In the large martial arts arena, Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou stood opposite each other.

There were many onlookers.

The monks were all very familiar with Han Zhou, but most of them were seeing Ning Zhuo for the first time.

"He is Ning Zhuo from Huoshixian City?"

"In my opinion, he is just ordinary, how can he win the favor of the young lady?!"

"Whether it is mediocre or not, we can see the clues from this battle."

A lot of scrutinizing eyes were fixed on Ning Zhuo.

Among them was Lin Shanshan who was in disguise.

Since she had promised Ning Zhuo that she would come to watch the game, she kept her word. But these days, she had also heard some annoying rumors, so this time she disguised herself a little and did not use her true face.

Lin Shanshan was inconspicuous among the crowd.

Little did they know that a pair of eyes quietly descended, overlooking the entire martial arts arena, and accurately found Lin Shanshan in the crowd.

The owner of this gaze was Lin Bufan, the leader of Wanyao Sect.

He is very busy with his daily affairs and has been very busy recently, so he would not have had the opportunity to know this gossip.

However, the people around him were trying to please him and were worried about their master. They reported to Lin Bufan while he was resting.

"Shanshan has never treated a male cultivator like this since she was a child. Who is this Ning Zhuo? Check it out for me."

After Lin Bufan gave the order, he also remembered the date when Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou fought.

At this point, he deliberately paused what he was doing and activated the magic circle. Although he was far away in the original mountain, he could still see all the battles, big and small, on Xiaozheng Peak clearly.

"He has a good-looking appearance..." Lin Bufan nodded slightly when he took the first look at Ning Zhuo.

He himself had a handsome appearance, and his simple and dignified demeanor also made him feel that the other party came from an extraordinary background, at least from a cultivation family.

Lin Bufan's first impression of Ning Zhuo was quite good.

Ning Zhuo looked at Han Zhou.

Hanzhou is thin and has a pale face.

His face was covered with traces of wind and frost, and he looked tired and exhausted, but his eyes were very calm, revealing a firm will and fearlessness of suffering.

His hair was sparse and messy, showing a grayish white color, like the remnants of melted ice and snow. It was tied behind his head casually with a simple hemp rope, messy and disorderly.

He was wearing a ragged grey robe, which was full of patches and cracks, and a pair of worn straw sandals on his feet, which made a rustling sound when he walked, and the soles had long been worn out, revealing his blue toes from the cold.

His skin was quite rough, covered with frostbite and scars, and his fingers were covered with a layer of white frost.

Generally speaking, even if a monk is not well-off, he will keep himself clean and his clothes will at least be tidy.

But Han Zhou was not like that. He seemed afraid that others didn’t know that he was born a beggar.

Ning Zhuo bowed and said, "Brother Hanzhou, I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time. In today's battle, I would like to experience your hard work and experience."

Han Zhou said in a hoarse voice: "Fellow Daoist Ning, you and I have been brought together to fight each other by fate, so let us both do our best."

Han Zhou was quite straightforward. After saying this, he took a step forward and ran towards Ning Zhuo.

He clenched his fists, and cold air spread out, forming frost flowers.

The white frost spread quickly, covering the surface of his fist.

Frost Fist! Ning Zhuo's face was full of solemnity. The moment Han Zhou started, he retreated almost at the same time.

He retreated while casting spells.

In an instant, green vines broke through the ground, as flexible as snakes, and coiled around Hanzhou.

Hanzhou suddenly accelerated, trying to bypass the vines.

Ning Zhuo expanded his spiritual sense and controlled the vines, which continued to grow and wrap around Hanzhou.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Han Zhou simply stood where he was, growling softly, and punching flying.

His fist hit the vine, freezing it instantly. The cold air spread rapidly in all directions.

Ning Zhuo had already learned the information and had found out that the cold air emitted by Hanzhou contained mysterious information. It was the bitter cold air formed by the cultivation of the Bitter Cold Sutra.

These auras are difficult to defend against and can easily penetrate into the body of a cultivator, corroding the cultivator's body and spirit.

At first, the erosion was minimal.

But as time goes by, the effects of erosion continue to accumulate and become more and more obvious.

If the cultivator does not have a good way to remove the bitter cold air, the injuries in his body will become more and more serious, and his condition will deteriorate significantly.

Many of Hanzhou’s enemies throughout history were defeated by this bitter cold.

Ning Zhuo activated the five elements magic power, which rotated for a while and purified it into fire element.

The pillar of fire was just a thin line at first, but halfway through, it had spread out and expanded like a giant python. By the time it hit Hanzhou, the pillar of fire had expanded and its shape was like the pillars of the roof of a palace.

Han Zhou stood still, without even a dodging move, allowing the flames to come down on his head and cover his entire body.

The flame burned for a moment, and then a strong bitter cold air penetrated into the fire, and the fire immediately died down.

No matter how much magic power Ning Zhuo added, he could not make the flames expand any further.

After a few breaths, only a few remnants of the flames that were originally burning on Han Zhou's body remained, attached to the ends of his hair and sleeves.

"Good fire move." Han Zhou commented indifferently and continued to rush towards Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and cast another earth magic spell.

For a moment, yellow sand was flying, covering the entire training ground.

The sand adhered to Hanzhou's body, continued to accumulate, and gradually wrapped him into a clay doll.

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Earth magic—clay sculpture!

But soon, large patches of white frost permeated the surface of the clay doll from the inside out.

The hoarfrost froze the sand into blocks, breaking down its structure and causing it to fall off completely.

Han Zhou stepped out of the clay sculpture again. His face was calm, his eyes were firm, and his expression was sad. He only said, "Good Earth Walk."

Ning Zhuo had a blank expression on his face and cast another metal magic spell.

His palm was like a knife, aiming at Han Zhou and slashing at him. His palm prints turned into golden knives in mid-air, slashing at Han Zhou.

Han Zhou took a step forward, still without dodging.

The golden sword finally made his clothes a little more torn, and wounds appeared on his body, with some blood flowing out.

"Good gold business!"

Han Zhou's expression became more and more miserable, but his aura surged to the extreme.

He was just passively taking the beating, but he gave people a very strong impression. Ning Zhuo felt it the most deeply, and there was a strong pressure in his heart, like being pressed by a huge rock.

The spectators were talking about it.

"As soon as Hanzhou came up, he showed his full fighting spirit."

"Although I am just a bystander, I can already feel his respect for Ning Zhuo from Han Zhou's attitude! It is precisely because of this respect that he went all out and used the Suffering Body as soon as the battle started."

"Ning Zhuo's magic skills are very skillful. But even Jin Xing, who is famous for his offensive skills, only caused Han Zhou some minor injuries. He is in danger!"

Lin Shanshan mingled in the crowd and heard everyone's comments, and she agreed with them in her heart.

She couldn't help but become nervous, knowing that Han Zhou's attack would be even more fierce and violent next.

This is because the "Suffering Body" is a physical technique similar to the "Vajra Body". The latter can strengthen one's own defense, while the former greatly increases one's own abilities by enduring external attacks.

As long as Hanzhou has the strength to fight, the heavier the blow he suffers, the stronger he will be.

"Master Ning Zhuo's gold magic has little effect and is unable to break the suffering body in one blow. What should I do?" Lin Shanshan was anxious.

She really hopes Ning Zhuo can win.

Not only did she have a lot of good feelings for Ning Zhuo, but she also put in a lot of effort to help Ning Zhuo train.

The more she gives, the more she sees things from Ning Zhuo's perspective.

Han Zhou stepped on the ground, causing the tiles of the martial arts arena to crack! His speed increased dramatically, and he rushed towards Ning Zhuo like a cannonball.

The distance between the two sides was shortened rapidly! Ning Zhuo raced against time, pushed forward with both palms, and cast a water magic.

Three waves appeared out of nowhere, hitting Hanzhou with tremendous force, trying to push Hanzhou back.

Han Zhou's momentum was greatly reduced in the first wave of water, but in the second wave, his strength increased to the point where he could stand still.

When the third wave came, he rushed out directly!

The more attacks he suffered, the stronger he became. Such a unique suffering body naturally had the ability to weaken the opponent's fighting will.

Han Zhou used his body as a sword to split the waves and finally arrived in front of Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with brilliance. After several days of special training, he was just about to take this opportunity to test the results of his special training through actual combat!

The two sides exchanged fists and feet and engaged in close combat.

At the beginning, the two sides were evenly matched, but soon Hanzhou took the lead.

He attacked with his fists and feet alternately, like a violent storm.

(End of this chapter)