Chapter 21: A taste of my Gusu Murong’s changing fortunes
Dongshi, Leitai District.
The government office was centered on the original Dongshi Terrace, expanded outwards, and split into eight arenas of equal size, which were used as a competition venue.
And those traveling merchants who had been robbed of their territory and had nothing to do have also transformed into temporary social secretaries and singers, responsible for organizing competitions, judging the winners and losers, etc.
C-shaped desk.
The battle on stage is coming to an end.
"How dare you go on stage with this little ability?"
The speaker was a bald man with bulging muscles. He held a thick-ridged mountain knife in his hand. When he slashed out with the sword, a snow-white light appeared, making it difficult for his opponent to parry.
The true energy is released outwards, condensed but not dispersed. He is clearly an eighth-grade expert.
"Get down here!"
Just when the opponent was carefully guarding against the strong man's machete, he made a feint, suddenly turned sideways and whipped out a whip kick, and immediately kicked the opponent out of the field.
The singer who was watching nervously from the sidelines shouted loudly: "Winner, Chen Zhao!"
One game left!
Chen Zhao touched his bald head, full of fighting spirit.
As long as he wins one more game, he can qualify for the main draw.
In the discussion of martial arts on the boat, I, Chen Zhao, should have a place!
Changchou trotted all the way to the company to get the latest challenge list, and then asked Chen Zhao: "Do you want to rest?"
"No need!"
His swordsmanship emphasizes the power of one go. After a series of battles and victories, Chen Zhao not only did not feel exhausted, but his momentum became even higher.
This moment is his peak!
The singer glanced at the information on the list and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The next opponent is number C, No. 72, Murong Fu. His cultivation level is ninth level. He is good at using weapons - fist and palm."
Ninth grade? Still empty-handed?
Chen Zhao's eyes flashed with excitement, is this unstable?
I didn’t expect that after building up my momentum for so long, my opponent turned out to be a ninth-grade player, which was a bit of a waste.
But it’s also a good thing!
When the warriors watching the battle near the C-shaped platform heard this, they immediately lost interest and began to disperse to other arenas.
Anyone with a little bit of vision can see that Chen Zhao feeds his war with war, and his condition is getting better and better.
Under such circumstances, even eighth-grade warriors would not benefit from him, let alone ninth-grade warriors.
"Please also invite Murong Fu to come in."
Chen Zhao also turned his attention to the other side of the ring, wanting to see what the person who was not afraid of death looked like.
No one?
No! It’s heaven!
He raised his head suddenly and saw a white figure passing over everyone's heads at an extremely fast speed. A few jumped up and flew to the ring.
What a handsome body!
Only then did Chen Zhao see clearly the appearance of the person coming.
The other person is holding a folding fan, is dressed in white, has a handsome face, and exudes a chic and elegant temperament.
Well, it’s the kind of pretty boy he hates the most.
"Are you my opponent this round? I will treat you well later!"
"I advise you to surrender as soon as possible." The man stood with his hands behind his back, like a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, and said calmly: "If you go against heaven, there will be an accident. If you go against me, there will be no chance of survival!"
"What did you say?!"
Chen Zhao almost laughed out of anger.
He is a ninth grader, why the hell can he be so crazy??
[This kind of garbage dares to bark in front of you? You sneer, go against heaven, there will be accidents, go against me, there will be no chance of life!]
Seeing that one sentence made his opponent want to cut him into three hundred pieces, Ning Yan couldn't help but sigh secretly.
If I want to talk about showing off, it has to be you, you piece of shit.
His decision to participate in the martial arts competition was not a temporary decision. He had such a plan from the moment he got the illusion.
Whether it is the treasure or the fake "Jiang Kaiyuan", it is too dangerous to approach it as "Ning Yan".
When traveling around the world, how can you not prepare a few more vests!
"Hurry up and start!" Chen Zhao urged.
His broadsword is already thirsty.
Changchou obviously couldn't withstand the pressure of the eighth-grade warrior, and stammered: "Let's start!"
At the same time, I couldn’t help but pray for Murong Fu.
I hope he can keep a lower profile in his next life.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhao's legs suddenly exerted force, and the ground was immediately trampled into spider web-like cracks. With this force, he rushed towards Ning Yan like a cannonball!
He may not have any high-level body skills, but with this brute force, his speed is not necessarily much slower than Ning Yan!
Although Chen Zhao looks rough, his sword skills are very delicate. The machete in his hand flicks left and right, the virtual and the real are mixed, making it impossible to tell where his next sword will land.
The sharp glint from the tip of the knife stung Ning Yan's eyes, so he simply closed his eyes.
It was clear that a machete might hit him at any time, but he was very calm inside.
Is this the eighth-grade warrior...
Nothing more than that!
At the critical moment, Ning Yan moved.
At first, Chen Zhao could barely follow his movements with his eyes, but soon he found that he could only see a white shadow.
Ning Yan's steps were unpredictable, interpreting the changes in every inch to the extreme.
"Die to me!"
Chen Zhao had already unleashed his real fire, and the continuous air slashes made him almost go crazy. He couldn't use his strength and felt very frustrated.
Ning Yan only responded with mocking eyes.
"Ahhhhh!"
As time went by, Chen Zhao's sword skills gradually lost their order, and in the end he was just wielding them randomly while holding his breath.
He only has one thought in his mind: he must kill this bastard!
"Is this the only level?"
This sentence made Chen Zhao's anger reach its peak, and he said angrily: "Don't run away if you can!"
To his surprise, Ning Yan suddenly stopped.
"Okay."
Chen Zhao was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of ecstasy, holding the machete tightly in both hands and raising it high above his head.
All the zhenqi in the whole body exploded at this moment, the sword glowed instantly, and even the blade made an unbearable whine.
But he can't control that much anymore.
If the knife breaks, you can replace it. If you miss the opportunity to chop this bastard, it will be difficult to get it again.
Wu Sheng Dao·Split the Mountain!
Chen Zhao shouted loudly, and with an indomitable momentum, he slashed the long knife in his hand with all his strength. The ten-foot-high sword shot forward quickly, and even the arena was split in half by the sword!
Facing this thunder blow, Ning Yan just slowly raised his hand. The moment the sword light came into contact with his palm, he squeezed the sword light hard with his five fingers and crushed the sword light into pieces!
"What..."
Chen Zhao couldn't believe his eyes, but soon he saw an even more outrageous sight.
The opponent also used a move to split the mountain.
A ninth-grade warrior can actually create sword energy with one hand?!
This was Chen Zhao's last thought before he fell into coma.
Ning Yan waved his hand and said proudly: "It is your lifetime honor to be defeated by my Gusu Murong."
"Chanchi, read it."
Changchou swallowed his saliva and said blankly: "The winner is Murong Fu!"
There was already dead silence in the audience.
Not only was Ning Yan's clean victory over Chen Zhao, but also his attitude from beginning to end.
You're not as good at pretending as he is in the middle and third grades, right?
The ninth grade is already so arrogant, how can he really get to the level of refining the gods?!
Finally, someone couldn't hold it back anymore and shouted: "I can't fucking bear it anymore! I'll do the next one!"
"Don't grab it! Let me do it!"
"I am the eighth grade, and I have a heavy hand!"
However, there are still many people who are not in a hurry to take action.
Although Murong Fu is arrogant, he does have some real abilities. If nothing else, the fact that he can make the true energy leave the body based on his ninth-grade cultivation shows that he has a good inheritance.
Ordinary eighth-level warriors may not be his match.
Ning Yan mentally counted the number of people signing up in the audience and frowned slightly.
He knew that it was too late for him to participate in the competition. If he relied on fighting one battle at a time, he might not be able to catch up with the main competition, so he would have to find another way.
Why haven’t these eighth- and ninth-grade potential leeks made any move yet...
It seems that I have to work harder.
"A bunch of chickens and dogs, just rushing to die?"
The expressions of many people in the audience suddenly changed.