Chapter five hundred and eightieth: The duel begins
No one expected that thunder would suddenly appear in the broad daylight, and it just happened to hit Sang Kun.
Could this be the legendary pretense of being struck by lightning?
Sang Kun didn't expect that the thunder would hit him. For a moment, he didn't react at all. He was hit so hard that his whole body was covered in smoke and his hair was blown into a chicken nest.
After all, Sang Kun was a supreme being in the divine realm, so he would not be killed by a bolt of lightning.
But this move completely angered him.
Others didn't know it and thought he was being struck by lightning because of his pretense, but Sang Kun understood that all this was done secretly by Qin Fei.
He had also studied the Chinese formations, so he understood that Qin Fei must have arranged something here in advance, which was why he was in such a big embarrassment as soon as he appeared on the stage.
Everyone in the world loves appearance, and Sang Kun is no exception. At this moment, his eyes turned slightly blood red, and then he stretched out his palm, and in an instant a black spear appeared in his hand.
"I've always heard that Master Sang's marksmanship is amazing. I'm lucky enough to see him today. It's really a blessing."
"I'm afraid Qin Fei is in danger."
Seeing Sang Kun take out his weapon, many of the top masters in China showed expectant expressions.
They came here just to watch the battle, so now they are eager for Qin Fei and Sang Kun to fight inextricably so that they can have more opportunities to watch.
"For Fonima's sake, if you have the guts, just change your nationality and kneel down and lick others."
At this time, an insulting voice came from the crowd. Everyone looked around and saw that the person who was insulting was a fat man, none other than Zhuge Li.
He is the one who hopes Qin Fei will win the most, so now when he sees someone looking down on his elder brother, of course he has to retaliate.
"Aren't you a guy who took some gunpowder?"
"Did I provoke you?"
The old man at the peak of his master's level seemed not to have expected that someone would dare to insult him in public. For a moment, he looked ugly and was about to take action.
But the movement that broke out in the square instantly attracted his attention.
He came here to watch the battle, not to make some excuses with Zhuge Li, but because business was more important.
"My day!"
Seeing that the other party was no longer looking at him, Zhuge Li became extremely angry because he felt like he was being ignored.
"Don't be jabbering. It's a rare opportunity to observe the Battle of the God Realm. We can also learn from it." At this time, Yao Shijie said in a low voice.
A roaring explosion erupted from the formation on the square, and Sang Kun was enveloped in endless flames. It was Qin Fei who detonated the talisman he had refined.
Yesterday Qin Fei refined dozens of them, specially prepared for Sang Kun.
Now with the inherent advantages of the formation, all these energies naturally bombarded Sang Kun without any reservation, and he had no place to hide.
puff!
Although Sang Kun was powerful, his body was as hard as a rock.
But every talisman Qin Fei threw was equivalent to an attack from a powerful person in the divine realm.
How could Sang Kun block the attacks of dozens of powerful gods? He spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot and flew away.
His clothes were completely torn and his body suffered serious injuries.
"Grandmaster!"
Seeing this scene, all the strong men from South Asia changed their expressions.
At the same time, some grumpy people started to curse angrily: "You are a despicable and shameless villain who unexpectedly attacked you. How can you be considered a hero?"
"Heroes have always been short-lived. Besides, this is a life-and-death battle. There are so many rules and regulations. The ultimate goal is to kill the opponent!" Some warriors from China immediately retorted.
In their opinion, Qin Fei's move was not only not despicable, but also full of wisdom.
As the ancient saying goes, strike first and gain the upper hand, strike later and suffer disaster. Isn't it what smart people do to seize the opportunity?
"You really didn't disappoint me!"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sang Kun slowly got up from the ground.
The clothes on his body were indeed torn, revealing the strong muscles underneath, which were all cracked and bleeding.
But this injury is nothing to a god-level warrior, and it can't even hurt the root.
According to the information he collected, his brother died in an instant, which meant that he was caught off guard and lost his life.
So before coming here, he specially customized a set of extremely defensive jackets for himself.
On the surface, this coat looked like normal clothes, but it had just offset most of the impact of the explosion for him.
If not, maybe he only has half his life left now.
"But you let me down."
Qin Fei said something that Sang Kun couldn't understand, and then he saw Qin Fei's figure disappear from the place.
"Huh, looking for death!"
Sang Kun has never been afraid of anyone when it comes to speed. After all, he is the number one killer in South Asia and he is familiar with this business.
So his figure disappeared from the place in an instant.
"Clang!"
Thanks to the powerful speed, the onlookers couldn't tell what was happening. They could only see two blurry shadows colliding rapidly, then retreating, and then colliding with each other again.
The sparks in the air never stopped, like gorgeous fireworks.
In just a few breaths, Qin Fei had already fought with Sang Kun dozens of times.
Fortunately for Qin Fei, he directly avoided all Sang Kun's attacks by virtue of his special ability of seeing through things.
But Sang Kun was miserable. Although his speed was astonishing, every attack he made would fail, and there were even countermeasures waiting for him.
Under such circumstances, many holes were poked into his body by the Haotian Mirror in Qin Fei's hand, which made him go crazy with hatred.
Since his debut, I'm afraid he has never been as frustrated as he is today.
He was obviously not weaker than the other party, but he just couldn't touch the other party's clothes.
Under this situation, Sang Kun also knew that continuing like this was not an option. Since speed and sneak attacks could not succeed, he could only confront Qin Fei head-on.
"Look, they've stopped!"
As Sang Kun stopped moving, countless people onlookers saw clearly the injuries on his body, and immediately took a breath of cold air.
"What happened?"
"How could Master Sang be injured?"
The warriors in South Asia all widened their eyes and showed disbelief.
How could the Supreme Being, who was almost invincible in their eyes, be hurt by this young Chinese man?
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they probably wouldn't believe it.
Compared to the shock of the South Asian warriors, the Chinese side was filled with joy.
"It's a good fight, he should be stabbed to death with a sword!"
"Kill, kill, kill, kill him without leaving any trace behind!"
"call……."
In the crowd, seeing Qin Fei having such a huge advantage, the three girls Murong Qing couldn't help but let out a long breath.
They actually became nervous as soon as the battle began. After all, anything could happen on the battlefield.
But now looking at Qin Fei's invincible appearance, they slowly felt relieved.
"He really didn't lie. It seems that our worries are unnecessary." Su Mei said with a smile.
But almost as soon as her voice fell, Qin Fei suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and instantly the whole place erupted into an uproar.