The overall strength of the East Division is far superior to that of the West Division, this is something that everyone can see, but not many people expected that the West Division would be defeated so miserably right from the start. They sent out four people in a row, and all were defeated, while the other side only sent out one, Prince Zihuan, who was still standing in the arena. Although he was sweating profusely and gasping for breath, other than that, his armor was only damaged in a few places, and there was not even a trace of blood on his body.
Obviously, the four consecutive wins were not that difficult at all!
Among the entire East Seat, there are Chiyang Yanwu, Bai Jie, and Lin Hanchuan, whose strength is not weaker than that of Zihuan County Prince, as well as Helian Ba, who is stronger than him, Huiye County Prince, who is ranked third among the Seven Illusionary Demons, and Yuanque County Prince, who is ranked second... and Huiran, the leader of the Seven Illusionary Demons, whose strength has completely surpassed that of a young man and is so terrifying that it is abnormal! !
How can this confrontation continue?
Among the teachers, those who originally held the mentality of being able to lose but never retreating were also shaken at this moment, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and sadness.
"What's next? Who will fight next?"
Prince Zihuan swung his blood-red sword and shouted arrogantly at the teacher. He had defeated the number one man in the other family and three peer princes of the same generation who were at the top of their strength. He had stolen the show today.
“We’ve lost four games in a row. This is a bit miserable.” Yun Che frowned and said in a low voice.
“Mu Heng was careless and was defeated instantly. The gap between the three young princes and their opponents was too big, so defeat was inevitable. However, the mysterious power of this Prince Zihuan has been consumed by more than 60%. I hope he can win the next game.” Yun Qinghong said calmly.
“Master Yun, I will fight this match.” Yan Chengkong of the Yan family stepped forward and said. After losing four matches in a row, the fifth player would undoubtedly be under tremendous pressure, because if he lost again, it would be even more embarrassing, and it would have a great negative impact on his reputation. However, Yan Chengkong, whose profound strength was also at the third level of Tyrant Profound Realm, took the initiative to ask to fight... This made Yun Che look at him more.
The Yan family ranks last among the twelve families in terms of strength, and Yan Chengkong's strength is also at the bottom among the geniuses of the twelve families, but he always exudes a righteousness and a confidence that is inconsistent with his age.
Yun Qinghong frowned and said, “Although this Zi Huan has defeated four of us in a row, his cost is not huge… Be careful in your response.”
"Yeah." Yan Chengkong nodded vigorously, responded with a simple word, then flew up and landed on the competition venue.
"I am Yan Chengkong from the Yan family. Please give me some advice, Prince Zihuan!" Yan Chengkong did not attack immediately, but greeted him gracefully.
"Oh, it's the young master of the Yan family." Prince Zihuan had won four games in a row, and his arrogance had been magnified countless times. He glanced at Yan Chengkong and suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha! I thought a decent figure had finally come up, but I didn't expect that the young master of the Yan family was only at the third level of the Tyrant Profound Realm. Tsk tsk, your Yan family has been at the bottom of the twelve families for ten thousand years, but it doesn't seem to be too far behind the other families. How come your generation has become so miserable? It seems that your Yan family is going to be finished."
"presumptuous!!"
As soon as Prince Zihuan finished speaking, a loud shout like thunder rang out, shaking Prince Zihuan's whole body, his eyes went dark, and he almost vomited blood. The Little Demon Queen slapped the armrest of the imperial chair, her crescent-shaped eyebrows tilted, and her cold eyes shot directly at Prince Zihuan, making his whole body suddenly cold, as if frozen, and he dared not even move.
"The Yan family has protected our lineage of the Demon King for ten thousand years. They are loyal and have made numerous contributions. All previous Demon Kings have respected the Yan family and valued them highly. How dare you, a young man from the royal palace, speak so recklessly about the Yan family? Who gave you the courage?!"
Prince Zihuan was one of the Seven Sons of the Illusory Demons. Among his peers, he possessed strength that was enough to look down upon the entire Illusory Demon Realm. But how could he possibly withstand the anger and aura of the Little Demon Queen? He suddenly turned pale with fear, his body trembled, and he almost knelt down on the spot.
At the East Seat, Prince Zihuan's father, Prince Zhao, stood up in a hurry and bowed, saying, "Little Demon Queen, calm down. I just wanted to dampen the enemy's morale and made a slip of the tongue. I definitely didn't mean to disrespect the Yan family... Zihuan, why don't you quickly apologize to the Little Demon Queen and the Yan family!"
Prince Zihuan said quickly, "Zihuan said something that should not have been said. I beg the Little Demon Queen and the Yan Family to atone for my sins."
The teacher had lost four games in a row, so the Little Demon Queen was naturally not in a good mood. She snorted coldly, her anger finally subsided, but she didn't respond. She returned to the throne and looked coldly at the center of the arena.
The aura that was like a mountain pressing down on his head finally disappeared. Prince Zihuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his entire body was soaked with cold sweat.
However, Yan Chengkong obviously couldn't let it go. His face was calm, but his eyes were full of anger. He grabbed the heavy mysterious spear, pointed the tip of the spear at Zihuan's throat, and said slowly: "Based on what you just said... I bet all the glory and dignity of Yan Chengkong from the time I came to this world, today I will make you lose to my Yan Family Overlord Spear!! "
"Just you?" Prince Zihuan sneered and said in a very low voice: "Don't say that I still have at least 40% of my strength now. Even if I still have 20%, I can easily trample you under my feet! I won't say anything about your Yan family, but you, Yan Chengkong, hey, the so-called first genius of the Yan family in this lifetime, in my eyes, has always been a complete trash!"
Yan Chengkong was not angry, but sneered: "It seems that you have never fought with anyone from our Yan family. The level of profound strength of our Yan family has always been the lowest among the twelve families, but that is because our family has always been cultivating profound strength as a supplement and cultivating the spear as the main thing! The greatest pride and wealth of our Yan family is not the family profound skills, but the Overlord Spear! You will soon know the consequences of underestimating the Overlord Spear of our Yan family!! "
“The first divine spear family in the Illusory Demon Realm… is not called that for nothing!!”
Yan Chengkong's gaze became as sharp as the tip of a gun. He swung his arm and the silver heavy mysterious spear shot out like lightning. In an instant, a violent airflow was swept up, bringing with it a piercing whistling sound.
"cut!"
Facing Yan Chengkong's shot, Prince Zihuan's face was full of disdain. The Red Blood Sword surged with profound power, and slashed out with a flash of blood.
when! !
Swords and spears collided, and a deafening metallic clang sounded in the hall. Although Prince Zihuan had already consumed most of his energy, he still had a much stronger power than Yan Chengkong. Yan Chengkong's heavy profound spear was directly shaken away by his red blood knife, and slightly bent. Prince Zihuan's mouth tilted, but before he could sneer, the heavy profound spear that was clearly shaken away and even bent was like a boneless snake, suddenly attacking him at an angle that was completely unreasonable, and piercing his heart.
What! ?
Prince Zihuan was startled and quickly pulled away. He dodged extremely quickly but was still grazed by the heavy mysterious spear. He clearly felt his protective mysterious force being torn apart, making an extremely harsh "crackling" sound.
Yan Chengkong's momentum also fully erupted at this moment. The Zhongxuan Spear in his hand was like a nimble demon snake, dancing with spear shadows all over the sky, tightly covering Prince Zihuan. Every spear, whether it was a pick, a smash, a stab, or a swing... was extremely precise and directly hit Prince Zihuan's flaws and vital points.
“Excellent shooting skills!” Yun Che leaned forward and couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Yun Qinghong nodded slowly and said, "As the saying goes, one month of stick, one year of fist, and one long time of spear training, spear skills are difficult to master. If you don't work hard, even a small achievement will be difficult. As the number one spear family in the Illusory Demon Realm, the Yan family's spear tactics are unpredictable. It can be said that they interpret the power of the spear to the extreme. Once you are familiar with it, you can sweep the world and be invincible. You will never live up to the title of the number one spear. Although Yan Chengkong's profound strength is relatively weak, his Tyrant Spear Tactics are already at the top! Among the same level, it is difficult to meet an opponent. Zihuan's current state can easily defeat a Tyrant Profound Realm level 3 peak, but it is extremely difficult to defeat Yan Chengkong who is only in the Tyrant Profound Realm level 3 middle stage."
Gunshots whistled, blades pierced the ears, and Prince Zihuan continued to increase his profound strength. All the bones in his body snapped at full strength, repelling Yan Chengkong's attacks again and again... but he only repelled them. Before he could counterattack, the gun whistled again. In terms of weapon characteristics, the power and attack range of a gun are better than a blade, but its flexibility, speed, and control are inferior to a blade. However, the gun that enveloped Prince Zihuan at this time was as swift as a swift thing and as agile as a living thing, forcing him to panic several times.
One of them had the advantage in mystical strength, while the other had a spear as powerful as a dragon. The two of them, who originally had a huge gap in their realm of mystical strength, actually ended up in a stalemate on the field. The countless collisions of swords and spears stirred up long-lasting ripples in the space, and the scene of the two people fighting in the hall was always distorted. Prince Zihuan could not get rid of the shadow of Yan Chengkong's spear, and Yan Chengkong could not really hurt Prince Zihuan at all for a while.
There were also many people who used guns in the palaces of the various princes. Prince Zihuan had fought with people who used guns as weapons many times, but he had never fought with people from the Yan family. He had never expected that the Overlord Spear of the Yan family was so amazing. The Heavy Profound Spear was able to attack and defend freely in the hands of Yan Chengkong. When attacking, the spear's power was like surging wind and clouds, swallowing mountains and rivers, making his movements slow and suppressing his sword power and flames. When defending, it was like an iron chain across a river, impeccable.
The two fought for hundreds of times, but neither could defeat the other. Yan Chengkong remained calm and steady, while Prince Zihuan became increasingly impatient. Before the two fought, he had ridiculed Yan Chengkong and even the entire Yan family, and was severely reprimanded by the Little Demon Queen for this, greatly losing face. Now, after hundreds of encounters, he had not defeated the man he had despised in public, but was suppressed one after another. He was extremely frustrated and angry.
"drink!!"
Prince Zihuan gritted his teeth and suddenly let out a low roar. The light on the Red Blood Sword increased several times, and with a "swish" sound, it fiercely tore through the space... This sword was none other than the "Blood Flame Sword" that had instantly defeated Mu Hengyi before. However, due to the great depletion of his profound energy, the power of this "Blood Flame Sword" was far less than when it had defeated Mu Hengyi.
The terrifying force was coming towards him, and Yan Chengkong held his spear horizontally, blocking and defending. The power of the Blood Flame Sword had been offset by 70%. His eyes flashed with a sharp light at this time, but he did not retreat to unload the remaining 30% of the power of the Blood Flame Sword. Instead, he turned his spear and let the blood-colored blade brush against his waist. The Heavy Profound Spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and it passed through the storm of profound power brought about by the Blood Flame Sword with unstoppable force, and fiercely pierced into the shoulder of Prince Zihuan... The moment the tip of the spear touched his shoulder, all the power instantly gathered at the tip of the spear, and went straight through Prince Zihuan's protective profound power and armor.
puff!
A streak of blood spurted out from Yan Chengkong's waist, and the tip of the Chongxuan Spear pierced deeply into Prince Zihuan's shoulder and got stuck between his shoulder bones.
The sharp pain from his left shoulder, along with the feeling of humiliation, severely stimulated Prince Zihuan's ferocity. His eyes widened, radiating a crazy light: "Go...die!!"
Prince Zihuan's entire body instantly burned with blood-red flames, as if he had just walked out of a pool of blood... Seeing his action, Yan Family Patriarch Yan Zijing was horrified and shouted, "Kong'er, get out of the way!"
“Blood Hell Flame!!”
The blood-red flame suddenly exploded, and an extremely terrifying aura enveloped him. Yan Chengkong's pupils shrank, but he did not choose to abandon the spear and retreat. Instead, he gritted his teeth and poured all his profound strength into the Heavy Profound Spear... The next moment, his chest was suddenly hit by a huge hammer, and his consciousness instantly went blank.
Boom!!!
The blood flame exploded, and Yan Chengkong flew backwards far away. When he was caught by Yan Zijing in mid-air, his chest was already a bloody mess. However, it was not only Yan Chengkong who flew backwards in the blood flame, but also Prince Zihuan. At the moment when the blood flame exploded, the heavy mysterious spear with Yan Chengkong's last strength went straight through Prince Zihuan's shoulder, and stabbed a real transparent hole in his body. The remaining force pushed Prince Zihuan high up, and he fell into the East Seat with blood... The heavy mysterious spear also pierced into the East Seat's seat fiercely, without a trace of blood on it.
"Chengkong!"
"Zi Huan!"
Both sides were shocked. No one expected that the two people who were in a stalemate would end up with such a tragic result in an instant. In order to blast out the blood flame, Prince Zihuan had already exhausted all his profound strength. His body was pierced by the heavy profound spear. A transparent hole was left in his body. It was impossible for him to fight again. Yan Chengkong was not much better than him. His flesh and blood were rotten and his internal organs were dislocated. If his will was not strong enough, he would have fainted by now. But it was impossible for him to continue fighting.
In this battle, Yan Chengkong and Prince Zihuan died together.
"Brothers all over the world, thank you for your help!" Facing the seriously injured Yan Chengkong, Yan Zijing remained calm.
"Don't worry, with us here, your young master will be fine." The two elders of the Tianxia family nodded, and they stretched out their hands, and the green light enveloped Yan Chengkong's wound.
Under the natural healing power of the elves, Yan Chengkong's injuries, although severe, soon stabilized. He took a deep breath and said guiltily, "Dad, my cultivation is still too shallow... I'm sorry to disappoint you..."
"Don't blame yourself." Yan Zijing comforted him, "After all, Zihuan ranks fourth among the seven sons of the Illusory Demon. The gap between you and him is huge. I am very pleased to have such a result. Calm down immediately and stop talking."
Finally, they defeated Prince Zihuan, but the faces of the teachers did not relax at all, because they spent a full five people to defeat Prince Zihuan.
"Alas, the gap in strength between the two sides is really too big." Everyone in the hall sighed.
"Yeah. I don't know why the Yun family wants to take it on... Although it's better to lose the game than to lose momentum, with such a tragic defeat, how can there be any momentum at all?"
"There is also the Su family over there. I heard that Su Zhizhan from the Su family is one of the best among the younger generation of the twelve families. He should be able to make up for some of the disadvantages."
"Come on, Helian Ba of the Helian family, Prince Huiye and Prince Yuanque, who are ranked second and third among the Seven Sons of the Phantom Demon, are no weaker than Su Zhizhan. And Prince Huiran, who is ranked first... his strength is enough to defeat the twelve opponents alone, and it is not an exaggeration at all!" A person from the Demon King City shook his head.
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