Previously, Zhou Botong had always wanted to step into the arena.
But each time someone beat him to it, which infuriated Zhou Botong.
Upon seeing Hua Wuque being knocked off the stage by the Green-Winged Bat King, he immediately flew onto the arena.
"hey-hey!"
After standing firmly on the arena, Zhou Botong smiled smugly and said:
"Now no one can get on stage faster than me, the old rascal, right?"
As he spoke, Zhou Botong turned his gaze and looked directly at the Green-Winged Bat King.
"Old rascal? What are you doing up here?"
Upon seeing that it was Zhou Botong stepping onto the stage, the Green-Winged Bat King asked in surprise.
In his view, he and Zhou Botong, the Old Urchin, were on the same side.
Zhou Botong jumped onto the stage at this moment, wasn't he going to fight him to the death?
"Bat King, who told you to get on stage before me?"
"Come on! Let's have a match!"
As he spoke, Zhou Botong had already assumed a starting stance.
The Green-Winged Bat King, seeing this, felt a deep sense of bitterness and helplessness.
Back at Blackwood Cliff, Zhou Botong single-handedly defeated many elders and hall masters of the Sun Moon Sect.
Not satisfied with the fight, he fought with the Ming Cult members again.
In the end, all the members of the Ming Cult, including the Green-Winged Bat King, were defeated by Zhou Botong.
Right now, Zhou Botong actually said he wanted to spar with the Green-Winged Bat King, which made the Green-Winged Bat King complain bitterly.
After all, the Green-Winged Bat King was self-aware enough to know that he couldn't defeat Zhou Botong.
After a slight pause, the Azure-Winged Bat King hurriedly said:
"Alright, alright! You should defend this arena, you old rascal."
After saying this, the Green-Winged Bat King didn't wait for Zhou Botong's response before leaping off the stage.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Botong noticed this, frowned slightly, and uttered a soft question:
"Bat King, we haven't even fought yet! Are you already leaving the arena?"
The Green-Winged Bat King rolled his eyes at Zhou Botong with disdain and didn't say a word.
He thought to himself, "Only a fool would try to outsmart Uncle Zhou."
If he were to get a beating from Zhou Botong in front of so many martial arts figures, how embarrassing would that be?
Seeing that the Green-Winged Bat King ignored him, Zhou Botong helplessly pursed his lips and then glanced at the many martial arts figures present.
"Gentlemen, is there anyone who would like to offer some advice?"
"This old rascal's hands are itching to get going; he desperately needs someone to demonstrate with him!"
At this point, Zhou Botong suddenly seemed to remember something, and his gaze fixed on Wang Yang as he added:
"Brother Wang, you shouldn't get involved in this fun."
"The old rascal knows he is no match for you."
Upon hearing what Zhou Botong said, all the martial arts practitioners present frowned, their eyes filled with strange expressions.
"What's going on?"
"What kind of tricks does this old rascal have up his sleeve?"
"Who is that man? Why is the Old Master so wary of him, even admitting that he is no match for him?"
"Why do I have a feeling they're here to cause trouble?"
"..."
Not far away, Hua Wuque had been helped up by Tie Xinlan and Xiaoyuer. His face was slightly pale, indicating that he had been injured by the Green Winged Bat King's palm strike.
"Brother Hua, are you alright?"
Tie Xinlan asked with a face full of concern.
Hua Wuque didn't reply, only maintaining a cold and stern expression.
Seeing this, Little Fish pouted helplessly and said:
"If you don't have the ability, don't try to show off! Although there are many nobodies here, the people who came with Alliance Leader Wang are all highly skilled!"
"Um?"
Upon hearing Xiaoyuer's words, Hua Wuque frowned slightly and muttered, "Alliance Leader Wang?"
Little Fish nodded and said:
"Yesterday we met the renowned Alliance Leader Wang Yang. Who told some people to act so aloof and leave without saying a word?"
Hua Wuque was taken aback, opened his mouth as if he had something to say.
But for some reason, he swallowed the words that were about to come out.
Just then, a cold snort rang out.
"snort!"
Immediately afterwards, someone in the crowd below the arena leaped and landed on the arena.
"You old rascal, Iron Palm Invincible, come and learn from your superior skills!"
Before Zhou Botong could respond, the man unleashed a powerful palm strike at him.
"oh?"
Upon seeing this, Zhou Botong became very interested. He gathered his inner strength and casually struck out with a palm.
"Bang!"
In no time, their palms clashed.
A deafening roar resounded.
"Pfft!"
The next moment, the person who attacked the arena spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out like a kite with a broken string.
"Hmm?"
Seeing this, Zhou Botong was taken aback, then said with a look of disdain:
"You have absolutely no shame!"
"With your paltry palm strength, you dare to claim to have invincible Iron Palm?"
At this point, Zhou Botong paused briefly before continuing his shouts:
"Is anyone else going up on stage?"
"What? So many martial arts practitioners, and not a single one of them is capable of fighting?"
"If that's the case, wouldn't that be far too boring!"
Upon hearing Zhou Botong's words, a bald monk coldly snorted and shouted:
"Don't be so arrogant!"
"Let this old monk come and learn from your amazing skills."
As he spoke, the bald monk landed on the arena, carrying his staff.
Zhou Botong glanced at the bald monk and said with a smile:
"Monk, can you even fight? If you can't, then don't come here and embarrass yourself!"
As soon as Zhou Botong uttered these words, the monk's anger flared up, and he roared:
"You arrogant old man! Use your cudgel!"
"boom!"
With a shout, the monk swung his staff and attacked Zhou Botong directly.
Seeing this, Zhou Botong remained completely calm and charged forward, unleashing a powerful backhand punch.
"Bang!"
The next moment, a loud punch exploded.
When they looked again, before the monk could strike Zhou Botong with his staff, he was sent flying by Zhou Botong's terrifying fist.
In a short while, the monk slammed his staff down on the ground below the arena.
"well!"
Zhou Botong glanced at the monk and scolded him:
"Are you an imposter, monk?"
"With such meager skills, you dare to participate in this martial arts tournament? Aren't you afraid of utterly disgracing your Shaolin Temple?"
Upon hearing this, the monk was overcome with rage and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhou Botong didn't care about this and continued shouting on the stage, inviting people to come up and compete with him.
Unfortunately, the many martial arts practitioners present were completely stunned after witnessing Zhou Botong's prowess.
For a time, no one dared to step into the arena to fight.
Seeing this, Zhou Botong shook his head and sighed helplessly, then said:
"No one's challenging me anymore! Is the victory of this martial arts tournament mine?"
Upon hearing Zhou Botong's words, a fierce glint flashed in Jiang Biehe's eyes.
The next moment, he lightly touched the ground with his feet and flew directly onto the arena.
"You old rascal, let me have a match with you!"
Jiang Biehe stared straight at Zhou Botong. He had planned this Huangshan Martial Arts Conference to win the position of Alliance Leader. How could he possibly give it to someone else?
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