Everyone in the audience was furious when they heard Wang Zhengrong compare everyone to a crooked melon and a cracked jujube. Many people were cursing and shouting, Wang Zhengrong will lose!
Yi Wu, who had been shouting that Wang Zhengrong would win, changed his face. This Wang Zhengrong was too arrogant. A proud soldier must be defeated. If he underestimated the enemy like this, he might really be defeated by Chen Minglei soon.
Yi Wu regretted that he should not have made the bet with his brother, but it was too late to say anything now, and he was too embarrassed to cancel the bet with his brother.
Hearing Wang Zhengrong's provocative words, Chen Minglei, standing opposite Wang Zhengrong with a long sword behind him, smiled disdainfully.
His shoulders shook, and the long sword flew out with a whoosh from behind, making a sonorous hissing sound.
"Wang Zhengrong, you don't have to talk big. Who is stronger and who is weaker between us? It's useless to talk about it. Let's see the truth."
The long sword was unsheathed, and Chen Minglei's feet also took delicate steps.
Chen Minglei held the hilt of the long sword accurately.
The body follows the sword, and the sword comes out like a dragon.
The long sword was casually linked with a sword flower and pointed directly at Wang Zhengrong, who was holding two hammers.
"please……"
"Well come."
Wang Zhengrong shouted loudly, and his two thick arms moved at the same time.
The scalps of everyone in the audience were numb when these pair of huge hammers hit them all at once. How painful would it be?
To others, even if you lift it just a little, it will feel like a heavy hammer.
In Wang Zhengrong's hands, it was as light as weightless.
The two hammers, carrying the roaring wind, smashed hard towards Chen Minglei.
This blow was as powerful as thunder.
Even the spectators who were watching around were all changed by it. This Wang Zhengrong is so powerful!
But in Chen Minglei's eyes, it was nothing at all.
The moment his sword touched Wang Zhengrong's hammers, his feet suddenly changed the direction of force, causing Chen Minglei to spin suddenly.
Those present saw Chen Minglei, who was wearing a gray robe, instantly transformed into a gray whirlwind, holding up the long sword in his hand, and fiercely got into the gap between Wang Zhengrong's double hammers.
"Good guy..."
The long sword rushed in, and Wang Zhengrong had to take a defensive position. He retreated with the sledgehammer in his left hand and directly hit the blade of the long sword.
The force on the long sword deviated from his vital parts. Wang Zhengrong was so powerful that he hit the sledgehammer with his right hand directly at Chen Minglei's arms holding the long sword.
If this blow were to hit hard, I'm afraid Chen Minglei's arms would be smashed to pieces immediately.
Chen Minglei was obviously a little surprised by Wang Zhengrong's style of playing that was trying to get hurt while also causing damage to his opponent.
There was no time to withdraw the long sword in his hand, so he had to loosen his hands, the long sword fell, and he pushed away Wang Zhengrong's sledgehammer attack.
How could Wang Zhengrong let go of such a good opportunity? He laughed ferociously, and the two hammers smashed towards Chen Minglei like a thunderbolt.
In the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive momentum of both sides changed dramatically, causing onlookers to scream in surprise.
"Hahaha, Chen Minglei, is this all you need?
Let’s see where you run away next!”
Seeing that his opponent had rolled to the edge of the ring under his attack, Wang Zhengrong couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He waved his hands, and the sledgehammer in his hand flew away, hitting Chen Minglei at the edge of the ring.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several explosions of earth and rocks were heard, stirring up dust all over the sky. Wang Zhengrong strode forward, ready to clean up the mess.
Who knew that at this moment, a gray figure suddenly emerged from the smoke.
Wang Zhengrong had no time to react, and was hit continuously by the figure's fists on the chest. Wang Zhengrong was hit by this sudden critical blow, and was unable to fight back. He had to retreat continuously, but within a moment, he was hit hard.
I had to vomit blood.
As the dust fell to the ground, the onlookers could see clearly that the two sledgehammers Wang Zhengrong had just thrown did not hit Chen Minglei who was lying on the ground.
Instead, Chen Minglei used the smoke and dust stirred up by the sledgehammer to catch Wang Zhengrong off guard.
"You, you tricked me into sneaking up on me, you despicable villain..."
Chen Minglei hasn't spoken yet, but everyone in the audience has already stopped.
"What a sneak attack. You two are in a ring. Do you think you are just kids hiding behind a cat? There are only two of you on the stage and you are being attacked by a sneak attack?
Are you blind?"
"That's right, I'm not good at academics and I still have a rude face to blame Chen Minglei. What's wrong, Chen Minglei is standing still and letting you hit me?"
"Isn't that right? He's even worse than me all of a sudden, and he still has the nerve to call us stupid."
"That's right, why don't you show off your virtue by soaking in the urine, and you still have the nerve to criticize us!"
Wang Zhengrong, who was clutching his chest and with blood gushing from his mouth, was angrily pointing at Chen Minglei who was standing in front of him, scolding him for not being fair enough.
But at this moment, the voices in the audience were all criticizing him, and he was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Wang Zhengrong gritted his teeth and cursed, "Chen Minglei, you despicable and shameless villain, Grandpa, I don't accept it!"
Everyone in the audience stopped talking again, "Chen Minglei, why are you still standing there?
Beat him up, teach this kid a lesson, and let him know what it means to be a man of heaven and earth."
"Chen Minglei, what are you waiting for?
Hasn't he given up yet?
Come on, beat him! Beat him until his teeth are all over the floor. Will this kid still dare to spit shit out of his mouth in the future?"
What's more, some people directly shouted: "Kill him, kill him!"
This is all just for fun and no big deal!
Chen Minglei didn't want to talk nonsense with Wang Zhengrong, as it would lose his status.
Who knows if there are any other elders hiding in the crowd, choosing disciples here?
Chen Minglei didn't want to leave a bad impression on these elders.
After all, even if you can't become an inner disciple now, you still have a chance in the next disciple election.
He raised his eyebrows, tipped his toes, and immediately flew into the air, landing less than two steps away from Wang Zhengrong in the blink of an eye.
"Wang Zhengrong, try not to make any noise when you can fight. It is disrespectful to us cultivators. If you are not convinced, you can stand up and we will fight again!"
Someone in the audience immediately echoed, "That's right, if you can't beat me, just scold me. We cultivators will be completely embarrassed by you!"
"Wang Zhengrong, if you have the ability, get up and fight, you coward!"
"Wang Zhengrong, I'm optimistic about you. Get up quickly. Chen Minglei has given you a chance. Stand up and fight openly."
"You just scolded us for being stupid, get up quickly and beat us, you losers!"
No one else is to blame for this, but Wang Zhengrong's unbridled speech aroused public outrage. For a moment, everyone pushed the wall down, and the curses in the audience became more and more unbearable.
Chen Minglei's provocation made Wang Zhengrong furious, and the sarcasm from the audience made him even more angry.