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At the same level, martial artists that cultivated high level techniques were many times stronger than martial artists that cultivated low level techniques.
Without a doubt, Zheng Yan had encountered a situation where his cultivation technique had been suppressed.
Indeed!
Just as Su Ling was distracted by his thoughts, Zheng Yan unleashed his full strength 'Earth Splitting Palm', fiercely striking the young man's hot magma like fist.
BOOM!
Soon after, a terrifying explosion was heard.
Smoke and dust rose from every corner of the arena.
Through the smoke and dust, everyone could vaguely see a figure falling down towards the arena. The figure was rather fat, and it was none other than Fatty Zheng.
"Tsk tsk, I'll cripple you."
In the instant that Fatty Zheng was sent flying, the youth that was as agile as a skinny monkey snorted coldly. With a fierce expression, he charged towards Fatty Zheng.
"You, you …"
Fatty Zheng had yet to fall down to the arena. In other words, his battle with the young man was still continuing.
If that young man really crippled him at this moment, the only thing he could do was to be crippled for nothing, as he had no way to use the Sword King Pavilion to seek revenge on that young man.
"You damned fatty, if I have to blame you, I can only blame you for being that bastard's good friend!"
A pair of cunning eyes were filled with ruthlessness. The skinny monkey-like youth rushed to Fatty Zheng's side, his right hand curled into a fist and the profound energy within his body condensed into burning hot magma.
Looking at the fist that was hot as lava, Fatty Zheng's eyes were mournful and he felt a deep sense of despair, but he didn't show the slightest sign of weakness.
Su Ling was not a trash, and not a bastard. He was Fatty Zheng's good friend. This had never changed in Fatty Zheng's heart.
"If you have the guts, then just smash laozi to death. Otherwise, when laozi recovers, laozi will definitely kill you."
Fatty Zheng coughed out blood, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. He stared coldly at the young man before spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the young man's face.
"That damned fatty!" "Die!"
Fatty Zheng spat a mouthful of blood on his face. The young man's anger reached its peak as he punched fiercely towards Fatty Zheng's head.
But right at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the arena and directly grabbed onto Fatty Zheng's clothes, pulling him down from the arena.
"Fatty Zheng, I'm here to save you."
A familiar voice sounded in Fatty Zheng's ears.
Fatty Zheng crashed onto the ground with a "boom". The puddle of fat on his body almost fell apart.
"Fuck, laozi is still fighting, what are you doing here?"
Fatty Zheng, whose entire body was in incomparable pain, endured the pain with an ugly expression on his face. He stared at Su Ling and shouted.
"Pah!"
At this moment, Su Ling was too lazy to explain anymore. She directly slapped on Fatty Zheng's shoulder and said, "I understand."
Fatty Zheng was silent. He suddenly turned his head around, and the flesh on his face instantly shook.
Looking at Fatty Zheng's actions, Su Ling could not help but smile. He knew that Fatty Zheng was not angry, but he could not easily forgive that young man.
Immediately, Su Ling's face darkened. His eyes were as cold as ice. He stared at the skinny monkey youth and coldly said, "I admit defeat in his place."
"Hmph, who do you think you are?"
The skinny monkey-like youth coldly snorted.
"Hehe, if you are unwilling for me to give up on his behalf, then let me continue the match with you on his behalf. How about it?"
Laughing softly a few times, Su Ling could not help but furrow his brows and speak in a cold voice.
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, the skinny, monkey-like young man was startled. He immediately turned around and subconsciously looked at a remote area of the martial arts training field. His eyes flashed.
Su Ling's soul force was extremely powerful! Even though it was just a fleeting glance, he was still able to catch it. He also looked in that direction and saw Zhang Jin looking at him with a face full of smiles. Then, Zhang Jin took out the five fingers of his right hand and placed them together, making a slicing motion on his neck.
At this moment, Su Ling immediately understood that this skinny monkey-like young man in front of him was arranged by Zhang Jin, that old fart.
No wonder that young man wanted to viciously kill Fatty Zheng, he must have been ordered by Zhang Jin.
Without a doubt, the reason why Zhang Jin arranged for this young man to participate in the Sword King Pavilion's examination was because he wanted to kill Su Ling.
Thinking up to here, Su Ling couldn't help but smile. He stretched out his right hand and gave Zhang Jin a middle finger as he disdainfully said, "Old fart, I, Su Ling, will remember this grudge."
"Damn it!" Damn it! "Go, I want you to kill him for me!"
At this moment, Zhang Jin's anger had reached its peak. He glared fiercely at Su Ling as he shouted furiously.
The skinny, monkey-like young man on the arena naturally understood what Zhang Jin was talking about. He smiled, looked at Du Yanshan, and said loudly: "The battle earlier is not over, let him represent that damn fatty on the stage. How about it?"
He knew that if Su Ling hadn't saved Fatty Zheng in time, then Fatty Zheng would have already died. However, he did not stop Su Ling, which in fact already represented his attitude.
"But …"
Du Yanzhan said simply.
"Eldest Senior Brother, won't this break the rules?"
At this time, Sun Qian, who was standing next to Du Yanshan, was momentarily stunned. He hurriedly warned.
"Hur hur."
He stared at Sun Qian and said: "This time, the Sword King Pavilion came to Qingyang City only to recruit the most talented disciple. As for how this disciple was chosen, do you think that it is very important?"
After hearing Du Yanshan's explanation, Sun Qian suddenly became silent.
"There are no rules when you compete in the arena. You can only live and die."
Du Yanshan took a step forward, his half-closed eyes flashed with a cold light, and he continued: "But as long as one side leaves the arena, then the battle will have to end. However, if any competitor dares to kill someone under the Dou Martial Stage, I will definitely not let them off lightly. "
As soon as he said that, Du Yanshan's body shook, and a domineering profound energy instantly spread out from Du Yanshan in all directions.
At this moment, the atmosphere around the arena suddenly became heavy. Du Yanshan's strength was indeed incomparably formidable!
"Do you understand?"
Du Yanshan coldly said.
"Understood!"
At this moment, all the participants, including Su Ling, understood the rules of the Sword King Pavilion for the first round.
On the arena, he could kill his opponent, but as long as his opponent left the arena, it would mean that the battle had ended.
"Don't worry!" I won't give you a chance to leave the arena. Because, once you step on the arena, I will cripple both of your legs. I want you to die! "
The skinny, monkey-like young man was obviously the person whom Zhang Jin had invited to kill Su Ling. He originally thought that it would be a while before he would meet Su Ling.
But now, to his surprise, Su Ling unexpectedly did not fear death and directly went up to challenge him on behalf of Fatty Zheng.
This was simply suicidal.
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At the same level, martial artists that cultivated high level techniques were many times stronger than martial artists that cultivated low level techniques.
Without a doubt, Zheng Yan had encountered a situation where his cultivation technique had been suppressed.
Indeed!
Just as Su Ling was distracted by his thoughts, Zheng Yan unleashed his full strength 'Earth Splitting Palm', fiercely striking the young man's hot magma like fist.
BOOM!
Soon after, a terrifying explosion was heard.
Smoke and dust rose from every corner of the arena.
Through the smoke and dust, everyone could vaguely see a figure falling down towards the arena. The figure was rather fat, and it was none other than Fatty Zheng.
"Tsk tsk, I'll cripple you."
In the instant that Fatty Zheng was sent flying, the youth that was as agile as a skinny monkey snorted coldly. With a fierce expression, he charged towards Fatty Zheng.
"You, you …"
Fatty Zheng had yet to fall down to the arena. In other words, his battle with the young man was still continuing.
If that young man really crippled him at this moment, the only thing he could do was to be crippled for nothing, as he had no way to use the Sword King Pavilion to seek revenge on that young man.
"You damned fatty, if I have to blame you, I can only blame you for being that bastard's good friend!"
A pair of cunning eyes were filled with ruthlessness. The skinny monkey-like youth rushed to Fatty Zheng's side, his right hand curled into a fist and the profound energy within his body condensed into burning hot magma.
Looking at the fist that was hot as lava, Fatty Zheng's eyes were mournful and he felt a deep sense of despair, but he didn't show the slightest sign of weakness.
Su Ling was not a trash, and not a bastard. He was Fatty Zheng's good friend. This had never changed in Fatty Zheng's heart.
"If you have the guts, then just smash laozi to death. Otherwise, when laozi recovers, laozi will definitely kill you."
Fatty Zheng coughed out blood, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. He stared coldly at the young man before spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the young man's face.
"That damned fatty!" "Die!"
Fatty Zheng spat a mouthful of blood on his face. The young man's anger reached its peak as he punched fiercely towards Fatty Zheng's head.
But right at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the arena and directly grabbed onto Fatty Zheng's clothes, pulling him down from the arena.
"Fatty Zheng, I'm here to save you."
A familiar voice sounded in Fatty Zheng's ears.
Fatty Zheng crashed onto the ground with a "boom". The puddle of fat on his body almost fell apart.
"Fuck, laozi is still fighting, what are you doing here?"
Fatty Zheng, whose entire body was in incomparable pain, endured the pain with an ugly expression on his face. He stared at Su Ling and shouted.
"Pah!"
At this moment, Su Ling was too lazy to explain anymore. She directly slapped on Fatty Zheng's shoulder and said, "I understand."
Fatty Zheng was silent. He suddenly turned his head around, and the flesh on his face instantly shook.
Looking at Fatty Zheng's actions, Su Ling could not help but smile. He knew that Fatty Zheng was not angry, but he could not easily forgive that young man.
Immediately, Su Ling's face darkened. His eyes were as cold as ice. He stared at the skinny monkey youth and coldly said, "I admit defeat in his place."
"Hmph, who do you think you are?"
The skinny monkey-like youth coldly snorted.
"Hehe, if you are unwilling for me to give up on his behalf, then let me continue the match with you on his behalf. How about it?"
Laughing softly a few times, Su Ling could not help but furrow his brows and speak in a cold voice.
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, the skinny, monkey-like young man was startled. He immediately turned around and subconsciously looked at a remote area of the martial arts training field. His eyes flashed.
Su Ling's soul force was extremely powerful! Even though it was just a fleeting glance, he was still able to catch it. He also looked in that direction and saw Zhang Jin looking at him with a face full of smiles. Then, Zhang Jin took out the five fingers of his right hand and placed them together, making a slicing motion on his neck.
At this moment, Su Ling immediately understood that this skinny monkey-like young man in front of him was arranged by Zhang Jin, that old fart.
No wonder that young man wanted to viciously kill Fatty Zheng, he must have been ordered by Zhang Jin.
Without a doubt, the reason why Zhang Jin arranged for this young man to participate in the Sword King Pavilion's examination was because he wanted to kill Su Ling.
Thinking up to here, Su Ling couldn't help but smile. He stretched out his right hand and gave Zhang Jin a middle finger as he disdainfully said, "Old fart, I, Su Ling, will remember this grudge."
"Damn it!" Damn it! "Go, I want you to kill him for me!"
At this moment, Zhang Jin's anger had reached its peak. He glared fiercely at Su Ling as he shouted furiously.
The skinny, monkey-like young man on the arena naturally understood what Zhang Jin was talking about. He smiled, looked at Du Yanshan, and said loudly: "The battle earlier is not over, let him represent that damn fatty on the stage. How about it?"
He knew that if Su Ling hadn't saved Fatty Zheng in time, then Fatty Zheng would have already died. However, he did not stop Su Ling, which in fact already represented his attitude.
"But …"
Du Yanzhan said simply.
"Eldest Senior Brother, won't this break the rules?"
At this time, Sun Qian, who was standing next to Du Yanshan, was momentarily stunned. He hurriedly warned.
"Hur hur."
He stared at Sun Qian and said: "This time, the Sword King Pavilion came to Qingyang City only to recruit the most talented disciple. As for how this disciple was chosen, do you think that it is very important?"
After hearing Du Yanshan's explanation, Sun Qian suddenly became silent.
"There are no rules when you compete in the arena. You can only live and die."
Du Yanshan took a step forward, his half-closed eyes flashed with a cold light, and he continued: "But as long as one side leaves the arena, then the battle will have to end. However, if any competitor dares to kill someone under the Dou Martial Stage, I will definitely not let them off lightly. "
As soon as he said that, Du Yanshan's body shook, and a domineering profound energy instantly spread out from Du Yanshan in all directions.
At this moment, the atmosphere around the arena suddenly became heavy. Du Yanshan's strength was indeed incomparably formidable!
"Do you understand?"
Du Yanshan coldly said.
"Understood!"
At this moment, all the participants, including Su Ling, understood the rules of the Sword King Pavilion for the first round.
On the arena, he could kill his opponent, but as long as his opponent left the arena, it would mean that the battle had ended.
"Don't worry!" I won't give you a chance to leave the arena. Because, once you step on the arena, I will cripple both of your legs. I want you to die! "
The skinny, monkey-like young man was obviously the person whom Zhang Jin had invited to kill Su Ling. He originally thought that it would be a while before he would meet Su Ling.
But now, to his surprise, Su Ling unexpectedly did not fear death and directly went up to challenge him on behalf of Fatty Zheng.
This was simply suicidal.
At the same level, martial artists that cultivated high level techniques were many times stronger than martial artists that cultivated low level techniques.Without a doubt, Zheng Yan had encountered a situation where his cultivation technique had been suppressed.Indeed!Just as Su Ling was distracted by his thoughts, Zheng Yan unleashed his full strength 'Earth Splitting Palm', fiercely striking the young man's hot magma like fist.BOOM!Soon after, a terrifying explosion was heard.Smoke and dust rose from every corner of the arena.Through the smoke and dust, everyone could vaguely see a figure falling down towards the arena. The figure was rather fat, and it was none other than Fatty Zheng."Tsk tsk, I'll cripple you."In the instant that Fatty Zheng was sent flying, the youth that was as agile as a skinny monkey snorted coldly. With a fierce expression, he charged towards Fatty Zheng."You, you "Fatty Zheng had yet to fall down to the arena. In other words, his battle with the young man was still continuing.If that young man really crippled him at this moment, the only thing he could do was to be crippled for nothing, as he had no way to use the Sword King Pavilion to seek revenge on that young man."You damned fatty, if I have to blame you, I can only blame you for being that bastard's good friend!"A pair of cunning eyes were filled with ruthlessness. The skinny monkey-like youth rushed to Fatty Zheng's side, his right hand curled into a fist and the profound energy within his body condensed into burning hot magma.Looking at the fist that was hot as lava, Fatty Zheng's eyes were mournful and he felt a deep sense of despair, but he didn't show the slightest sign of weakness.Su Ling was not a trash, and not a bastard. He was Fatty Zheng's good friend. This had never changed in Fatty Zheng's heart."If you have the guts, then just smash laozi to death. Otherwise, when laozi recovers, laozi will definitely kill you."Fatty Zheng coughed out blood, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. He stared coldly at the young man before spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the young man's face."That damned fatty!" "Die!"Fatty Zheng spat a mouthful of blood on his face. The young man's anger reached its peak as he punched fiercely towards Fatty Zheng's head.But right at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the arena and directly grabbed onto Fatty Zheng's clothes, pulling him down from the arena."Fatty Zheng, I'm here to save you."A familiar voice sounded in Fatty Zheng's ears.Fatty Zheng crashed onto the ground with a "boom". The puddle of fat on his body almost fell apart."Fuck, laozi is still fighting, what are you doing here?"Fatty Zheng, whose entire body was in incomparable pain, endured the pain with an ugly expression on his face. He stared at Su Ling and shouted."Pah!"At this moment, Su Ling was too lazy to explain anymore. She directly slapped on Fatty Zheng's shoulder and said, "I understand."Fatty Zheng was silent. He suddenly turned his head around, and the flesh on his face instantly shook.Looking at Fatty Zheng's actions, Su Ling could not help but smile. He knew that Fatty Zheng was not angry, but he could not easily forgive that young man.Immediately, Su Ling's face darkened. His eyes were as cold as ice. He stared at the skinny monkey youth and coldly said, "I admit defeat in his place.""Hmph, who do you think you are?"The skinny monkey-like youth coldly snorted."Hehe, if you are unwilling for me to give up on his behalf, then let me continue the match with you on his behalf. How about it?"Laughing softly a few times, Su Ling could not help but furrow his brows and speak in a cold voice."Hmm?"Hearing this, the skinny, monkey-like young man was startled. He immediately turned around and subconsciously looked at a remote area of the martial arts training field. His eyes flashed.Su Ling's soul force was extremely powerful! Even though it was just a fleeting glance, he was still able to catch it. He also looked in that direction and saw Zhang Jin looking at him with a face full of smiles. Then, Zhang Jin took out the five fingers of his right hand and placed them together, making a slicing motion on his neck.At this moment, Su Ling immediately understood that this skinny monkey-like young man in front of him was arranged by Zhang Jin, that old fart.No wonder that young man wanted to viciously kill Fatty Zheng, he must have been ordered by Zhang Jin.Without a doubt, the reason why Zhang Jin arranged for this young man to participate in the Sword King Pavilion's examination was because he wanted to kill Su Ling.Thinking up to here, Su Ling couldn't help but smile. He stretched out his right hand and gave Zhang Jin a middle finger as he disdainfully said, "Old fart, I, Su Ling, will remember this grudge.""Damn it!" Damn it! "Go, I want you to kill him for me!"At this moment, Zhang Jin's anger had reached its peak. He glared fiercely at Su Ling as he shouted furiously.The skinny, monkey-like young man on the arena naturally understood what Zhang Jin was talking about. He smiled, looked at Du Yanshan, and said loudly: "The battle earlier is not over, let him represent that damn fatty on the stage. How about it?"He knew that if Su Ling hadn't saved Fatty Zheng in time, then Fatty Zheng would have already died. However, he did not stop Su Ling, which in fact already represented his attitude."But "Du Yanzhan said simply."Eldest Senior Brother, won't this break the rules?"At this time, Sun Qian, who was standing next to Du Yanshan, was momentarily stunned. He hurriedly warned."Hur hur."He stared at Sun Qian and said: "This time, the Sword King Pavilion came to Qingyang City only to recruit the most talented disciple. As for how this disciple was chosen, do you think that it is very important?"After hearing Du Yanshan's explanation, Sun Qian suddenly became silent."There are no rules when you compete in the arena. You can only live and die."Du Yanshan took a step forward, his half-closed eyes flashed with a cold light, and he continued: "But as long as one side leaves the arena, then the battle will have to end. However, if any competitor dares to kill someone under the Dou Martial Stage, I will definitely not let them off lightly. "As soon as he said that, Du Yanshan's body shook, and a domineering profound energy instantly spread out from Du Yanshan in all directions.At this moment, the atmosphere around the arena suddenly became heavy. Du Yanshan's strength was indeed incomparably formidable!"Do you understand?"Du Yanshan coldly said."Understood!"At this moment, all the participants, including Su Ling, understood the rules of the Sword King Pavilion for the first round.On the arena, he could kill his opponent, but as long as his opponent left the arena, it would mean that the battle had ended."Don't worry!" I won't give you a chance to leave the arena. Because, once you step on the arena, I will cripple both of your legs. I want you to die! "The skinny, monkey-like young man was obviously the person whom Zhang Jin had invited to kill Su Ling. He originally thought that it would be a while before he would meet Su Ling.But now, to his surprise, Su Ling unexpectedly did not fear death and directly went up to challenge him on behalf of Fatty Zheng.This was simply suicidal.
