"Bang——" Hatukui opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mist.
The blood mist condensed but did not disperse. Instead, a strange light shone on his muscles, covering his whole body with a layer of blood.
"The Secret Art of Blood Explosion?"
Tang Ming frowned slightly: "No, it's not the Blood Explosion Secret Technique, this is inferior blood energy surge..." "The Blood Explosion Secret Technique?
Blood surges?"
Wei Honglin heard too many words that he had never heard before today, and his face was full of doubts.
"The Blood Explosion Secret Technique is a secret technique that stimulates the energy in the blood and burns potential to gain powerful physical strength, but the loss is huge."
"However, blood surges, especially low-quality blood surges, can increase short-term explosive power, but will cause irreversible damage to the body. Hatukui has been forced to a dead end."
Tang Ming explained calmly.
Just as he was talking, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the arena.
Hatukui's whole body was filled with blood energy, and he rushed towards him like a crazy beast. Yuan Zhentong's cyclone hit him, but he was unable to stop him at all.
"Foolish!"
Yuan Zhentong's expression turned cold and serious.
Seeing the distance between the two sides getting closer, he suddenly spread his hands and even closed his eyes.
"Huh--" A strong wind suddenly surged out of the closed arena.
The strong wind roared, making Yuan Zhentong's clothes rustle, and a violent energy filled the air from his body.
"die!"
Hatukui jumped up high and smashed his kneecaps down.
The moment he was about to fall, Yuan Zhentong suddenly opened his old eyes, murderous intent raging.
Boom! The ground was directly exploded, and dust roared for a long time, making it impossible for ordinary people around to see the scene inside the dust.
A full ten seconds passed.
The dust gradually dissipated, and Hatukui fell to the ground covered in blood. The ground around him cracked like a spider web, still lifeless.
The whole place was dead silent! "Dongyang Wujia wins, one point!"
It wasn't until the white-haired old man announced the result that everyone reacted.
Hatukui, dead! Fengcheng Xu Daobao's expression suddenly became sluggish, and he fell down in his seat in despair.
Wu Dagui, on the other hand, cheered up as if he had been given a shot of blood.
The white-haired old man stared at the mess on the ground, frowned and asked: "The arena has been destroyed. Should you continue the competition or change the venue?"
"Go on, even if you change to a new venue, it will be destroyed quickly."
He Tianxiong said: "We have reached this situation anyway, so don't worry about so many details. Fortunately, we will fight a life-and-death competition on the ground, and at most we can draw a certain range."
Anzhou Liu Zhen nodded: "Second."
Wei Honglin nodded: "The Wei Family Alliance seconded the proposal."
Three of the five families have already seconded the proposal, and the Xu family has been defeated, so even if the Wu family has any opinions, it will be invalid.
"Well, let's continue the competition."
The white-haired old man nodded, looked at Wu Dagui and said, "The next competition is against the Liu family in Anzhou. Should the Wu family continue or change?"
"Continue..." Wu Dagui was about to continue, but before he could finish speaking, he felt as if someone was pinching his throat, making him unable to make any sound.
"Substitute someone."
Yuan Zhentong said a word, then tapped the ground lightly, floated dozens of meters and landed in its original position.
Wu Dagui hurriedly asked: "Master Yuan, what are you..." "I was a little injured just now. Let me take a moment and let the Wu family send a dead man up first to delay as much time as possible. Anyway, your Wu family has two more times."
Chance."
Yuan Zhentong spoke solemnly. If you look closely, you will find that his right arm has been shaking.
Although he killed Hatukui just now, he still received a punch from the opponent. If his energy had not offset most of the force, he would probably be dead now.
Wu Dagui suddenly became nervous and ordered a family soldier to go up: "Well... well, Wu Hui, you go up and delay as much time as possible!"
The man named Wu Hui was a little hesitant, but he still walked up.
On the Liu family's side, Liu Zhen was about to call the family's elite to come on stage, but was interrupted by Zhao Zhiyu waving his hand.
"Uncle, I'd better go up."
There was a smile on Zhao Zhiyu's lips: "Instead of continuing like this, it's better to make a quick decision and resolve this matter as soon as possible so that we can go back as soon as possible."
"That's okay."
Liu Zhen snickered inwardly. He had actually wanted the other party to take action for a long time, but he was too embarrassed to say so because of his face.
Zhao Zhiyu nodded with a smile and strolled towards the ring.
When he moved, he instantly attracted the attention of many people. After all, as a foreign aid hired by the Anzhou Liu family, the young man in black had already attracted some people's attention.
"Wu Hui of the Wu family, please enlighten me."
Wu Hui stared at the young man in black with a solemn expression.
The corner of Zhao Zhiyu's mouth curled up slightly: "I'll give you a chance. If you admit defeat now, I will spare your life."
"Isn't it too domineering, your Excellency, to conclude that I will lose before we even fight?"
Wu Hui's expression suddenly darkened.
"Boring."
The smile at the corner of Zhao Zhiyu's mouth gradually became weird: "Since you want to toast and not eat as a penalty, I hope you won't regret it later!"
"snort!"
Wu Hui shouted coldly, his body shook and he ran towards the front.
As a martial arts master of the Wu family in Dongyang, although he is not as strong as Yuan Zhentong, he is not a weakling. A warrior has pride, how can he withstand this kind of anger?
What's more, the young man in black is much younger than him. Even if his martial arts training is high, it is not much higher.
Whoa! The distance of seven to eight meters came in an instant.
Zhao Zhiyu still stood there motionless, even standing there with a smile on his face, as if waiting for the opponent to attack.
"court death!"
Wu Huihu's eyes erupted with fierce gleams, and his murderous intent became even stronger.
But just when he was about to attack the target person, he saw a reflection in the void out of the corner of his eye.
"not good!"
Wu Hui's expression changed drastically, and he quickly stopped and wanted to retreat.
There was a hint of evil in the corner of Zhao Zhiyu's mouth, and he said solemnly: "I'm thinking of leaving now, isn't it too late?"
He suddenly flicked his fingers towards the void ahead.
"Buzz——" The vibrating sound fluctuated.
I saw a slender silver thread shaking, not just one, but densely packed like a heaven and earth net, blocking all Wu Hui's escape routes.
In fact, these silver threads exude a dead and cold aura.
As cold as an old corpse.
"The Tomb Spider Silk!"
Wu Hui was frightened and suddenly looked up at Zhao Zhiyu: "Are you from Youge?"
"right."
Zhao Zhiyu nodded with a smile, but his smile gradually turned ferocious.
He reached out and grabbed it in the void, and dozens of Tomb of Tomb spider threads strangled towards the center like a formation, with a strange black light shining on the spider threads.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Wu Hui's body was instantly cut with blood marks, and the deepest part was enough to see the internal bones.
"ah!"
Misunderstanding screamed in pain.
Zhao Zhiyu looked indifferent: "Are you going to start screaming now?
I'm just getting started."
Along with the words, the black light on the spider silk in the Tomb of Hell suddenly surged, flowing into Wu Hui's flesh and blood along the spider silk.
Suddenly, a scalp-numbing scene appeared.
Wu Hui's whole body seemed to be accelerating. He was aging visibly to the naked eye, from a middle-aged man with strong blood to a frail old man. His black hair turned gray and fell to the ground in handfuls.