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Chapter six hundred and fiftieth chapters all one trick

The ten arenas are majestic and majestic, with the great sage referee standing beside them.

The rays of light merged into the arena, then disappeared invisible.

The chaotic crowd slowly fell silent.

Eyes suddenly focused on Chen Ling.

"It all depends on me. I'm not the last one." Chen Ling touched his nose and muttered.

When Yang Xuan and Si Xingfei heard this, they both rolled their eyes.

Whoosh!

A figure swept into the arena.

Situ Po.

Originally ranked 99th, he was pushed down to 100th.

"Situ Po, the first one is so embarrassing."

"He was actually squeezed out by Chen Ling. The most unlucky one was Cao Yi."

The crowd was slightly commotion.

"The first battle, number 100 on the Prodigy List, Situ Po, the challenger comes out." The referee from one side of the ring shouted loudly.

Suddenly, several figures rushed out of the crowd.

There were six people, among whom Cao Yi was prominently listed.

Cao Yi and Situ Po both glanced at Chen Ling in the crowd with hatred.

"Everyone has one chance to challenge. If you fail, you will no longer be eligible to challenge. Let's start first." As the referee's voice sounded, Cao Yi rushed to the ring instantly.

"Although there was a little incident, the result is still the same." Cao Yi stared at Si Baoguo coldly.

"You were squeezed out of the list of geniuses by a newcomer. You don't even dare to fart. Cao Yi, that's all you have. This time you won't even get the 100th place." Situ Po sneered.

"Huh, let's give it a try."

After the tit-for-tat confrontation, two waves of holy power surged out.

boom!

The two figures burst out like lightning, like two hurricanes, violently colliding.

Bang bang bang!

Everything changed in an instant. The two of them were both at the initial level of sainthood. The difference was not big. Originally, they were only one level apart. The battle situation was fierce, but they were evenly matched.

"Cao Yi and Situ Po started the match, but they didn't have much to look at. In the last round, the difference between them was three moves, and the winner was determined by the loser."

"It would have been interesting if it was Chen Ling's first battle. It's a pity that this guy climbed to the 99th place."

"Situ Po is going to lose." Yang Xuan suddenly said.

Hearing this, Chen Ling nodded secretly.

Although the fight between the two seemed to be evenly matched, Cao Yi played steadily and with a solid foundation, resisting Situ Po's fierce attack without any signs of defeat.

For about half an hour, the two exchanged hundreds of moves before Cao Yi finally broke out and defeated Situ Po in one fell swoop.

As soon as the situation of defeat appeared, Cao Yi reversed his steady attack and became extremely fierce. Within a few dozen breaths, Situ Po was knocked off the ring.

"In the first battle, Cao Yi wins."

"Situ Po, congratulations." Cao Yi stood on the ring and glanced sarcastically at the gloomy Situ Po below.

Situ Po gritted his teeth and glanced at Chen Ling.

I still have a chance.

"Fifteen minutes of recovery time, second after that."

Cao Yi quickly sat down to recover.

A quarter of an hour later, the second person rushed onto the ring.

Cao Yi defeated four people in a row, but lost the fifth person and was directly knocked off the list of geniuses.

However, he challenged a high ranking and won one game, and he qualified for another challenge.

In the end, Shi Hua, who defeated Cao Yi, occupied the 100th place.

Neither Situ Po nor Cao Yi challenged him again.

The purpose of the two people is very simple, and countless people present can see it, and it is Chen Ling.

Chen Ling is ranked ninety-nine. As long as he is knocked down to one hundred, it will be a chance for the two of them.

Of course, Situ was defeated at the hands of Cao Yi, and even if he challenged him later, it would be difficult for him to compete with Cao Yi.

The challenge between Situ Po and Cao Yi will be held at the end.

"I want to challenge the ninety-ninth place." Shi Hua, who was ranked 100th, looked at Chen Ling in the crowd with a serious look.

Chen Ling flew up and fell into the ring.

"If I were you, I would give in immediately." Shi Hua stared at Chen Ling and said disdainfully.

"Let's take action." Chen Ling grinned and said calmly.

Shi Hua's face darkened, and immediately without hesitation, his momentum surged, turning into invisible oppression and fiercely covering Chen Ling.

At the same time, he shot out, raised his hand and landed a big palm in the air.

Chen Ling punched out.

Bang!

Shi Hua screamed and flew out.

He fell directly outside the ring.

"Holy shit."

"With one move, Shi Hua can't even block Chen Ling's move? Is it so terrifying to become a saint by blood?"

"Is this the opposite?"

The crowd was stunned and dumbfounded.

Especially Situ Po and Cao Yi, both of them almost dropped their eyes and whispered.

Shi Hua was defeated with one move...the two of them had no chance at all.

"How is that possible?"

Questions arise in the minds of countless people.

"This guy is going to be completely famous this time." Si Xingfei sighed with a wry smile and shook his head.

"Abnormal." Yang Xuan gritted his teeth.

Among the newcomers, Tang Zhan, Huo Xingchen, and Yang Yunting all looked ugly. This scene was simply unbelievable.

Countless people were waiting to see Chen Ling make a fool of himself, but now he shocked everyone's eyes.

"I want to challenge ninety-eight."

Chen Ling drank loudly.

"Does he still want to challenge? How far does it take his strength to become a saint?"

"I don't believe he can win again."

The ninety-eighth came onto the stage.

"Chen Ling, you're done here."

Chen Ling smiled and said nothing.

The other party shouted angrily, and the holy power surged in like an overwhelming force.

Chen Ling's big hands lightly fanned out.

Bang!

A figure flew out of the ring.

The rioting crowd became dead silent.

"Brother Yang, how strong is Junior Brother Chen?" A golden-clothed disciple quietly walked up to Yang Xuan and asked in a low voice.

Yang Xuan took a look and saw that the person coming was the ninety-sixth one on the list of geniuses.

"I'm afraid, you can't save it." Yang Xuan looked at the other party with pity.

The latter was shocked all over and gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you even protect me?"

He didn't believe that Yang Xuan would tell lies.

"I dare not say that I can defeat him, what do you think?" Yang Xuan said unbearably.

"What?"

Ninety-six people had their eyes widened and their heads were blank.

"I want to challenge the ninety-seventh place." Chen Ling's voice sounded again.

"Damn, this little bastard, how far has he reached?" Ouyang Hong's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold.

The ninety-seventh one stepped onto the stage.

Taking a lesson from the previous two, he had a solemn look on his face.

However, it’s still a trick.

Chen Ling only threw one punch and flew directly to the ring.

Even among the top ten on the Prodigy List, everyone's face was full of shock at this moment.

Don't forget, Chen Ling is just a newcomer.

Is it so scary to become a saint by blood?

"I want to challenge the ninety-sixth place."

The warrior beside Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment and slowly stepped onto the ring.

"Junior Brother Chen, please save some face." He said with a wry smile.

Chen Ling glanced down and saw the miserable looks of the first two people, and thought that the attack was indeed a bit too harsh.

He nodded and the battle began.

Still a trick.

However, the opponent did not fly out, but was narrowly knocked to the edge of the ring.

Ninety-six people looked pale, and with just one move, he understood that what Yang Xuan said was true.

"I lost." He took a deep breath and walked quickly down the ring. (To be continued)


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