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Huang Dong kneeled on the ground, screaming in pain, his mind was still a mess, didn't he have the upper hand and wanted to show his sincerity?

Why did it suddenly become like this?

He forcefully shook his head, wanting to verify if it was a dream. However, the pain from his hand caused his last sliver of hope to be shattered.

"Where did your arrogance go? We said that we were going to beat someone up. This is only the first dish. The customer will return with satisfaction this time."

Luo Hao smiled at Huang Dong, looking extremely fierce.

Huang Dong's heart actually went cold as boundless fear flooded his heart. His face was filled with fear, and beads of perspiration the size of beans flowed down his forehead. His body constantly trembled.

"It's too late to be afraid now."

Luo Hao's eyes revealed a sharp look, he suddenly picked up Huang Dong's body and as if he was playing with a piece of straw, he threw him down onto the hard platform, raised it, and then smashed it again.

Pa, pa!

A series of popping sounds came from all over the stage, causing dust and dust to fly everywhere, and shattered rocks to fly everywhere. Miserable miserable shrieks came out of Huang Dong's mouth nonstop, the sounds soaring to the clouds, his voice was so miserable that even the clouds in the sky did not dare stop, and they quickly flew past.

"Ah, Luo Hao, quickly put me down. The Huang Family will never let you go."

At this time, Huang Dong did not forget to use the Huang Family to threaten Luo Hao.

The strength in Luo Hao's hands increased.

Cracks began to appear on the hard rock.

"Ah, my nose."

Huang Dong screamed out.

When the people below the stage heard Huang Dong's inhuman screams, their hair stood on end. Every time Luo Hao smashed down a little, everyone's heart would pound violently, their bodies would turn cold, as though they were the ones being swung.

Some of them were timid and did not dare to look straight at him. They turned their heads to the side and some of them even covered their ears.

"Ah, my head."

Huang Dong said again, but his voice was extremely low, and at the end, the people below the stage were only able to hear a barely audible hmm hmm sound.

However, Luo Hao's hand speed had become even faster, and his strength had increased, causing the stage to shake and shake, as though it was possible for it to collapse, scaring all the spectators below the stage to the point that they had retreated far, far away.

Wang Chong was mixed into the crowd, his face pale, his forehead covered with beads of sweat, his fists clenched tightly, his calves trembling non-stop, praying in his heart, next round do not meet Luo Hao, do not meet him, Luo Hao is simply a demon incarnate, no, even more terrifying than demons.

After a few minutes, Luo Hao stopped, casually threw the Huang Dong in his hand, and landed on the stage with a thud. Then, he stretched his hands over his head and twisted his waist, "It's so boring, it's only been a short while, and I'm already like a dead pig. I can't even sweat if I want to."

Everyone below the stage was speechless, it was too extravagant to use a ninth stage soul nourishing stage warrior to smash and warm up. Not mentioning that no one would come after him in the Sky Fire City, an unprecedented person would definitely be considered to be above average.

Then looking at Huang Dong who was on the stage, there was the appearance of a person, his face was badly mutilated with bruises all over. Even his eyebrows had been smashed countless of times, leaving only two or three that could fall off at any time.

The underpants that covered the lower half of his body were also in tatters, and the ugly shape of that thing could be vaguely seen. The female martial artists below the stage kept screaming in fear, using their hands to feel their eyes and secretly peeking through the gaps of their fingers to see what the legendary evil root looked like.

"Pa!" Luo Hao raised his leg and casually kicked Huang Dong off the stage.

Huang Dong, who had already fainted before, suddenly opened his eyes from the air. His eyes were exposed, turning into fish eyes, and from his mouth came a creepy and inhumane scream. Then he landed on the hard street with a thud, his head powerlessly tilted to the side, blood flowing out of his mouth.

At this point, the seemingly unequal battle had ended, causing the spectators below the stage to feel bored. On the other hand, Luo Hao's demonic image that was smashing Huang Dong down onto the stage was deeply engraved in their hearts.

The eighth stage against the ninth stage was a complete victory, thus Luo Hao began to attract the attention of people, especially the Huang and Zhu Families, as well as Lu Shifeng and his eldest grandson Lu Xing.

If Luo Hao was at least at the ninth stage of the soul nourishing stage, he could actually think of a countermeasure, but he only had the Soul Nurturing Stage Level 8 Middle Stage now, he did not even know his depth. This caused many people to have a headache, wishing they could capture Luo Hao and investigate him personally.

The battles continued. There were a total of twenty-five contestants, there would surely be one contestant who would be left empty-handed, directly advancing to the next round. Everyone hoped that the contestant would be able to make it into the next round.

After the results of the draw, the one to be promoted to the next round was the Lu family's Lu Tianlong.

Lu Chenglong was overjoyed, as if all of his good luck was on his side.

Of course, with Luo Hao's strength, he didn't need all these. He would definitely not be able to snatch away the first place in the competition.

In this round, it was unavoidable for the strong to have a strong dialogue, the Huang Clan's Huang Bei versus the Zhu Clan's Zhu Ping.

The former was at the early ninth stage of soul nourishing stage, while the latter was at the middle stage of soul nourishing stage.

Although it seemed like Huang Bei was weaker, he had defeated someone of the same cultivation level in the previous round, filling everyone with anticipation for this battle.

Huang Bei and Zhu Ping stood on opposite sides of the stage.

"Brother Huang, our families are very close, do you think we can avoid this duel?"

Zhu Ping's strength was a bit higher, and the meaning behind his words was easy to understand. For the sake of the relationship between the two families, he would not ruin the reputation of the Huang Family by helping Huang Bei. He would at most say that he was inferior to others because he knew his own reputation.

"Only after we fought did we know the result, don't you think?"

Huang Bei said nonchalantly. The relationship between the Huang and Zhu Family was only slightly better than that between the Huang and Lu Family. It was not to the extent that they would be willing to give up their spots.

The Huang Family wouldn't do it, neither would the Zhu Family.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been the scene of the disciples of the two families losing to each other in order to advance to the next round.

There was no need to say anything more. He could only see the real thing in his hands.

Zhu Ping snorted from the inside and said 'please'. He was no longer modest and with the tip of his foot touching the ground, his entire body glided towards Huang Bei. In an instant, he struck out with several palms towards Huang Bei.

A competition between two experts of the ninth stage of the soul nourishing stage was naturally not something that could be compared with the strength of eight or nine thousand kilograms. Between the two's attacks and defenses, there was a loud * Bang! *

The two of them clashed back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, forty to fifty moves had been exchanged. Huang Bei, whose cultivation realm was lower than Luo Hao, actually did not reveal any signs of defeat, shocking the spectators below, and they all thought that Luo Hao was yet again a monstrous existence.

Zhu Ping originally wanted to finish the battle in ten moves, but the more he fought, the more shocked he became. Not only was he unable to defeat Huang Bei after ten moves, but his opponent's strength had become even more powerful, forcing Zhu Bei to continuously improve his strength. After fifty moves, he had already used more than 80% of his strength, but he was still only able to tie with him.

He could not drag it out any longer. Zhu Ping shouted and the aura around his body suddenly increased. Behind him, a shadow appeared, spreading its wings and flying high in the air. It was dozens of feet wide.

Thunder Roc martial spirit!

This Martial Spirit was extremely rare and hard to find among ten thousand people. It was known for its speed and power, and even more terrifying was the power of lightning. If a person was hit by it, they would be struck like lightning and break into pieces.

As for Zhu Ping, the moment he released his Thunder Roc martial spirit, his speed instantly increased and thunderous roars came from the air. Huang Bei who was fighting him was forced back continuously, as if he was no match for him.

Zhu Batian, who was watching on the stage, nodded his head repeatedly, thinking that in a few more moves, the number one person of the Huang Family would be defeated.

Yesterday, the disciples of the Zhu and Huang Families were fighting and killing each other. In the end, the Zhu Family lost and lost the possibility to advance further.

This made Zhu Batian extremely unhappy, thinking that the Huang Family was doing this on purpose. He thought that the alliance between the Zhu and Huang Families must be carefully considered, and he also ordered the disciples of the Huang Family to not be soft-hearted when encountering people of the Huang Family.

Huang Xingye's expression was relaxed as he sipped his tea, his fingers lightly tapped on the stone table. Of course, he knew that the seemingly invincible situation of Huang Bei on the stage would soon be reversed, and when that happened, the aggressive Zhu Ping would be eliminated from the stage.

As the warriors below the arena were getting closer, they were able to clearly see the situation on both sides. One side was getting more and more overbearing, causing the air above and below to tremble. The other side was being completely suppressed, retreating, struggling, and losing in just a few moves.

Huang Xing, who had been dodging continuously, saw the complacency in Zhu Bei's eyes, and snorted from the inside. With a thought, the aura on his body suddenly changed, and it rapidly rose. In just a few breaths, it was actually comparable to Zhu Bei's pressure, and his cultivation directly went from the early Ninth Layer to the middle stage.

Mid Ninth Layer!

Everyone below the stage was greatly taken aback, their expressions sluggish.

Zhu Batian, who was on the high platform, was startled as well. He immediately understood that Huang Bei was actually hiding his cultivation level, and his purpose was naturally to not attract attention.

Damn Huang Xingye, you actually tricked him, Zhu Batian, there's no need to sign that dogshit alliance anymore.

Zhu Batian was furious, he pushed his hand forward, and with a 'pa' sound, he crushed the glass he had just picked up into pieces.

Just like Zhu Batian had guessed, Huang Bei's sudden increase in strength caused Zhu Ping to be startled, the attack in his hand halted, but it was caught by Huang Bei's sensitive eyes, where he would give up the opportunity and suddenly increase his strength to attack his opponent.

No matter how hard Zhu Bei tried, it was already difficult for him to turn the situation around. He repeatedly roared and used all his strength, but he could only continuously retreat.

The Huang Family's Huang Bei was indeed not simple. Seated on the stage, Lu Shifeng thought proudly.