Ni Qiangkun was knocked off the ring, with an incredible look on his face.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and blood gurgled out from the left side of his chest.
Huge energy and blood flowed into the chest wound, and the muscles squirmed in an attempt to close the chest wound.
The vitality of a warrior in the Marrow Realm is extremely powerful. The punch just now did not damage his heart. As long as he is rescued in time, he will not die.
"I almost... almost... died..."
Ni Qiangkun felt scared for a while.
Tang Weizhong rushed over quickly, took out a pill and fed it into his mouth.
The elixir melted in his mouth, and the moment it entered his stomach, it turned into a warm current and rushed to his limbs and bones.
"I won't get involved in this matter, and let that matter end."
"Your information is wrong. Is there any sign of poisoning in that guy?"
Ni Qiangkun looked at the powerful man on the ring, who looked at him with a strong and indifferent expression, and felt a sense of fear in his heart.
Just now, the moment Zhao Hao punched him, he felt like he was enveloped in death.
Fortunately, Ni Qiangkun's physique is different from ordinary people, and his heart is on the right side.
This special physique saved his life more than once.
"Huh?"
"He's not dead yet."
"My constitution is unique. Is the heart on the right side?"
"Interesting."
Lin Zheyu looked at Ni Qiangkun who was struggling to sit up, feeling a little surprised.
With that punch just now, he aimed at the opponent's heart, and the fist penetrated directly through the chest. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been dead long ago.
I didn’t expect that this guy was born with a special physique.
"We need to improve in the future. If we can, hit the head as much as possible. If we can't hit the head, hit the throat. Hit the heart and chest as a last resort."
Lin Zheyu murmured, learn the lesson from this time.
However, even if Ni Qiangkun is lucky enough to survive, the injury this time was very serious, and his chest was penetrated by a fist. It will be difficult for him to recover to his peak within a month or two.
"Who else wants to challenge?"
Lin Zheyu glanced around. The warriors in the audience looked at me and I looked at you. No one dared to rush to the ring.
This guy is a tough guy.
Didn’t you see that the powerful warrior just now was almost killed by a punch?
There is no excuse for dying in the ring.
Fists and feet have no eyes.
When the battle reaches its peak and all the power is unleashed, even the warrior himself cannot control it. Accidents and deaths are common.
"Tang Weizhong, do you dare to come up and fight with me?"
"If we win, I, Zhao Hao, will be at the disposal of your Tang family. If we lose, how about canceling the grievances between us?"
Seeing that no one showed up, Lin Zheyu cast his eyes on Tang Weizhong and said lightly.
"Humph."
When Tang Weizhong saw other people's eyes falling on him, he snorted coldly and did not respond directly.
In front of everyone, if he refuses to answer, he will lose face. If he goes up, Tang Weizhong is worried that the other party will take the opportunity to kill him.
Tang Weizhong is very self-aware.
Even Ni Qiangkun almost died at the hands of Zhao Hao, and he was no match for him.
His face turned a little red, and he raised his head and glanced at the warriors surrounding him, pointing and pointing. Looking at their sneer and sneer faces, he felt extremely ashamed and angry.
‘Li Yanming, just wait for me!’
Tang Weizhong was furious. He looked at Li Yanming who was hiding in the crowd and wanted to eat him alive.
Li Yanming swore that Zhao Hao was poisoned by the toxin of Red Dream Orchid, and the toxin would burst out under the induction of Ermu Fujixiang.
Now that so much time has passed, Zhao Hao doesn't look like he's been poisoned.
"You'd better give me an explanation, hum!"
Ni Qiangkun endured the pain in his chest and snorted coldly with a pale face.
He scolded Tang Weizhong in his heart. What this guy told him at the beginning was that he wanted to ask him to kill an ordinary genius.
Fuck mediocre geniuses.
This level of strength is comparable to that of a warrior who has begun to condense his true strength.
Possessing such terrifying combat power at the level of marrow training is not something that ordinary geniuses can achieve.
If nothing else happens, this guy will soon stand out in the arena challenge, be favored by the top sects and forces, and be accepted into their sect.
Offending such a warrior will have serious consequences.
It would have been fine if he had just succeeded in killing the opponent, but he failed.
After resting for a while, he regained some strength.
Standing up slowly, Ni Qiangkun swayed, his clothes already soaked with blood.
"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for showing mercy."
"I apologize if I offended you in the battle just now."
"Tomorrow I will personally come to your door to present a gift of thanks. I want to thank Brother Zhao for showing mercy. I also ask Brother Zhao not to refuse."
Ni Qiangkun held on to the severe pain in his chest and cupped his hands towards Lin Zheyu.
These words were very beautiful. They did not mention that they had offended the other party in the life-and-death confrontation just now, but directly thanked Zhao Hao for his mercy.
Sending an apology with mercy not only exposes the previous enmity between the two, but also preserves the face of both parties.
Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about worldliness. Those who live to his age are all veterans.
"My friend is welcome."
Lin Zheyu saw that the other party bowed his head proactively and wanted to resolve the grudges, so he smiled and directly used the title of friend.
"I'm seriously injured and I'm going back now. I'll visit again tomorrow and say goodbye."
Ni Qiangkun cupped his hands and looked very ugly.
After saying goodbye to Lin Zheyu, he turned around and left without even looking at Tang Weizhong.
"Humph."
Tang Weizhong also hurriedly snorted, threw his hands, and ran away.
He has no face to stay here any longer.
"No one dares to come up?"
"It's a pity, I didn't feel happy just now."
"Why don't Brother Yan Ming come up and give it a try? I've known Brother Yan Ming for so long and we haven't fought yet."
Lin Zheyu looked at Li Yanming in the crowd with a half-smile. He also noticed the way Tang Weizhong looked at Li Yanming just now.
There is indeed something going on between this guy and the other party.
"No, no, no."
"Brother Zhao is very powerful. I'm no match for you, so I won't go up and embarrass myself." Li Yanming quickly waved his hand and said with a smile.
His smile remained the same as before, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.
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Lin Zheyu couldn't help but be a little surprised. Is this guy such a good-natured person, or does he have other plans?
‘Go back and talk to Li Mengxi about this matter. This is their family matter and it’s not good for me as an outsider to interfere.’ Lin Zheyu thought to himself.
Seeing that no one dared to challenge him, he sat cross-legged on the ring and began to adjust his breath and recover.
Time passes slowly.
Although no one came up to challenge Lin Zheyu, there were more and more warriors joining in the fun.
When people heard that a powerful and talented warrior had appeared, they came over to watch out of curiosity.
"Who is this person? He is so powerful, he shouldn't be unknown."
"Could it be that they came from other cities?" Someone asked curiously.
"I don't know. I heard that it belongs to the Li family, a wealthy businessman on Nanming Street. The Li family's auctions are somewhat famous in Wuling City."
"Have you heard of Li Lingyun? She is a famous beauty in Wuling City. She is in charge of the auction." An insider said in a low voice.
Lin Zheyu's identity information is not a secret. All warriors who challenge him in the ring need to register his information.
If you are interested, you can find out some information by asking around at the betting shop.
"Not only Li Lingyun, the Li family has excellent blood, and there are often handsome women and men among their descendants. Ling Mengqi even ranked sixth on the list of beauties in Wuling City."
"Zi Zheng Zhen, so beautiful."
"It's just that the true meaning of ice that she cultivates gives people the feeling that strangers are not allowed to enter, and they are kept away from thousands of miles away. Otherwise, when she smiles, she would be much prettier than Rong Siying, who is ranked in the top five."
A slightly wretched-looking man said with a smile.
"Oh, that Li family, just say the Li family where Li Lingyun was born, and I will know which one it is."
"Zhen Zhenzhen, the Li family is very lucky this time to be able to recruit such a strong person." Someone said with envy.
The family he comes from is on par with the Li family in terms of strength, but it is not easy to recruit someone with such talent and strength.
"You are wrong. I heard that he was not recruited by the Li family."
"It is said that Zhao Hao was Li Mengqi's savior and did not accept the Li family's solicitation." A well-informed person said.
Lin Zheyu made some noise at Tiandao Peak, and some good people could get a lot of information by just asking around.
"Savior?"
"Come on, tell me why Li Mengqi is in danger. There is someone in the Li family who can put her into a life-or-death crisis."
The person next to me asked curiously.
"Hey, you don't know this, right? This Li Mengqi's parents have been gone for a long time."
"Among aristocratic families, competition is so fierce. Without the protection of parents, all resources and contributions must be earned by oneself..."
"..."
There was a lot of discussion under the ring.
Those who can enter the martial arts exchange meeting are all prominent figures in Wuling City. Even if some are not strong, their backgrounds are extremely good.
Their circle is so big, you can find out a lot of things with just a little inquiry.
More than an hour later.
Lin Zheyu sat cross-legged on the ring in boredom.
No one came up to challenge him, which made him quite bored.
It was over just after warming up, and Lin Zheyu had an uncomfortable feeling of not being able to go up or down.
He simply got up and started to fight the Bull Boxing in the ring.
Lin Zheyu had a different feeling under the gaze of many warriors who were watching, amazed and admiring.
The gazes of others seemed to turn into an invisible force, affecting his state of mind, strengthening his mind and will, and strengthening the seeds of his domineering true meaning.
"Made, you are a bunch of cowards, no one dares to come up to you, I'm here!"
Suddenly, a rugged man walked out of the crowd and jumped forward with a beheading knife.
The blade of his sword is very wide, like a door panel, and looks quite cool.
"It's Yue Qinghong. I didn't expect him to come too."
"His strength is no worse than Luo Manghan's just now. No, I heard that Luo Manghan challenged him many times, but all ended in failure."
Someone exclaimed.
The whispering voices of the warriors who were watching under the ring suddenly disappeared, and they all ran to the betting board aside to place their bets in great interest.
"I want to beat Zhao Haosheng... Uh, did I make a mistake? The odds are so low..."
"Forget it, let's give it a try and beat Yue Qing Hongsheng."
Many warriors who originally wanted to beat Lin Zheyu to win suddenly changed their minds after seeing the odds.
Lin Zheyu has only fought three times so far, not ten. Now he can only bet up to four thousand.
The odds of 1:0.1 and the money for winning a game are not enough to fill your teeth.
"Master Yang, this Yue Qinghong is the most outstanding disciple of this generation of the Yue family. He is quite famous even in Wuling City."
"The odds you set, well... the difference is not big."
"Is the strength gap between Yue Qinghong and Zhao Hao really that big?"
The man in charge of the betting couldn't help but ask after seeing the odds.
Yue Qinghong is a famous person in Wuling City.
Although he didn't know why Yue Qinghong didn't go to the core gatherings of the martial arts exchange meeting and appeared here instead.
But this guy's strength is extremely terrifying.
"You can see it just by looking at it."
"Although Yue Qinghong is strong, in terms of combat awareness, he is not as good as Luo Manghan just now."
"When he meets Zhao Hao, who has practiced Qinggong and Shenfa to a superb level, it will be difficult for him to show off his strength." The old man surnamed Yang said with a smile.
He rocked the recliner unsteadily and took a sip of wine.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure walking not far away. He turned his head and looked over with a smile: "Baizhong, you are finally here."
"I've met Mr. Yang."
Huang Baizhong saluted the old man named Yang.
"What do you think of that kid? He's a pretty good martial artist."
Mr. Yang pointed at Zhao Hao and said with a smile.
"This domineering momentum is very solid. It seems that the seeds of domineering true meaning have been condensed."
"A good martial arts seedling."
Huang Baizhong looked at Zhao Hao, nodded.
Those who can comprehend the seeds of domineering true meaning have extremely good martial arts character. This kind of mind will go further in martial arts than warriors who comprehend other true meanings.
But that’s all.
As one of the top sects in the Guanghua Region, the Wuji Sect has so many talented and qualified disciples who come to learn from it.
What kind of talented warrior has Huang Baizhong not seen?
Among so many talented warriors, only a few can truly grow up.
Understanding the seeds of domineering true meaning can only make him take a high look.
"Hey, keep reading."
"How long do you think that boy from the Yue family can last?" Mr. Yang said with a smile.
"Do you think so highly of him?"
"Then I'd like to take a closer look."
Hearing Mr. Yang's question, Huang Baizhong couldn't help but be a little surprised and looked in the direction of the ring curiously.
For Mr. Yang to pay so much attention to him shows that there is something extraordinary about this person.
Bang!
Yue Qinghong jumped onto the ring and landed on the ground with a muffled sound.
The door-wide beheading knife in his hand made Lin Zheyu couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
"What a cool sword."
Lin Zheyu praised.
"Yue Qinghong, I'm here to learn your brilliant tactics."
Yue Qinghong said calmly.
"Zhao Hao."
Lin Zheyu responded briefly.
The two people clasped their fists and made a fist salute to each other.
Following the referee's order, Yue Qinghong immediately raised his sword and rushed towards Lin Zheyu.
The huge beheading sword was in his hand as if it had no weight.
With a slight swing of the sword, a terrifying hurricane was set off, making Lin Zhe's feathers rustle.
His control over the wind is very strong, and Lin Zheyu can feel the strong wind set off by the opponent's broad blade, and the feeling on his body.
"Have you understood the true meaning of the wind..."
"But I haven't cultivated my true strength, which is a bit unsatisfactory."
Lin Zheyu said lightly.
His figure flickered and disappeared immediately.
"It's too early for you to say this!"
"Even if I don't condense my true strength, with my strong sense of wind, the strong winds are my sensory tentacles."
"No matter how fast you are, I can sense where you are through the tentacles of the wind."
Yue Qinghong's voice came from the strong wind.
Stirred by his decapitating sword, the entire arena was filled with gusts of wind, but his voice came through extremely clearly.
"Really, then I want to experience it."
Lin Zheyu's figure was erratic around Yue Qinghong, like a ghostly shadow. The fierce wind made his clothes rustle, but it had no effect on his speed.
crackle.
Crack, crackle.
Because he was moving too fast, his clothes hit the hurricane, making a crackling sound.
As Lin Zheyu moved quickly, crackling sounds echoed throughout the arena.
Phew——
Suddenly, the decapitating sword came out from the hurricane and struck Lin Zheyu's back sharply.
Lin Zheyu suddenly moved to the right to avoid the attack of the decapitating sword.
Xiu Xiu Xi——
The broadsword kept slashing out, and indeed as Yue Qinghong said, with his strong sense of wind, the hurricane set off by the beheading sword seemed to turn into his wind tentacles.
With this ability, he was able to quickly capture Lin Zheyu's traces.
It's a pity that his speed is still too slow.
Lin Zheyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said lightly: "If you only have this little strength, then go down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his speed increased again.
When the Purple Thunder Fist breathing technique was used, there was a sound of thunder, mixed with the roar of a hurricane, and the sound of clothes being whipped in the wind was heard.
"Just try and see if you can get within two meters of me."
Yue Qinghong said calmly.
He is very confident in his own strength. With the blessing of Guangfeng's true intention, his perception within two meters of his body is terrifyingly strong.
As long as the opponent dares to get close, the decapitating sword in his hand will be chopped down directly.
When~~~
Lin Zheyu did not answer, but responded to Yue Qinghong with an extremely fierce punch.
The fist wearing a tungsten gold glove struck at the blade of the decapitation sword. The blade trembled and made a terrifying sound.
Yue Qinghong felt the terrifying power coming from the blade, and his expression changed drastically.
He grasped the handle of the beheading sword with both hands, and controlled the blade with all his strength.
An inch long is strong, an inch short is dangerous.
The same is true for his beheading sword.
Qiang is indeed very strong, but for Lin Zheyu, with such a wide blade, the target of the attack is too obvious.
Yue Qinghong's perception, blessed by the true intention of the strong wind, was indeed extremely terrifying. As soon as he got close, the decapitating sword would strike with a hiss.
Since you can't get close, attacking the opponent's decapitating knife will have the same effect.
"Not good!"
Yue Qinghong's heart tightened as he tried his best to hold the beheading sword steady.
In his perception, Lin Zheyu quickly approached at an astonishing speed.
Yue Qinghong wanted to slash with his sword, but it was already too late.
He wasted nearly a second just to stabilize the trembling blade.
For a warrior like Lin Zheyu, who is good at light kung fu and movement, one second can determine the outcome of a battle.
Rumble——
Crack!
The sound of thunder was approaching, and his fist passed through the strong wind he stirred up with his guillotine, and his sleeves crackled.
Phew!
The fist suddenly stopped a millimeter away from Yue Qinghong's neck and throat.
"You lost."
A faint voice came, causing Yue Qinghong's arm, which was about to be chopped off with a knife, to stop in an instant.
The violent wind stirring all around stopped.
Cold sweat flowed down Yue Qinghong's forehead.
At that moment, he felt that death was extremely close.
If the opponent lands this punch, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.
"Thank you for showing mercy."
Yue Qinghong took a step back, cupped his fists and said.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and said solemnly: "I will come again, and we will see you in two days."
"Okay."
Lin Zheyu nodded.
After Yue Qinghong jumped off the ring, he glanced at the audience under the ring.
Although they did not speak, the terrifying power made them dare not look at Lin Zheyu.
"What an amazing Qinggong movement!"
"What a powerful force. It was able to punch Yue Qinghong so hard that he almost couldn't hold the knife."
Huang Baizhong praised, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
No wonder it is so appreciated by Mr. Yang.
With such powerful strength, even within the Wuji Sect, only the top dozen genius disciples can match it.
"Not bad, right?"
"The little guy probably wants to use the influence of others to cultivate the seeds of the domineering true meaning and speed up the condensation of the domineering true meaning."
"If we can continue to win and win the title of undefeated in 100 games, maybe we can directly condense the true meaning of domineering."
Mr. Yang said with a smile.
His eyes were very vicious. Seeing Lin Zheyu feeling the emotions, eyes, and aura of the audience under the ring, he could see Lin Zheyu's thoughts at a glance.
As he said, Lin Zheyu did have this idea.
But he just felt that every time he won, the seeds of invincibility were planted in the minds of the audience, and the emotions of fear and admiration for him were generated.
The seeds of his domineering true meaning will also boil and become stronger!