There was a lot of noise and noise in the martial arts arena.
Countless fish-men warriors were shouting loudly. They were warlike and highly praised this kind of competition, especially since this competition also had the chance to win the princess.
This is every young murloc man's dream!
On the top viewing platform, Tie Yanhao looked at Lin Jichen next to him with joking eyes, and mocked: "Have you seen the men of my clan? Do you think you are their opponent?"
Lin Jichen showed a look of disdain and said lightly: "Do the fishmen judge their strength by their voices? Then I am really ashamed of myself."
"Bold! How dare you insult our fish people!" A fish people general immediately stood up and wanted to teach Lin Jichen a lesson.
But Tie Yanhao waved his hand to ask him to step back, and said with interest: "In that case, please start."
Lin Jichen also knew that if he didn't play today, his life would be over.
So in full view of everyone, Lin Jichen stepped forward and instantly appeared in the center of the martial arts arena.
Everyone was shocked, and most of the fishmen didn't even see Lin Jichen's movements clearly.
Tie Yanhao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was also a little surprised: "Tianpin's body skills? This guy does seem to have a lot of skills."
After Lin Jichen took the stage, an old man from the fish-men tribe acted as the referee and immediately announced that the contest for marriage had begun.
The first person to take the stage was a man with a thick jaw and a tiger's neck, broad shoulders and a round waist.
The man was dressed luxuriously, his eyes were wild, and he looked at Lin Jichen with murderous intent.
"My name is Potuzhen. Remember this name so that you can rest in peace under the Nine Springs."
Lin Jichen yawned nonchalantly and said, "Is my first opponent a stage clown who makes jokes and makes jokes?"
Bo Tuzhen's eyes turned cold, he stopped talking nonsense, and suddenly attacked Lin Jichen!
He punched out with force like a cannonball, exploding in the air.
Many fish people who are familiar with Potuzhen are a little surprised, how did Potuzhen become so strong?
Facing Potuzhen's attack, Lin Jichen remained calm and stepped lightly, like a nimble elf, easily dodging Potuzhen's iron fist.
Botu was surprised by the opponent's speed, but unwilling to accept it, he chose to continue attacking.
However, Lin Jichen easily dodged his repeated attacks without even using any of his magic power.
Botu was really angry when he saw this.
I saw him using his magic power, and the golden gloves in his hands erupted with terrifying power.
"Sea-shaking fist seal!"
I saw a fist seal several feet in size, packed with astonishing energy, condensed out of thin air, and came towards Lin Jichen.
Seeing this, Lin Jichen knew that there was no way to avoid it, so he simply slashed with his sword!
The sword energy spreads across, it is simple and seems to be an understatement, but the force of the sword is like a golden dragon coming out of the abyss, turning into a dazzling sword light and colliding with the fist seal.
Everyone thought that such a simple sword energy would definitely be crushed by Potuzhen's fist seal.
However, the fact is exactly the opposite. As soon as the fist seal comes into contact with the sword energy, it is like paper and collapses on the spot!
Potuzhen was also shocked. Before he could recover, the remaining sword force attacked him.
Potuzhen reacted in time and immediately flew out.
The sword force passed through his cheek, and Potuzhen felt burning pain on his face. When he touched it, there was blood on his hand.
Botu was really frightened. Just a faint wisp of sword energy defeated his proud defense.
However, Potuzhen was not willing to give in. He activated his magic power, and the majestic force rose up from the ground. The next moment he punched out, the punch exploded, and the golden light flowed, like gold poured.
Lin Jichen was not afraid at all, he stepped forward and drew his sword again, but this time, Bo Tuzhen's fist strength was even more like crushed tofu, falling apart again.
Not wanting to waste time, Lin Jichen took the initiative for the first time.
Before Potuzhen could recover, he was stabbed by a sword. Under the severe pain, he hurriedly retreated.
Lin Jichen came around like a ghost, his sword shadow flying.
Bo Tuzhen used his defensive magic weapon to temporarily block Lin Jichen's sword energy.
Seeing that the basic attack failed, Lin Jichen smiled slightly and the Jade Frost Sword let out a clear cry.
"Sky Light Slash!"
Potuzhen's defensive magic weapon cracked on the spot as if it was hit hard.
Lin Jichen saw this and swung his sword again.
Bang!
The magic weapon could no longer hold up and shattered on the spot.
Bo Tu couldn't believe that his magic weapon was so easily chopped into pieces by Lin Jichen.
He shouted loudly and tried to fight back, but the gap in strength between the two sides was so huge that it was like a bottomless chasm.
Bo Tuzhen, who was also in the Nascent Soul realm or even in the middle Nascent Soul stage, had been seriously injured in less than ten rounds with Lin Jichen.
On the other hand, Lin Jichen was unscathed and didn't even use much magic power.
Botu really couldn't accept this fact, but the severe pain on his body at this time completely made him lose his fighting spirit.
Seeing Lin Jichen strike with another sword, the frightened Bo Tuzhen sat down on the ground and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me~ Please don't kill me~"
Lin Jichen's sword stopped in mid-air, put it back again, and turned back very simply.
When Potuzhen saw this, he felt resentful. He was so excited that he chose not to practice martial ethics!
Lin Jichen frowned slightly, not even bothering to take out the sword again, turned around and punched Potuzhen, sending him flying away.
Seeing this, the referee quickly stopped the game and declared Lin Jichen the winner.
Potuzhen, a young man, refused to accept this fact. He stood up and shouted at the referee: "I didn't surrender, why should I be considered a loser!"
He didn't notice that in the stands, Tie Yanhao's face had darkened, and next to him, his father Bo Qili was sweating.
He was afraid that his son would anger the king, so he rushed down and faced Potuzhen in a big fight.
"You useless guy, get back here!"
Potu was like a frustrated ball, and was pushed back by his father.
The first competition ended with Lin Jichen's victory.
But this is just the beginning.
The second game, the third game
Young masters from the fish-men tribe kept coming up to challenge, but without exception, they were all easily defeated by Lin Jichen.
Lin Jichen won all ten games without even taking a break in the middle.
Gradually, Lin Jichen changed from disdain to respect in everyone's hearts.
The murlocs admire force and worship the strong.
Lin Jichen proved his strength with actions, and also gained the attention of many fish people.
Tie Yanhao in the stands could not help but have a greatly changed view of Lin Jichen.
The queen next to her sighed with a smile: "I didn't expect that the human race would have such a good seedling. Given time, I'm afraid there will be another top powerhouse."
Tie Yanhao was noncommittal and suddenly said to the bodyguard standing next to him: "This kid has never used his true strength. Dahu, go up and try."
A personal guard came out and said respectfully: "Yes! Your Majesty!"
Then the guard flew up and arrived at the martial arts arena.
After more than ten rounds, the guard named Dahu also fell to the ground and lost very simply.
Tie Yanhao couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He directly ordered all the personal guards to take turns.
