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Chapter 1470 is ruthless

There are thirty arenas, and each arena is assigned a hundred people. According to the rules of the points system, everyone needs to fight once.

In the seventh arena, there are currently only four people who maintain a winning streak, namely Zhuo Wen who goes by the pseudonym Wenzhuo, Zheng Tang of Qinglong Palace, Shi Yi of the Killing Alliance, and Shui Zhe of the Immortal Altar.

There were originally five people who maintained a winning streak, and the fifth person was Wu Lan, but Wu Lan had just been killed in the ring by Zhuo Wen.

Everyone in the seventh arena fell into silence at this moment, looking at the young man standing in the center of the arena with fear and awe in their eyes.

"Who is this Wen Zhuo? He's so terrifying that he even killed Wu Lan instantly with one punch."

Not only the seventh arena, but also the warriors in other arenas began to notice the situation in the seventh arena.

In the Nine Nether Conference, being able to stand out from the hundreds of thousands and advance to the top three thousand, who is not the elite of the elite, even if the cultivation level is not high, they still have the combat power to surpass the level.

In addition, the natural world is not vast, so warriors participating in arena battles in every corner of this world can clearly see various situations in other arenas.

Generally speaking, in the arena, a strong duel will attract the attention of many other warriors.

At the beginning, although the battle between Zhuo Wen and Wu Lan attracted the attention of some people, not many people paid attention.

However, when Zhuo Wen flatly punched out and killed Wu Lan instantly, most of the warriors in the natural world focused their attention on the seventh arena.

"The Seventh Stage Wenzhuo."

In the first arena, Qing Longzi stood quietly. His opponent had just given up and surrendered, and coupled with the commotion from the other warriors around him, his eyes also fell on Zhuo Wen in the seventh arena.

In addition, Wu Lan, who was killed instantly, was a core disciple of Qinglong Palace.

Although Qinglongzi's eyes were completely calm, it could be seen from his slightly clenched hands that his heart was actually far from as calm as he appeared.

Turning his head slightly, Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on Qing Longzi in the first arena.

For a moment, the two looked at each other, and a spark burst out.

"I remember you."

Qing Longzi's mouth moved slightly but no sound came out, but Zhuo Wen was able to read the former's lips.

Zhuo Wen just smiled and didn't pay much attention.

Since he plans to retaliate against the five major forces at the Jiuyou Conference, he has already prepared for the risk of being exposed.

Now that he has gained some prominence, he will naturally attract the attention of others.

Fortunately, this Nine Nether Conference is hosted by people from the Chaos Temple. The leaders of other forces are not qualified to approach this Nine Nether rooftop, so Zhuo Wen is not worried about being identified.

Even after he was identified, the masters of power could not do anything to him.

As for the juniors of the five major forces, there are really very few who can threaten him.

Walking off the ring, many warriors below consciously separated their paths, showing awe in their eyes.

Even Wu Lan, the core disciple of Qinglong Palace, dared to kill him. The young man in front of him was definitely an unscrupulous ruthless person.

At present, no one really dares to provoke such a ruthless person.

"The competition continues!"

After coming back to his senses, Cao Rong calmly announced that the competition would continue.

Boom boom boom!

The competition continues. At present, everyone in the seventh arena has participated in nearly 80 games, and there are still about 20 games left.

In the 81st scene, Shui Zhe and Qinglong Palace Zheng Tang met.

On the ring, the two faced each other from a distance. Zheng Tang looked fearful and said: "Brother Shuizhe, let me learn about your strength."

Shui Zhe stared at Zheng Tang indifferently and said: "Cousin Zheng, in order to save some favor for you, you should take the initiative to admit defeat, otherwise you will lose miserably."

Hearing this, Zheng Tang's face changed slightly, and he said a little unconvinced: "Although Brother Shui Zhe is a semi-saint, I think I am still qualified to fight against Shui Zhe."

Shui Zhe showed a subtle smile and said: "In that case, then you can take action."

"drink!"

Zheng Tang didn't waste any time. He took a step forward, and clusters of green vines suddenly emerged from his body, like countless green pythons. Zheng Tang mastered the law of wood, which was the same as Long Tian.

"Be careful!"

Zheng Tang said, jumping up and stepping onto the green vines. The countless disordered vines entangled each other and finally condensed into a giant green dragon.

As the name of Qinglong Temple suggests, many of its techniques are related to dragons, so even the attack methods based on laws will be chosen to resemble giant dragons.

Shuizhe stood there, his eyelids drooping, motionless.

The moment the green dragon appeared in front of him, Shui Zhe stretched out his right hand, and a breath of death lingered, and then a giant hand even more terrifying than the dragon suddenly appeared behind him.

Boom!

The giant hand pinched the green dragon. The huge dragon was like a small snake. It was pinched in the hand and smashed to the ground. The whole ground shook violently.

Spider-web-like cracks started from the green dragon as the center and spread in all directions.

Zheng Tang spit out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and hit the bottom of the ring hard.

"Thank you Brother Shuizhe for showing mercy!"

Zheng Tang stood up quickly and looked at Shui Zhe gratefully.

Shui Zhe had stopped his hand just now, otherwise, he might have been seriously injured instead of the minor injury he had now.

Shui Zhe nodded slightly and walked slowly down the ring.

"He is worthy of being the number one genius at the Immortal Altar in the Death Nether Realm. He has such terrifying combat power."

Everyone under the ring looked at Shui Zhe with fear.

And vaguely, everyone began to compare Shuizhe and Nawenzhuo. If the two faced off, who would be better?

Kick, kick, kick!

Shui Zhe walked off the ring, walked straight to Zhuo Wen, and passed by without stopping at all.

However, at the moment when he passed by, Shui Zhe sent a secret message to Zhuo Wen: "I am looking forward to it. If the two of us can meet, how many moves can you withstand in my hands?"

Zhuo Wen just smiled and didn't reply. In other words, he didn't take Shui Zhe's words seriously at all.

However, Shui Zhe's move just now made Zhuo Wen a little surprised, because he could vaguely feel that the law Shui Zhe mastered was somewhat similar to the law of death he mastered.

"I have always heard that Death is worshiped in the Netherworld of Death. It seems that Shuizhe must have mastered the power of the Law of Death." Zhuo Wen thought to himself.

"No. 15 Wenzhuo."

Cao Rong shouted again, and Zhuo Wen jumped onto the ring again, but his opponent immediately gave up and gave up the fight.

Now, Zhuo Wen is recognized as a ruthless person in the seventh ring. He can kill even the invincible emperor with one punch. Except for a few people in the seventh ring, the rest of them don't have the courage to face Zhuo Wen.

In the next ten games, Zhuo Wen won easily. The opponents he chose basically abstained immediately, so Zhuo Wen directly reached his 90th consecutive victory.

"No. 15 Wenzhuo versus No. 54 Zheng Tang."

In the ninety-first round, it was Zhuo Wen's turn again, but the moment Cao Ronggang made the announcement, many people in the arena fell into silence.

The scene where Wu Lan was killed by Zhuo Wen with one punch is still vivid in everyone's minds.

And Zheng Tang was Wu Lan's senior brother. Now that the two of them met, the atmosphere around them immediately became a little subtle.

Zheng Tang's face was a little purple and his eyes flickered. Speaking of which, looking at the young man in front of him, the scene of Wu Lan's death naturally sounded in his mind.

But now that he was about to abstain from voting, Zheng Tang was a little unwilling to do so, so he decided to say a few harsh words before abstaining.

"Wenzhuo, if you kill me from the Qinglong Palace, you may be safer now at the Nine Nether Conference, but after the Nine Nether Conference is over, you will die."

"And don't take any chances. In the Nine Nether Realm, our Qinglong Palace is the largest force. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will be wanted by our Qinglong Palace and be captured."

Zheng Tang stood proudly, perhaps relying on the reputation of the Qinglong Palace behind him, so he was not as fearful as he was at the beginning when facing Zhuo Wen.

After all, Qinglong Palace is a giant, and Wenzhuo in front of him is just a small casual cultivator.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Wen ignored Zheng Tang at all. He turned to look at Cao Rong and said indifferently: "We have stood on the ring for a long enough time. We should be able to start, right?"

Cao Rong was startled, then showed a playful smile and said: "Of course we can start."

As soon as he said these words, Zhuo Wen took a step forward and shot toward Zheng Tang like an ethereal cloud of smoke.

Zheng Tang didn't even react, he was stunned on the spot for a moment.

The moment he saw Zhuo Wen approaching unscrupulously, especially when he saw the murderous intent in his eyes, extreme fear arose in his heart.

Of course, the fighting instinct made Zheng Tang immediately release the laws of wood and surround him.

"I give up..."

The intense fear made Zheng Tang's mind go blank. The scene of Wu Lan's death kept echoing in Zheng Tang's mind, making his whole body stiff.

However, Zheng Tang didn't say all the words, he just felt it coming from his heart, and then he was horrified to find that a fist had hit his chest without knowing when.

Poof!

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zheng Tang felt an overwhelming pain in his internal organs, and the blood flowed violently throughout his body.

He even had great doubts in his heart, that is, how did Wenzhuo arrive in front of him in the blink of an eye even though Wenzhuo was dozens of meters away before.

"I abstain, I abstain!"

Without caring about any face, Zheng Tang screamed, the fear of death filled his entire brain, and without hesitation he shouted out the words that he had been ashamed of before.

"You lost."

Zhuo Wen ignored Zheng Tang's shouting, and the fire law spread from his fist and entered Zheng Tang's body.

With a tragic howl, Zheng Tang's body was wrapped in a nine-color flame.

When the howling suddenly stopped, Zheng Tang disappeared, leaving only black ashes on the place.

Hiss!

When Zheng Tang was burned to ashes by the law of fire, the seventh arena fell into an eerie silence, and everyone fell into silence unanimously...

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