"You go down and rest, I'll do it!" Ling Hao responded.
"Yeah!" Lu Yue nodded, turned around and walked out of the ring.
"Are you Ling Hao?" The young man looked Ling Hao up and down and then spoke in a deep voice.
"Say your name?" Ling Hao replied.
While talking, I roughly checked the other party's cultivation level, the eighth-grade divine queen stage.
However, after a slight pause, his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.
"It doesn't matter what you call it!" the man continued: "I heard that with your eighth-grade divine emperor's cultivation, you can kill the first-grade holy emperor?"
"Don't believe it?" Ling Hao said lightly.
"I really don't believe it!" the young man responded: "That's why I came here to see you today. I hope to have a fair fight with you, and I hope it will come true!"
"What's the purpose?" Ling Hao asked.
"There is no special purpose, I just want to learn from you!" the young man said.
"Really?" Ling Hao smiled faintly and asked, "Why should I promise you?"
"You have no choice!" the young man continued to respond.
"I'm here just for you this time. If you don't fight with me, I will turn the entire Tianlong City upside down."
"You should know very well that I have that kind of strength. Although there are many people here, there are not many truly high-end combat capabilities."
"No one can stop me except you and your mother."
When Ling Hao and Murong Ziyun appeared just now, he checked their cultivation levels and found that they were both at the eighth level of the Divine Emperor.
At the same time, he sensed a strong pressure from both of them, and he vaguely felt that their combat prowess was probably not inferior to his own.
"You are quite confident in yourself!" Ling Hao said calmly.
"What I said is the truth, isn't it?" the young man responded coldly.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly?" Ling Hao continued.
"I said, we will fight fair, life or death depends on our fate!" The young man said again: "If I am really killed by you because my skills are inferior to others, I will accept my fate!"
"If your guess is correct, you are not here purely for the martial arts competition, right?" Ling Hao asked abruptly.
"Why do you see it?" The young man was slightly stunned.
"Because your eyes and brows are very impure, and you have changed your appearance!" Ling Hao said lightly.
"Also, if nothing else, you should have improved your cultivation through some secret method, right?"
"Your true cultivation level is that of the seventh-grade God Emperor, but you have forcibly promoted it to the late eighth-grade."
"If there is no special reason, normal people will not use this kind of trick to improve their cultivation!"
When he was checking the opponent's aura just now, he felt that it was not very stable, and then he understood it after a little comprehensive sensing.
As for the opponent's disguise technique, it was just a small thing in front of him, and he could see it at a glance.
"No wonder you can reach the cultivation level of the eighth-grade God Emperor at such a young age. It turns out that you were forcibly promoted!"
"This method has great consequences for warriors. If it is not dealt with in time, it will damage the foundation of warriors!"
"Who is he? In order to challenge Mr. Ling, he even ignores his own martial arts!"
"..."
After hearing Ling Hao's words, there was a burst of discussion below the arena.
"You can even see this?!" The young man was stunned again: "You are really not simple!"
