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"Uh...sister, I'm not very skilled and can't defeat the sandworm!"

Chen Mingzhu lowered her head and honestly admitted that she couldn't win. It was embarrassing, so she just went for it.

Zuo Qinglong glanced at the woman in front of him, as if thinking about something.

"Did you advance by relying on the magic core? Or did you rely on some other external object to advance?"

Chen Mingzhu was stunned, and then her face turned red instantly.

I screamed inwardly, "I've already admitted I can't win, and you're still insulting me by saying I rely on external objects to advance? Are you the kind of guy whose realm doesn't match his strength?"

She gritted her teeth and said coldly:

"Brother Zuo, what makes you think I rely on external objects to advance?"

"Let me tell you, I achieved this through my own practice!"

"Besides, external objects that can work on general-level and king-level warriors are no longer something that can be bought with money."

"I have a bunch of people under me who are all waiting for my salary and counting on me to lead them to prosperity. How could I possibly be so extravagant as to use external objects for cultivation?"

The series of rapid, rapid speeches made Chen Mingzhu's breathing become rapid, and her chest rose and fell.

Zuo Qinglong felt a little embarrassed.

He didn't expect that a casual remark would provoke such a big reaction from Chen Mingzhu.

"Brother Zuo, you are also a king level, how about we have a sparring match?"

"By the way, could you please point out the shortcomings of my strength?"

"This... let's not do it..."

"What? Brother Zuo looks down on my strength and doesn't want to take action?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that..." Zuo Qinglong scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Then please give me some advice, Brother Zuo!"

Chen Mingzhu leaped up, created some distance, took out his weapon, and then made a fist-holding gesture.

"Please teach me!"

The guild members who were chatting nearby took a look and saw that there was something exciting to watch!

Is our guild leader going to compete with the little brother?

King vs. King, this kind of battle is not often seen!

So they all brought small stools, took out the melon seeds and started eating them.

Even Ma Yuan's cooking team dropped their spatulas and came to join in the fun.

Seeing that he could no longer refuse, Zuo Qinglong sighed helplessly:

"Oh, okay..."

He stood up slowly. Since he had decided to take action, he had to take it seriously!

Bang!

I saw Chen Mingzhu's body flying high up,

Then it fell freely, and with a "thud" it hit the ground, twitching weakly...

???

ha???

The expressions of the guild members froze instantly, not even noticing the sunflower seeds falling to the ground, as if they had been collectively immobilized by a spell...

Where is the promised king-level showdown?

Where is the rare and exciting battle that was promised?

That’s it?

Kill instantly with one hit!

Is the president so weak?

After a while, Chen Mingzhu supported herself on the ground with her hands and climbed up with difficulty.

"You sneak attack..."

She gritted her teeth and said:

"No, start over!"

Zuo Qinglong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This president was really difficult to deal with...

"Okay, I'll let you make the first move this time."

After saying that, he waved towards Chen Mingzhu, signaling her to come over.

When Chen Mingzhu saw the gesture, she instantly became furious and roared with all her might.

The guild members returned to normal, started to eat melon seeds, chat, and laugh again.

Chen Mingzhu kicked her feet hard, sending a cloud of sand flying, and her body quickly rushed towards Zuo Qinglong.

"Long Wei!"

Zuo Qinglong muttered silently in his heart.

boom!

The sky and the earth changed color!

A terrifying pressure that could rival the emperor level instantly descended upon this desolate desert!

The guild members who were eating melon seeds were in bad luck this time.

Under the pressure, they all fell to the ground...

Chen Mingzhu, who was rushing forward, suddenly stopped, as if she had fallen into a quagmire. With the pressure of a mountain pressing down on her, her legs trembled and she could barely move.

“This… How is this possible!?”

She was horrified and extremely shocked.

They are both king level, how can there be such a big gap between them!

Can the other party suppress you and make you unable to move just by releasing his aura?

How is this possible?

It's not like she hasn't seen top king-level masters before.

For example, the number one guild in Magic City, [Iron Blood Throne], its president Gao Tianqi is a peak king-level powerhouse.

One time, in the wild, she happened to see Gao Tianqi fighting a king-level monster and was deeply impressed by his overwhelming strength...

However, even for someone as strong as Gao Tianqi, it is impossible to completely suppress another king-level by relying on his aura!

What's going on with this 18-year-old king-level player across from me...

Huh… Huh…

She was breathing heavily, and sweat was pouring out like crazy.

Suddenly, her eyes blurred.

Then there was a sudden sharp pain in the abdomen, as painful as a knife!

"clang",

The long sword fell to the ground.

Chen Mingzhu knelt on the ground in pain, her body bent like a shrimp.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Her stomach was churning with gastric juices, and waves of nausea surged into her heart, causing her to retch repeatedly, with snot and tears streaming down her face...

This bastard...

She wailed in her heart: I clearly don’t have the strength to resist, why do you still have to hit me like this?

"Ahahaha... I couldn't stop myself for a moment. Sorry, sorry."

Zuo Qinglong quickly removed his pressure, squatted down and patted her back to soothe her, and asked with concern:

"Are you okay?"

Chen Mingzhu couldn't speak, she could only stare with murderous eyes and roar in her heart: Bastard, are you okay?

"Ahahaha..." Zuo Qinglong remained calm and continued to ask with a murderous look in his eyes:

"Are you feeling better?"

"Let me help you up..."

"snort……"

The unfortunate group of people eating melon seeds finally caught their breath and crawled up from the ground one after another.

Ma Yuan held his waist with his hands and sighed, "Eating this claw... really hurt me. My waist almost broke..."

Wang Hu smiled bitterly and continued, "Old Ma, I learned a lesson today."

"What's the reason?" Although Du Jinbao felt uncomfortable all over, he couldn't help but feel curious and asked.

Wang Hu raised his head 45 degrees to the sky and said solemnly, "The truth is: sparring is risky, and eating melons requires caution!"

Du Jinbao clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you for your advice!"

"Hahaha……"

The group of people laughed and went about their own business.

For them, the shock of Zuo Qinglong's strength was far less than that of Chen Mingzhu.

They only knew that the King class was very powerful, but they didn't know how powerful it was...

As for their president...

It's normal to get beaten if you are not as skilled as others.

Isn’t there a saying that goes: Failure is the mother of success?

Maybe if he beats him a few more times, the strength of his own president will be improved.

Judging from the results, they actually hope that the president will be beaten more times. After all, only when their president becomes stronger can he better lead them to become rich.

As for whether the president was injured...

Don't worry, we have brothers to take care of you.