Chapter 42: Demonic Cult, Yang Yutian



Arena No. 4!

The two warriors, bursting with the fourth level of innate aura, suddenly rushed towards each other!

"clang!"

The two fists collided, and a sound like metal collision exploded.

"Shit! I'm glad I didn't go up there!"

"My God, are these two guys really human?"

Listening to the occasional sound of metal clashing, the warriors who were about to go on stage felt a glimmer of hope.

Fortunately, they were not the ones who went up just now, otherwise I really don’t know how they would have been beaten!

"call!"

Wu Meng took a deep breath, glanced at Zhang San who was panting opposite him, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Although he was now suppressed to the fourth level of the innate realm, the Xuantie Gong he practiced made his body extremely powerful.

I didn’t expect that there is such a genius in this little-known Iron Fist Sect. It’s time to take it seriously!

"One strike decides the outcome, how about that?"

Wu Meng suddenly spoke, which startled Zhang San on the opposite side.

"good!"

Zhang San's face was solemn. He thought that he was born with supernatural powers and had practiced the Iron Fist Sect's skills to the extreme. He should be invincible in the same realm.

Unexpectedly, he felt deeply powerless in the first ring battle. He could clearly feel the opponent's strong physique. This guy was definitely holding back!

There was a cold light in Zhang San's eyes. He dared to show mercy on the ring. He would bite off a piece of meat even if he had to!

Wu Meng took another deep breath, and his skills began to work at high speed!

He also saw the cold light in Zhang San's eyes, and he understood what it meant, but he couldn't explain it.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to respect his opponent, but the task assigned by the Lord of the Mansion must come first.

"Hah! Iron Fist is invincible!"

Zhang San shouted loudly and punched Wu Meng with his right fist. His force was so strong that sparks even appeared on his fist!

"bring it on!"

Facing Zhang San's attack, Wu Meng also shouted loudly, and a looming black iron bell wrapped him in it.

"Bang!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by a cloud of dust, a huge bell sound erupted from the No. 4 ring!

"Fuck! Quickly use your energy to resist!"

"My goodness, is this really a battle that erupted from a fourth-level Xiantian?"

"Holy crap! Too strong!"

“Awesome!!!”

"Holy crap! Look at Arena 4! It's completely collapsed!"

The huge commotion that broke out in Arena No. 4 successfully attracted the attention of the contestants in several other arenas!

As the dust gradually dissipated, a standing figure emerged!

Taking a deep breath, the referee of Ring No. 4 took a look at the collapsed Ring No. 4 and announced the result of the match!

"Let us congratulate contestant No. 501 for successfully securing a spot in the next round!"

Wu Meng silently took the token from the referee's hand and walked towards Zhang San, who was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown!

......

On Arena No. 7, Zhang Liao's figure was as fast as lightning, moving quickly around the arena.

“Bang!”

Before his opponent could see Zhang Liao's moves clearly, he was ruthlessly thrown under the ring!

This guy is so fast!

Looking at the figure moving very quickly on the ring, the contestants below the ring suddenly became more vigilant.

On the No. 3 ring, Leng Ningshuang also started the battle to defend the ring.

Only Mo Yan on stage No. 1 was still standing quietly among the crowd, observing the contestants who kept coming up to challenge.

As time goes by, contestants get the spots to advance one by one!

Leng Ningshuang and Zhang Liao "hardly" won ten consecutive victories and got the qualification to advance!

As for Mo Yan, when it was announced on Arena No. 1 that there were only 10 qualifying spots left, he suddenly moved while staying in the crowd.

It's time!

With light steps, Mo Yan stood silently on the stage.

When Mo Yan stepped onto the ring, the referee on ring No. 1 narrowed his eyes slightly.

What a brilliant hiding ability he has! I almost ignored his existence.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a strong man in black jumped onto the ring.

"Little guy, get down here obediently, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, hmph!"

The burly man in black twisted his neck in disdain, and bursts of crackling sounds were heard all over his body.

After taking a quick glance at the burly man in black opposite him, Mo Yan looked at the referee expressionlessly!

"The challenge begins once you step into the ring. You can start fighting at any time!"

The moment Mo Yan looked at the referee, the referee understood what Mo Yan meant.

After receiving the referee's response, Mo Yan moved his body slightly, and the whole person disappeared from the sight of the burly man in black.

"puff!"

A dagger appeared silently at the neck of the burly man in black and cut his throat without hesitation!

"you..."

The black-clothed burly man's pupils dilated, his face filled with disbelief. This guy actually dared to kill someone!!!

"Fuck! Someone's been murdered!!!"

"Referee! Referee! What are you doing? Didn't you see this guy kill someone?"

"This guy is too dangerous, he should be disqualified immediately!"

The referee of Arena No. 1 was also slightly stunned when he saw Mo Yan's action. The long-term peaceful competition had made these contestants forget the eight big words "A life and death arena, each accepts his fate" on the registration form of the Qianlong Ranking Championship!

"idiot!"

Mo Yan said something disdainfully, then stood silently on the stage, waiting for the next challenger to arrive!

"Referee! What are you doing? Take this guy down!"

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