“Wen Ji, you go ahead!” Yun Qinghong spoke after a brief silence.
“Ah… me?” Behind Yun Qinghong, a young-looking man dressed in royal attire pointed at him, a look of confusion and panic on his face.
Wen Ji is the son of King Xu, and his talent and strength are extraordinary. However, at the age of 29, with a profound strength of the second level of the Tyrant Profound Realm, he can only be ranked last among the top young generation in the entire Illusory Demon Realm... Even among the West Seat, whose strength is far weaker than that of the East Seat, he is still at the bottom.
In the first round, Mu Hengyi was already badly defeated by Zihuan. In the second round, he should have someone who could rival the Duke of Zihuan. Even if he couldn't win, he should at least save some face after the defeat. If he went up against an opponent that even Mu Hengyi was defeated in seconds, he would only lose more miserably.
“Yes, Wen Ji, you will be the second to appear.” Yun Qinghong faced him and said with a frown, “The opponent on the other side is indeed difficult for you to defeat, but as the king of the Illusionary Demon Clan, even if you lose the game, you can only lose your momentum. You can’t lose your momentum before you lose the game.”
Wen Ji gritted his teeth and quickly calmed down: "Okay!"
"Although there is a gap of three minor realms between you and Zi Huan, you are both Overlords after all. Even if he defeats you, it will definitely consume a lot of energy. Your goal is to consume as much of his profound energy as possible... Remember, 30% offense and 70% defense. When attacking, only attack the vital parts that are fatal. Also, no matter what he says, you must remain calm! If you can do the above, you have already won this match."
"I remember!" Wen Ji nodded vigorously, then flew up and landed on the field.
"Wenji, Prince Xu's Mansion, please teach me."
"Oh, it's Brother Wenji." Prince Zihuan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It seems that you really can't find any decent people over there. You even sent you up. I feel sorry for you."
Wenji: "..."
Prince Zihuan stretched out his finger towards him and hooked it with great contempt: "Come on, attack as much as you want. If I can't defeat a rookie like you within ten moves, I won't have the face to continue to stay in this Monster King City."
The people of the Illusionary Demon Clan were all superior to others, so how could they be insulted by such words? Wen Ji clenched his fists tightly, his heart was furious, but Yun Qinghong's warning quickly flashed through his mind. He took a short breath to calm himself down quickly, and then without saying anything, he stepped on the ground with his legs, holding a golden spear in his hand, and a golden phantom flashed out, piercing the chest of Prince Zihuan. At the same time, his domain was also fully opened.
"Burning Flame Field!!"
The red flame condensed on the golden spear tip, and the huge domain force was like a tsunami that suddenly erupted, amplifying the power of the spear and impacting Prince Zihuan's whole body... The red fire is only a low-level form of ordinary black fire, but the red flame used by the people of the Illusion Demon King's family is a low-level Golden Crow flame, which is far more powerful than the dark purple black flame.
"Look at me chop your broken gun into pieces!"
Prince Zihuan roared arrogantly and swung the Red Blood Sword. In an instant, seven blood-red sword beams were slashed out. The extremely sharp sword beams carried scorching flames, which easily tore apart Wen Ji's territory. The sound of the sword slashing the air was like a knife scratching glass, extremely harsh.
The golden spear that was piercing Zihuan suddenly slowed down at this moment, and the figure shook violently and shifted in an instant. Four blood blades of Prince Zihuan suddenly hit the air, and three of them collided with Wen Ji's spear. Amid a chaotic and sharp shattering sound, the three blades were completely blocked, and Wen Ji was also knocked ten steps away by the remaining force.
"Hmm?" Zihuan frowned, sneered, and his body was as swift as a shadow, and his sword was as fast as a dragon. In an instant, he chopped in front of Wen Ji.
"True Flame Shield!!"
BANG!!
The Red Blood Knife slashed at the vortex of fire that instantly formed in front of Wen Ji, but after only a moment of stalemate, the vortex of fire was torn apart, and two flashes of blood appeared again. The vortex of fire completely disappeared, and the Red Blood Knife went straight in, and with a loud "clang", it slashed at Wen Ji's golden spear.
With a loud bang, Wen Ji leaned back and forth, blood splattered from the corner of his mouth, but he held on tightly and did not retreat. The golden spear that was infused with all his strength was penetrated half an inch by the Red Blood Knife, but it was still a long way from being cut off.
Zihuan had previously shouted arrogantly that he would chop Wen Ji's gun into pieces, but after five slashes, Wen Ji held on firmly... He seemed to be attacking with all his might, but he suddenly changed his position to avoid the attack, and then switched from offense to defense as quickly as possible. Although he was injured, he did not retreat a single step.
Zi Huan narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Boy, get out of here!"
A flash of fire suddenly appeared on the red blood knife, and a huge force burst out. Zihuan had used all his strength in this sword. Wen Ji's face turned pale and his body retreated violently, but Zihuan's sword light was like a leech, following closely, and three streaks of blood light were dazzling.
Ding! Ding! Chi!
When he endured the second blow, the golden spear finally flew out of his hand. The third blow cut into Wen Ji's chest, slicing through his protective mystical energy and then his protective armor… But under the resistance of the mystical energy and the armor, the Scarlet Blood Knife had no more power left. Wen Ji flew out horizontally, but landed steadily on the ground. After the broken armor, there was only a thin red mark with blood beads on his chest.
Wen Ji waved his hand and the golden spear was sucked back into his hand. He wiped the blood from his mouth and laughed: "It's already eight moves."
Although he was badly beaten and could only defend himself without any power to fight back, he still managed to withstand the attack from Zihuan, whose profound strength was three small realms higher than his own... Especially the three sword strikes just now, which were attacks made by Zihuan with all his strength.
Zihuan himself shouted in public that he would make Wen Ji fall down within ten moves. If he could not win in ten moves, it would undoubtedly be like peeling off his own face.
“This bastard…” Prince Zihuan gritted his teeth secretly, but his face showed contempt: “I was just showing mercy just now, I didn’t want you to lose too badly, do you really think you are worthy of jumping around under my blood-red sword for so long!”
Prince Zihuan's eyes widened, and he suddenly roared. Blood flashed on the blade, and in an instant, Wen Ji's already shaky territory was torn in half.
The profound skill that Zi Huan practiced was the Blood Flame Blade, and the weapon he used was the blood-red Red Blood Blade. Moreover, the light of his blade was all blood-colored, and even the flames he released were like blood flames. Under his sudden burst of profound power, the space within thirty feet around him was turbulent with circles of blood-colored ripples, and the entire competition venue seemed to be covered with a faint layer of blood.
Wen Ji, who was closest to Li Zihuan, suddenly changed his expression as if facing a formidable enemy. He gritted his teeth and held the golden spear in front of him.
Prince Zihuan held the Red Blood Knife horizontally and made a deep sound... The momentum of this knife was enough to show its amazing power, but it was also accompanied by a considerable consumption. But if he wanted to defeat Wen Ji within two knives, how could he not pay a price... He had said the big words, and he would defeat Wen Ji with this knife no matter what.
“Nether Flame Blade!!”
Prince Zihuan let out a low roar, and slashed out with the Red Blood Sword. In an instant, the sword's light raged wildly, as if it had completely enveloped the entire world, leaving it at its mercy.
Facing the overwhelming sword light and blood flames, Wen Ji's face became extremely solemn. He roared and retreated at the fastest speed. At the same time, all the mysterious power in his body was condensed into the golden spear. The spear body rotated and rolled up a huge flame barrier.
BANG!!
It was like a blood lotus blooming in the sky. Under the blood lotus, the red blood knife and the golden spear collided fiercely. The power of the two overlords burst out violently, spreading a curtain of fire dozens of feet long and wide in the Demon King's Palace.
Wen Ji's flame field completely collapsed. In the flame curtain, he and his golden spear flew out and fell heavily to the ground. After dozens of tumbling, he stood up straight. His arms were bleeding profusely and he was outside the arena.
"Wen Ji, you lost, retreat." The little demon said expressionlessly.
As soon as the Little Demon Queen finished speaking, the people from Prince Xu's Palace flew to Wen Ji's side and brought him back to his seat. They praised him excitedly, "You actually forced Prince Zihuan to use the Dark Flame Blade... Well done, little prince."
"Hey..." Wen Ji laughed, then closed his eyes and fainted.
"This kid has wasted so much of my energy." When the Blood Dark Knife came out, Prince Zihuan began to have a slight breathlessness. He could not blame anyone else, he could only blame himself for bragging too much. At this moment, a sharp sword wind suddenly came from the sky.
"Xi Wangfu Zifeng, please teach me!!"
Prince Zihuan was about to respond, but the opponent didn't give him a chance to speak. He attacked with Fiery Fire and Sword Shadow. Zihuan had just used a big move, and his profound strength was temporarily deficient. Under the opponent's rapid attack, he retreated dozens of steps in a panic. But he was the fourth of the Seven Sons of Illusionary Demons after all, and the opponent's profound strength was only at the third level of Tyrant Profound Realm. He quickly surged with profound strength, and the blood-red knife shone with blood: "A scum like you wants to defeat this king? Dream on!!"
Bang bang bang bang bang! !
Five consecutive strikes created a large wave of blood and fire. Zi Huan was almost forced to the edge of the arena. He held his sword horizontally and faced Zi Huan's sword without fear. After twenty encounters, he was still blasted away dozens of feet by Zi Huan's sword and spit out three blood arrows. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out another sword, roared, and stabbed Zi Huan. The whistling sound of the sword shook the entire Demon King's Hall.
"The rainbow cracks!!"
Just like a meteor streaking across the sky above the hall, even the people in the farthest corner of the hall could feel the terrifying sword intent. Facing Zi Feng's sword, Prince Zi Huan shouted arrogantly, not dodging or evading, but confronting it head-on...
"Ghost Flame Blade!!"
The blood light and the sword shadows collided chaotically, and then the blood light flashed, passed through the heavy sword shadows, and cut across Zifeng's body.
Zi Guang groaned, the sword flew out of his hand, and the whole person flew backwards and crashed into the seat two hundred feet away.
“Even if Zi Feng loses, Zi Huan still wins!” The Little Demon Queen frowned.
Zihuan's strength was only in the middle of the East Seat, but when he fought three people in the West Seat, they were all defeated! The faces of the people in the East Seat were getting uglier and uglier. At this time, another person in the palace rose into the air, and a ball of flames blasted towards Zihuan.
"Chengyang from Prince Gu's Mansion, take this!!"
The fourth teacher entered the room, and with a shout, he directly attacked Prince Zihuan.
The flames collided, the mysterious force roared, and flames in the center of the hall kept exploding and roaring. The two fought fiercely for dozens of times. With the explosion of a ball of blood and flame, Chengyang was seriously injured and unconscious on the spot.
The fourth teacher...lost again!!
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