electricity and light.

Until a 30-meter ice gun swept him off the stage as he was suspected of performing.

The young man opposite him, except for the last flick of the gun, stood still and seemed to be watching for a long time with the audience.

Huang Zihao stood up depressedly, wondering what happened just now? What Su Bei seemed to be good at was illusion, building a forest barrier?

I really lost inexplicably!

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the remaining arenas. Number 13 could not go.

He still has two chances to challenge, which one should he choose? Will Su Bei really pursue him like he did?

He gritted his teeth, thought of an idea, and walked towards the last stage, No. 30.

"Hmph, if you want to follow me, then you can do it. As the son of the Dragon King of Kyoto, you have a great reputation. Are you willing to only be ranked 30th in the provincial competition?"

Thinking about it, Huang Zihao has already stepped onto the ring.

There is already a student sitting on the 30th stage in front of us. He has a chubby figure and is relatively unfamiliar, so he doesn't recognize him.

However, Huang Zihao is not afraid at all. With the B-level "One Hundred Thousand Volts" talent, his strength cannot be underestimated.

He glanced around, landed on the screen of the arena, and finally saw the opponent's name, Wan Guoshang, the number one Gao Zheng from Nanling City

"Brother, if you lose this round to me, how about I give you 200,000 soft girl coins afterwards?"

Wan Guoshang on the opposite side suddenly approached and said in a low voice, starting with a money offensive.

"Hmph! Will I be short of your money?"

Huang Zihao sneered. Although the Suzhou Huang family was only a second-rate martial arts family in Xiamen, they were the backbone of the city.

As a direct descendant of the Huang family, he naturally looks down on a mere 200,000 soft girl coins.

"Fat man, don't talk nonsense. Are you going to go down by yourself, or should I beat you down?"

Holding his breath in his heart, he stretched out his hand and a streak of lightning appeared, reflecting on the other person's face.

"Humph, if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!"

Wan Guoshang's expression immediately changed and he made a fierce expression, and then he saw a flash of lightning.

"One move from me, one hundred thousand volts!"

Huang Zihao shouted coldly, and Wan Guoshang's vision went dark, and he felt his whole body paralyzed. His hair stood on end from the electric shock, and he fell on his back on the ring.

"Haha, with your little ability, you still dare to fight with me, a yellow-skinned rat!"

He said softly, and then his face was startled, and he saw a young man walking slowly under the ring.

Huang Zihao's face instantly turned ugly.

Arena No. 30, are you coming to grab it too?

At this time, a young man and a beautiful woman in a pink skirt sat down in the audience.

"Sister Miao, if we don't go investigate the case, why are we here watching a group of high school students compete?"

Wang Suan glanced at the bustling arena, straightened his clothes, and asked in confusion.

Miao Yifei did not answer, and her eyes moved around, looking at the arena. From No. 1 to No. 30, she finally stopped.

At this time, the host Zhen Bu said: "Dear participating students, the Korean star in Arena No. 1 has completed five consecutive victories in the arena with an invincible appearance. Is there anyone who continues to challenge?"

He had a smile on his face and a hint of provocation in his tone.

"Are you going to watch him continue to be arrogant, but you can only clench your fists behind his back and watch helplessly?"

The students below immediately became excited and wanted to jump on the stage and eat Han Xing alive.

However, the strength does not allow it.

Wang Suan's expression froze. The student on the stage was called Han Xing? The one who broke into Huangchi Villa?

He couldn't help but look at Arena No. 1. His eyes and teeth were white, and he was not tall. He seemed to be somewhat similar to the boy with the mask that day...

However, does a B-level expert need to hide among students and play competitive games?

Is this Korean star... sick?

"Sister Miao, you mean that Han Xing is the murderer of Qu Feiying?"

He lowered his voice and asked.

"Whether it is yes or not, we can only know if we find the evidence. Don't worry, let's continue reading. I think back then... I also participated in the Jiwushi High School League..."

Miao Yifei looked at the high-spirited young men and women with a smile on her lips, recalling some memories.
Chapter completed!