Li Xiaomu returned to the hotel, Wu Yilian and Xiaozi Jiang came over, and everyone went out to have dinner.

At the dinner table, everyone talked about the wrestling match. After all, Li Xiaomu was going to fight tomorrow.

The opponent is Song Qi, the crown prince of Mizhi County.

The original owner was the posthumous son of General Hussar, so Song Qiu was the original owner's cousin. However, they may not recognize him as a relative, and there was no need for him to cling to him. Besides, if he wanted to find out who killed his father, Lao Jiang and the others would definitely not know.

It's better not to say anything, lest they get involved... Li Xiaomu thought to himself.

Song Qi is a seventh-grade superpower, and his strength should be higher than that of Li Xiaomu.

What worries everyone is the forces behind Song Qi.

Lao Jiang's face was solemn and he had a profound thought. He put his fingers on the table: "Why do you want to beat me?"

"It was just to fight for a moment. If someone provokes others, if you don't fight, you will be looked down upon, right?" Li Xiaomu scratched his head, trying to appear impulsive.

"Song Qi is the crown prince of Mizhi County. We beat him in Whac-a-Mole. He will lose face." Wu Yilian looked worried, "He will definitely be looking for opportunities to retaliate. What if he uses dirty tricks?"

"What is the purpose of your fight?" Lao Jiang took a sip of wine and looked into Li Xiaomu's eyes, "Is it just to fight for strength?"

"I don't have any previous thoughts. I see it as an opportunity to hone my superpowers." Li Xiaomu is not a person who is obsessed with others. He said calmly, "It's not important to win."

"How can you hone your superpowers if you don't strive to win?" Wu Yilian asked.

"Then fight!" Li Xiaomu said resolutely, "Nothing else matters."

The secret thought in Li Xiaomu's heart is: If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs. Only by fighting will you get the clues for searching.

Although it was a little late when he returned to the hotel, Li Xiaomu still walked more than a hundred times.

Then, he meditated, awakened the spirit dragon again, and slowly channeled the energy of the meteorite ring, and was able to use it a little bit.

The key is to control it well, like the spring water seeping under the rock, slowly seeping out from the meteorite ring, and only absorbing a small amount.

However, this is only a small amount, which is enough for the spirit dragon to gallop and soar over the sea of ​​consciousness.

...

The next morning, Li Xiaomu and others came to the arena.

It is said to be a ring, but it is actually an open field, as big as two football fields. It is not a very regular square field. There are red ropes on the side of the field as a warning to prevent outsiders from entering the field.

The venue is surrounded by woods, and spectators can watch, shout and cheer in the woods.

The venue is so large, which shows how powerful the superpowers are in battle.

The forest to the north is lined with green trees, facing the center of the playing field. It is full of rich and powerful people. Not only are they sitting on wooden chairs, there are tea and fruits on the coffee table next to them, and they are being served.

In the woods on the other three sides, there are mostly ordinary people, densely packed together, and the vendors selling things are sweating profusely in the crowd.

It is estimated that no one has ever dared to challenge the prince, and it is a special place.

The bookmakers were still busy, urging people to place bets.

There is no venue fee. Is it because the spectators are afraid of being injured and are afraid to host it?

The stakes are much higher than whack-a-mole, because you are betting on whether you win or lose.

The gimmick is: Li Xiaomu and the Crown Prince will compete in the arena. Will Li Xiaomu continue his Whac-a-Mole victory? Will the Crown Prince counterattack?

The audience was talking a lot:

"The Crown Prince is a seventh-grade strong man. This is no different than playing whack-a-mole. He will definitely win with his strength!"

"Judging from Whac-a-Mole, Li Xiaomu has many tricks, so he doesn't necessarily lose."

"Can whack-a-mole compete with the ring?"

"Although both of them have broken through the second level, the prince is a seventh-level strong man, and Li Xiaomu has only broken through the second level. There is a slight difference in super strength, but the difference is a thousand miles, a world of difference!"

"I heard from people in the hotel that Li Xiaomu has only just broken through to the seventh level, which is worrying."

"Yes, it's so difficult to defeat the superior!"

"Oh, I want to buy Li Xiaomu to win, but when you say that, I'm confused."

"Can I use soul beasts?"

"Of course, but I heard that Li Xiaomu's soul beast is a bird, haha, are you kidding me?"

"The prince's soul beast is an ancient divine beast."

"Then what's the point of fighting? The prince can just win."

.......

Wu Yilian watched Li Xiaomu walk into the competition venue worriedly.

In front of the woods in the north, next to the sideline of the game, there is a long red lacquered table. An old man with a white beard stands in the center of the table. On the left and right are two men in the same uniform, both wearing red referee uniforms.

An old man with a white beard is the referee, and he is energetic, and four men in well-dressed suits are the line judges.

To Li Xiaomu's surprise, there was a piece of white paper on the table with the inscription: Status of Life and Death.

The white-bearded old man explained the rules of the game to Li Xiaomu and Song Qi. The key point was that if an accident occurred, you would be responsible for your life or death. Ask Li Xiaomu his age and write it in the life and death certificate.

You can use weapons or spirit beasts.

The only thing that is not allowed is if someone outside the field secretly helps you with the move, you will lose.

In order to prevent accidents, the white-bearded old man raised his hand and laid a net-like barrier over the huge field. It was larger than a whack-a-mole grid. It looked like a huge spider web. If you don't pay attention, it would seem there is no net.

If someone does something dirty, it can act as a little blocker.

Song Qi was already eighteen years old, half a head taller than Li Xiaomu, physically strong and with bright eyes.

Song Qi saluted to the audience, and half of the people cheered.

Li Xiaomu looked smaller and felt a little shy as he touched the scar on his left eyebrow. He covered his somewhat evil eyes.

Although I had the experience of playing whack-a-mole last time, there was a barrier. Unlike this time, the competition venue was so empty, the opponent was stronger than myself, the atmosphere of audience expectation was a bit depressing, and there was an inexplicable tension in my heart.

Li Xiaomu closed his eyes slightly and meditated for a few seconds. He could hear his own heartbeat, which was a strong rhythm.

Li Xiaomu opened his eyes and waved to the audience.

The crowd around him burst into thunderous applause. After all, this was the first time someone challenged Song Qi in the arena.

Who dares to challenge him?

The four linesmen walked to the midpoint of each side, and the referee sat down on a high platform under the woods to the north.

Li Xiaomu and Song Qi walked to the center of the field and stood twelve or thirteen steps apart.

Staring at each other.

Song Qi's eyes showed hatred, murderous aura gradually filled the surroundings of him, and the air seemed to become solemn all of a sudden.

Seeing the cold light in Song Qi's eyes, Li Xiaomu knew that if he was not decisive, he would definitely not end well. The only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is fast. In addition to being fast, super powers also need to mobilize huge energy and kill decisively on the spot.

The referee waved his hand to signal the fight to begin.

In the center of the venue, Song Qi glared at Li Xiaomu with murderous intent.

His left hand reached into the air, and when he pulled it back, a long sword was already in his hand.

Song Qi lowered his hands and pressed the thumb of his right hand on the hilt of the sword. The sword shone with a cold light.

Li Xiaomu was still standing there, calm and seemed to be thinking about something. He stared at Song Qi's every move, standing still.

Song Qi started to run with small steps. After about four or five steps, his hands and feet suddenly exerted force, and the snow-white three-foot long sword moved forward diagonally.

At the same time, he jumped up from the ground, held the sword in his right hand, and without saying a word, stabbed Li Xiaomu in the chest.

A bright light flashed in the sky, like a shooting star.

It is definitely not a magical power, nor is it magic. Martial arts contain superpowers.

It's just a quick word.

Faster than imagined and expected.

"It's over!" Some viewers exclaimed, "What is Li Xiaomu doing?"

The man covered his eyes with his hands and couldn't bear to stare.

.......

Li Xiaomu looked at ease, without any intention of evading, and chanted "Four big and three small". Of course, only super-powerful people can hear his weak mosquito voice.

Wu Yilian used her vision-enhancing powers to see clearly the words on Li Xiaomou's lips.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Li Xiaomu lightly stomped his foot, causing the ground to vibrate, and the audience on the sidelines felt as if the ground was shaking.

Ripples surged around Li Xiaomu.
Chapter completed!