The five colors criss-crossed and blended with each other, quickly swallowing Suning until there was no trace.
"Come and fight."
At the same moment, Hu Kui approached and punched first.
This punch seemed ordinary, but it drained away the terrifying demonic power contained in the red tiger.
"collapse."
The tiger exploded, revealing its body as strong as a hill.
"Well come."
Within the glow, Suning also struck with punches.
The fists collided, and time seemed to be forcibly frozen.
Hu Kui remained motionless, his breath still calm.
On the other hand, Suning's body was shaking uncontrollably, and the sleeve of his right arm was completely shattered.
"Who's winning?"
Among the demon forces watching the battle below, some with low strength stretched their necks and inquired: "This, does this count as a move that determines the outcome?"
Gu Meng, who deliberately favored Suning, explained loudly: "Of course it doesn't count. Those who enter the ring are divided into winners and losers as well as life and death."
"Unless Suning is knocked down by Hu Kui or his head is missing, he will not lose."
The little demon cultivator who asked the question had a face filled with disappointment. He sighed and drew back his neck and said, "I thought Senior Brother Hu Kui won."
Behind the crowd, there was a sixth-grade True Immortal, a male demon cultivator who also belonged to Tonghu's lineage and stood up excitedly, saying with joy, "Of course Senior Brother Hukui won, didn't you see Suning's sleeves were shattered?"
"No, not only was his sleeve shattered, he was also shaking."
"Hahaha, this move leverages the force of the competition and he is completely at a disadvantage. He probably won't be able to use the second move again."
"Brother, come on, give this kid some color and let him know how powerful my Tonghu lineage is."
Shouting wildly, the male demon cultivator was excitedly gearing up, as if he wished he could replace Hu Kui and beat up Suning.
"Yes, one more move to knock the traitor from the fairy world off the ring."
"Why can't you be thrown off the ring and beaten to death?"
"The former Lord of Dragons and Phoenix, his blood must quench his thirst better than others."
A group of little minions who didn't know what was going on followed the trend and cheered, discussing in a hurry.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
Gu Meng raised his palm to the sky, and his demonic power burst out, shaking the sky and saying: "Short-sighted, little did he know that Hu Kui was defeated completely."
"If Suning hadn't intentionally held back, he might not even have the strength to stand up."
“Ding-deng-deng.”
As soon as Gu Meng finished speaking, Hu Kui, who had maintained a posture for half a minute in the arena formation, staggered backwards, with scarlet blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
"puff."
Unable to suppress it, he flapped his cheeks and spat out three mouthfuls of scarlet blood mist.
"Many, many thanks to Senior Brother Su for showing mercy."
Trembling, Hu Kui bent down to salute, but found it difficult to straighten up again.
He gasped for breath, his face was as pale as snow, and he simply sat down on the ground.
Suning took out the qi-replenishing elixir from the Qiankun bag, swallowed one himself, and threw the rest of the bottle to Hu Kui and said: "In terms of spell level, there is not much difference between you and me. We are both mid-level borrowing spells."
"The reason why I can defeat you is because the demon body crushes you."
"This is probably the oppression that cannot be resisted in the bloodline inheritance of the demon world. It's not that you are inferior to me in fighting against the same realm."
Hu Kui shook his head and said: "No, winning is winning, losing is losing."
"You haven't used any high-grade magic, so I still can't defeat you, and I can't take advantage of you."
"In other words, once you spare no effort, the most I can do is support you with a few more moves."
Suning smiled and made no rebuttal.
He put on a brand new blue robe, faced downwards, and said forcefully: "Next, I just want to see masters of level 14 or above of the True Immortal come on stage."
"Later stage, Dzogchen."
"You, you..."
His eyes slowly swept over Tu Yue, Gu Meng, who had the highest cultivation level, and several demon cultivators in the late 14th level of the True Immortal, and said: "You have no chance of defeating me in the early and middle stages, so don't waste any more time."
