Mo Ji pounded his chest with both fists and roared: "Who else wants to challenge me?"
The audience was completely silent.
Chen San looked excited and whispered: "This fat man is actually so strong!"
He glanced at Chu Yiyi with awe, and thought to himself: The young master in front of him, if he can get a real hero title, his strength should be even more amazing.
Chen San didn't dare to speculate too much. He vaguely felt that he was a blessing in disguise and met a noble person. He felt that the opportunity was rare and he must perform well.
"If no one has accepted the challenge yet, this first hero post will belong to the brother in front of me." The book boy's voice sounded clear and clear.
"I'll give it a try!" Lin Chong's eyes showed a confident light, and his body floated and landed on the competition stage.
There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.
"Is this the extraordinary talent from Beijian Academy?" someone whispered.
"What a genius!" someone shouted, "Is he Lin Chong? Oh my God!"
"I've seen the real Lin Chong." Huaichun, a girl in the audience, screamed.
"However, didn't Mr. Lin Chong just break through the Cloud Condensing Realm not long ago?" Someone asked doubtfully, "If he goes up to fight with this fat man, will he suffer a lot?"
"What do you know? What does it mean to be a genius?" Someone rolled their eyes, "Challenging over the next level is a common occurrence."
...
When Lin Chong heard the exclamations from the audience, a faint look of pride appeared on his face, his vanity was greatly satisfied.
"Are you going down by yourself, or do you want me to do it?" He glanced at Mo Ji and said calmly.
"So domineering." Someone shouted infatuatedly.
Mo Ji frowned and said in a deep voice, "Have you just entered the Cloud-Condensing Realm?"
"Just stepped into the Cloud Condensing Realm?" Lin Chong snorted coldly, and three Condensing Clouds surged out around him. With his mid-level Heavenly Grade spiritual vein qualification, once he started practicing, he was extremely fast!
Chu Yiliu was also slightly surprised. The last time he defeated Lin Chong in the Demon King's Palace, he only had the strength of the Qi Condensation Realm. In just a few months, he was already at the third level of the Cloud Condensation Realm.
Everyone around took a breath.
"What an astonishing cultivation speed." Someone whispered, "He is truly a genius."
"But can this strength really defeat this fat man?" Someone worried, the person who was punched by Mo Ji just now was at the eighth level of the Cloud Condensation Realm.
Can a genius really overcome such a huge gap in strength?
Mo Ji immediately shook his head and said: "Your strength is still far behind. Little baby, go down by yourself. Don't be embarrassed."
Lin Chong's face immediately became extremely ugly. He had the qualifications of a middle-grade Heavenly Spiritual Vein, and he was not inferior at all when fighting against the late-stage Cloud Condensing Realm soldiers in his house. Mo Ji actually dared to despise him!
There was a slight black energy all over his body, and a spiritual sword appeared in front of him with a clang. The spiritual sword was like ink, flowing with ink-colored light.
"kill!"
There were bursts of sword chants, and Lin Chong moved. The sword energy turned into thousands of cold rays, moving with him and crushing towards Mo Ji.
"You will soon know who is embarrassed!" Lin Chong said coldly.
"You are stubborn!" Mo Ji chuckled and shook his head.
He killed Lin Chong and stepped out with a sudden kick. The surging energy and blood flowed out of his body, his fists roared out, and a faint dragon shape appeared around him.
Qinglong Mutian Jue!
His fists roared, and his body looked like a ferocious beast.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and a surging wave of energy and blood rushed towards Lin Chong. Lin Chong suddenly felt that he was overwhelmed by a powerful momentum.
"Big Dipper Sword, open!" Lin Chong shouted sharply.
The Big Dipper Sword is one of the secret arts of the master of the North Sword Academy. It is a low-level swordsmanship at the heaven level. It is said that when used to the extreme, it can communicate with the power of the stars of the Big Dipper in the sky, and its power is extremely terrifying.
With Lin Chong's current strength, the Big Dipper Sword was unleashed, and the three spiritual clouds flowed from his body, turning into the three most dazzling stars of the Big Dipper: Tianshu, Tianxuan, and Tianji.
In an instant, Lin Chong's strength increased dramatically.
Mo Ji originally just wanted to play with Lin Chong, but he didn't expect that his sudden burst of strength was so amazing, and he was forced back dozens of steps.
"Ah!" Everyone in the audience exclaimed softly.
"As expected of a genius, he actually forced this fat man to retreat step by step." Someone exclaimed.
Lin Chong's eyes showed a proud look, and he exerted his middle-level spiritual roots to the extreme, and sneered: "Fat man, you know how much you weigh now, right? I haven't used my trump card yet."
As he spoke, his sword force suddenly became fierce, trying to force Mo Ji off the martial arts platform in one fell swoop.
Mo Ji had already retreated to the edge of the competition stage and shouted coldly: "Then I do underestimate you. However, you only have this strength and it is not enough."
He was careless and was forced to the edge of the competition stage by Lin Chong, and his eyes darkened. A large black cauldron whizzed out from the palm of his hand. The cauldron rotated smoothly, soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the surging momentum suddenly dispersed.
Lin Chong's eyes showed disdain and he sneered: "Fat man, it's already too late. Get off here!"
As he spoke, all the spiritual restraints on the spiritual sword in his hand were unlocked, and the spiritual light overflowed. The power of the Big Dipper swordsmanship increased several times. The power of the three spiritual clouds was also exerted to its extreme.
The sword energy forced Mo Ji away.
"Get out!" Mo Ji roared angrily, and was also angered.
With a roar, Mo Ding smashed out, and a wave of air visible to the naked eye rushed out and swept towards Lin Chong. He forcefully flew Lin Chongchong away.
boom!
Lin Chong was like a swaying leaf, drifting around in the surging momentum, and was suddenly thrown away.
"Ah?" Everyone in the audience had doubts in their eyes, looking at Mo Ji in horror.
Mo Ji directly killed Lin Chong with one move.
roar!
Mo Ji roared in a low voice, and the energy and blood around his body boiled. He held the ink cauldron in his hand and swept down, crushing towards Lin Chong.
"Little baby, do you really think you are so strong?" Mo Ji sneered.
The ink cauldron vibrated the space, making a muffled rumbling sound that shocked all directions.
Lin Chong fell to the ground, with a strong look of fear flashing in his eyes. Feeling the surprised and uncertain gazes of everyone around him, he immediately became heartbroken and said sternly: "Damn fat man, you forced me to do this!"
Possessed!
He roared angrily, and the third general's inheritance obtained in the Demon King's Palace was also displayed. The three spiritual clouds surrounding him turned into jet black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
boom!
The spiritual cloud adheres to the body, like armor, shining with metallic light.
Lin Chong swung the spirit sword again, and the black sword body stirred up a mysterious and mysterious sword energy, which was a bit more agile than the previous sword energy.
"Sword intent?" Chu Yiliu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
Lin Chong actually learned the sword's will from the third general of the Demon King's Palace!
With the blessing of sword intent, Lin Chong's attack power skyrocketed, and he really had the strength of a monk in the late stage of the Cloud Condensing Realm in the First World War.
Unfortunately, he met Mo Ji.
Mo Ji holds the Demon King's inheritance in his hands.
"Damn fat man, today will be your death anniversary next year!" Lin Chong laughed proudly, with the sword in his hand, I have the world.
This was General Jianyi, whom even his father, General Zhenguo, was quite afraid of.
A sword surged out, and a rolling wave of spiritual power surged toward Mo Ji.
The audience was filled with exclamations of surprise.
"Oh my gosh, that's so strong."
"I never thought that Mr. Lin Chong could beat a fat man in the late stage of the Boiling Blood Realm with the strength of the third level of Ningyun. He is truly a genius."
Qiong Ao also had a look of pride in his eyes. He looked at Chu Yiliu provocatively, hoping to see the shock in Chu Yiliu's eyes.
But no, Chu Yiliu looked calm and composed.
Qiong Ao was angry for a while, clenched his fists, and said to himself: "You brat, it will be your turn soon!"
On the stage, Lin Chong made a shocking strike with his sword, which caused exclamations from all around.
Mo Ji's eyes moved slightly and he snorted coldly: "The moves are not only useful because they look good."
He roared in a low voice, and the Demon King's Qi and blood refined in his body began to boil. The power of the Demon King's Qi and blood was poured into the ink cauldron, and instantly a thundering roar came from the ink cauldron.
Possessed!
Mo Ji roared and was also possessed. The armor transformed by the power of blood and qi all over his body was even more amazing than Lin Chong's armor. Countless streaks of red blood were added to the armor, making it look extremely domineering.
After becoming possessed, his physical fitness increased dramatically, and his perception and explosive power were greatly improved.
What?
The eyes of everyone around were filled with surprise and uncertainty, and they shouted softly: "This fat man actually knows how to do magic arts?"
"It seems to be stronger." Someone whispered.
boom...
The ink cauldron in Mo Ji's hand was crushed out and hit Lin Chong's sword directly, and the Big Dipper sword was instantly torn into pieces.
Lin Chong's expression changed drastically, and a violent force rushed towards him. He could no longer hold the spiritual sword in his hand, and it was thrown away.
"You...how do you know the magic technique?" Lin Chong said in horror.
The addition of demonic skills can greatly enhance a cultivator's potential. With this, Lin Chong had the courage to fight against Mo Ji, but now Mo Ji has also mastered the demonic skills.
His advantage is gone!
"Want to know?" Mo Ji snorted coldly and said, "I'll tell you right away!"
The ink cauldron in his hand tore through the sky, making a loud roar, falling from the sky, and hit Lin Chong's face fiercely.
boom!
With a loud noise, Lin Chong was knocked to the ground, and his black armor almost burst. He spurted out blood.
"You dare to touch me?" Lin Chong roared hysterically.
Bang!
"You said that?" Mo Ji hit him with another big cauldron, answering Lin Chong with practical actions.
The faces of the audience in the audience changed drastically. Even if Lin Chong had the Demon Lord's armor to protect his body, he still couldn't withstand the impact of the cauldron.
"It's so tragic." Someone whispered.
Qiong Ao's face changed drastically.
Bang bang bang!
Mo Ji's whole body erupted with dazzling light, and the Mo cauldron struck faster and faster. Lin Chong's armor was quickly smashed with cracks.
"Who is it that is so embarrassing?" Mo Ji groaned and laughed, and the cauldron fell with a crash, suddenly shattering Lin Chong's armor.
Lin Chong was beaten into a pig's head, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could not even speak clearly.
At this moment, he suddenly thought that he met that guy in the air condensation. It was his lifelong nightmare. Now he had another nightmare.