Andrew returned to his original appearance. At this moment, the aura on Andrew's body was not enough to support him to continue his transformation.
Seeing Andrew like that, the three of Watanabe Ichiro suddenly came together and stood in front of Andrew.
The long sword in his hand was placed directly on Andrew's neck. Now, with just a slight wave from Ichiro Watanabe, Andrew would be separated from his body.
However, Watanabe Ichiro did not kill Andrew. Instead, he waved the long sword in his hand, and Andrew's body was instantly scratched with scars.
Soon, a large turtle pattern was carved out on Andrew's chest. Although Ichiro Watanabe did not kill Andrew, this approach was even more humiliating.
"I kill you……"
Andrew looked at the blood dripping from his chest and roared at Watanabe Ichiro.
But he was kicked off the ring by Ichiro Watanabe.
"If it weren't for the fact that you are from the Bear Country, I would have killed you long ago..."
Ichiro Watanabe sneered.
Andrew seemed to have lost his mind at this moment and desperately wanted to rush towards the ring.
Such humiliation is more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Andrew..."
Anna yelled, since she lost, she lost. If the struggle continues, Xiong Guo will be even more embarrassed.
Hearing Anna's cry, Andrew had no choice but to walk back. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, but Andrew didn't care.
"It's your turn next, Daxia Kingdom. I hope this competition will not disappoint me..."
Watanabe Ichiro looked at Zhao Wuji and said with arrogance and disdain.
Zhao Wuji's face was full of anger, and then he looked back at Chen Ping. He wanted to give Chen Ping a few words, but he didn't want Chen Ping to lightly step on his feet and fly to the ring.
Ichiro Watanabe looked at Chen Ping who came on stage, and the disdain in his eyes became even stronger: "You actually sent a great master to compete with me. Does it mean that your Daxia Kingdom has no one?"
"Kill you, my strength is enough!"
Chen Ping said calmly, his tone full of confidence.
"Hahaha, arrogant, I just like to see you arrogant, because the more arrogant you are, the more you can arouse my bloodthirsty heart..."
Ichiro Watanabe narrowed his eyes, his pupils shone brightly, then inserted the long sword in his hand into the ring, and slowly stretched out a palm.
It seems that Watanabe Ichiro plans to defeat Chen Ping with his bare hands. In his eyes, Chen Ping's strength is not enough for him to draw his sword.
"You want to defeat me with bare hands?" Chen Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.
"It's enough to deal with you with bare hands, but you are not qualified for me to draw my sword..."
Ichiro Watanabe sneered.
"If you don't draw your sword, I'm afraid you will never have the chance to draw your sword again..."
Chen Ping looked calm.
"Hahaha, then I'm going to give it a try!"
After Ichiro Watanabe finished speaking, his eyes were cold and he directly slapped Chen Ping with his palm.
Stab...
With just this palm, the entire air seemed to be torn apart, and then a strong wind swept out.
Ichiro Watanabe is not only a swordsman, he also has profound strength.
This burst of energy instantly cut through the air around him, heading towards Chen Ping with an extremely sharp scream.
On the ring, a deep mark was instantly made by this energy. You must know that this ring is specially made of hard granite for this competition. It has been tempered and polished to be extremely hard!
But at this moment, there was a sharp friction sound on the ring, and a deep mark appeared.
The strength of Watanabe Ichiro's palm was sharper than a blade.
Facing this powerful energy, Chen Ping raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and suddenly bursts of golden light erupted all over his body, and then Chen Ping was like a silkworm chrysalis wrapped in golden light.
"Huh……"
When Ichiro Watanabe saw Chen Ping's change, his expression changed slightly.
How could a person with the strength of a Grandmaster emit such a terrifying aura?
