Everyone on the scene was extremely shocked by this sudden scene. Only Lin Hu was overjoyed. He bowed respectfully to the old man and said:
"Welcome Lord Wu Xiong!"
After the dust settled, the old man's black clothes moved without wind, and wisps of blood mist emanated from his body, which was extremely weird!
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Wu Xiong kicked aside the thousand-pound ceiling rubble in front of him, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the black-clad ninja, and said slowly:
"You want to fight this old man?"
The man in black was shocked under his mask, completely different from the calmness he had shown in the previous rounds of fighting.
He and his master had practiced ninjutsu for over twenty years, and he considered himself a world-class expert. But when he saw the old man crush a huge rock with one step, he was surprised that Dragon Country also had such a master.
However, years of ninjutsu training had made him as hard as a rock, and he recovered from the shock in just a moment. The opponent's strong strength instead aroused the fighting spirit in his heart.
"At the foot of Aoki Mountain in Sakura Island, please fight!"
After announcing his name, he bent his body slightly, ready to leap up and deliver a fatal blow at any time.
"Make your move."
Wu Xiong's face was full of impatience, and he still stood with his hands behind his back in an arrogant posture.
Seeing that the other party did not take him seriously at all, the black-clothed ninja became furious.
Even though this old man has incredible powers, he is still one of the top five masters in Sakura Island. How could he have been looked down upon like this?
He narrowed his eyes slightly and pushed the invisibility technique he had cultivated to perfection to the extreme. The next second, he disappeared out of thin air.
Under the light, there was only Wu Xiong's shadow on the ring.
In an instant, several afterimages flashed across the ring, and the next second, eight black-clothed ninjas slashed at Wu Xiong's vital points.
"The Exploding Blood Secret Technique of the Tonin is quite interesting."
Facing the fierce attack, Wu Xiong was able to remain calm and nodded slowly as he commented.
Li Lao said seriously, "Master Hai, that black-clad ninja is fighting to the death. The ninja's blood-exploding secret technique comes at the cost of life. Regardless of whether he wins or loses this duel, he's already lost several years of his life."
Ling Hai's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Wu Xiong with fear.
The samurai sword slashing in the air caused sonic booms in the air, exploding on the ring like thunder.
Apart from the main body of the black-clothed ninja, the other seven shadow clones moved as if they were carved from the same mold, and it was impossible to tell which one was the main body.
Master Liu's eyes dimmed even more. If the black-clothed ninja used this move on him, he would probably be chopped into eight pieces without even having a chance to defend himself, with his head and body separated.
Wu Xiong, standing in the center of the ring, stood there calmly, like a puppet. When the eight katanas were half a body length away from him, he clenched his right hand and swung his sleeve violently.
The wide sleeves actually stirred up a blood mist. The black-clothed ninja, who was the last to strike, arrived first. There was deep fear in his eyes, but it was too late to stop.
The moment the blood mist touched the skin, there was a sizzling sound, and the black-clothed ninja's skin quickly rotted, and the seven shadow clones except the original body also collapsed.
The onlookers felt a chill in their hearts. The sizzling sound on the ring, like frying fat, was chilling.
Not only the skin of the black-clad ninja, but even the marble floor at the base of the ring showed severe corrosion the moment it touched the blood mist.
"What on earth is this red mist? It actually has the terrifying power to corrode everything."
"This black-clad ninja, let alone his clothes, even his arms are showing white bones. It's too creepy."
Everyone in the audience was talking about it and feeling a little nervous.
At this time, the black-clothed ninja on the ring had completely lost his fighting ability. Just when he raised his right hand with all his strength to surrender, he was slapped to the ground by Wu Xiong.
Wu Xiong was born not just to compete in the conference, he was plotting the entire four provinces of the Central Plains.
Therefore, in the first round of the competition, we must kill the chicken to scare the monkeys and intimidate all forces in the Central Plains.
Wu Xiong tapped the ground with his feet, and his figure instantly appeared three meters above the black-clothed ninja.
The black-clad ninja desperately used his arms to block in front of him, but how could he withstand Wu Xiong's fierce kick?
Wu Xiong's kick was as graceful and free as a horse stepping on a flying swallow, but it easily penetrated the black-clothed ninja's block, directly piercing his chest and nailing him to the ring.
With a loud bang.
After a burst of dust and splattered blood, half of the black-clad ninja's body was trampled into the marble floor. One could even see his weakly beating heart through the hole in his chest, as if it had been run over by a road roller.
Such a serious injury was far beyond the treatment level of modern medicine. Sure enough, the black-clothed ninja was dead in a short while.
With a wave of his sleeve and a stomp of his foot, he died on the spot!
Wu Xiong stomped his feet, and the blood on his trouser legs faded away by itself. His body was not stained with blood, and he looked like an immortal.
"So what if you're in the top five of a tiny country? If your master were in my hands, he might even be able to hold his own a few more times."
Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank and they gasped. The underground boxing arena covering thousands of square meters fell into deathly silence.
Brother Pei's face was pale and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. If he had previously thought that Longguo Kung Fu was just a trick of pretending to be supernatural, now Wu Xiong was like a god in his eyes.
"Is this... is this still a human?"
Long Yi laughed in his heart. The black man's dark face turned pale, like a faded black rag. It was really funny.
After Wu Xiong kicked the body of the black-clad ninja off the stage, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping over the big guys with a playful look.
"Next, who will challenge me?"
The big guys in the VIP seats were no longer as calm and composed as before, and they all lowered their heads like ostriches.
Wu Xiong stepped through the ceiling and descended from the air. His two killing moves had already made them fear him from the bottom of their souls. Even the top five masters of Sakura Island were not his match. If they accepted the challenge, wouldn’t it be tantamount to seeking death?
Especially Xu Li, who had slandered Wu Xiong before, wanted to crawl under the chair for fear that Wu Xiong would notice him.
"No one dares to fight?"
Wu Xiong glanced around jokingly, and finally stopped his gaze on Ling Hai who was sitting in the center of the VIP seats.
Not only him, more than a dozen big men from the four provincial capitals also looked intentionally or unintentionally at Ling Hai, the richest man in the Central Plains, Lord Shuntian Hai!
Ling Hai gripped the armchair tightly with both hands and exhaled deeply. While he enjoyed power and authority from this position, he also had some responsibilities that he could not avoid.
He whispered, "Mr. Li, thank you for your hard work."
After a wry smile on his wrinkled face, Old Li lifted his robe and bowed deeply to Ling Hai, saying in a deep voice:
"Master Hai, a man will die for his friend. You have been kind to me for so many years, now it's time to repay me.
I am already half buried in the ground, I only ask you, Master Hai, to take good care of my granddaughter."
I will spend ten thousand gold coins to reward a soldier for his death, and leave a sword to repay your kindness!
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