C21

Fatty Li was not that tall, but he was still very fat. He only had a bit more strength, his cultivation was not even as good as Li Haoran's, and he usually only had a draw.

However, Li Haoran was severely injured and had not fully recovered yet. He was still scared and immediately hugged him, stopping him: "Cousin brother, you are not his match. Don't act recklessly. "Wait until my brother wins this match, and then we can take care of him during lunch and rest."

Fatty Li looked at his companion beside him and confidently said, "What are you afraid of? Two fists can't even match four hands!"

"Yes, young master, your cousin is right." Someone immediately echoed.

These people were all seventh or eighth level martial artists, so they all remained silent after hearing Li Haoran's words. However, hearing Li Haoran's words later, it triggered their fighting spirit and caused their morale to explode. They all clenched their fists.

Pow!

Li Haoran slapped the person who spoke just now on the face, and said coldly: "You all have understood, fighting below the stage will affect my brother's performance. My brother lost, so I'm going to question you."

Li Haotian's goal for participating was to win the match with a beauty. If he lost the match because of his own reasons, he wouldn't be able to get Li Haotian's understanding even if he died to apologize. Therefore, it would be better to avoid trouble and wait for the end of Li Haotian's match.

That person obediently took a step back, afraid that Li Haoran would hit him again. He quickly distanced himself from the fire, and walked towards Ring Seven.

Everyone knew Li Haotian's goal, so they did not want to cause trouble. They all walked towards Stage Seven.

On Stage Seven, with the order of the judge, Hu Zi and Li Haotian were already in a defensive position.

Li Haoran took a few steps forward, turned his head around and fiercely glared at Feng Ji: "I'll deal with you later."

"Who's afraid of who!" "Okay," Feng Feiyun replied unhappily and also walked towards Ring Seven.

The people around them thought they were going to fight, so they all gathered around. However, when they saw that they had all left, they scattered like birds and moved towards their favorite contestant's arena.

"Little brother, you've come too."

As they passed Ring Six, a familiar voice suddenly rang in Feng Feng's ears. Feng Feng immediately stopped and turned around. It was the waiter.

The waiter walked over, and holding Feng Feiyun's hand, he said: "Stage Six is a fight between a fifth rank warrior and a fourth rank warrior. Let's watch it from here."

Needless to say, a fifth rank warrior against a fourth rank warrior is better than a second rank warrior against a first rank warrior. The crowd at the front of the ring is proof of that.

The spectators in front of Stage Six were all shoulder to shoulder, while the audience in front of Stage Seven was like a flock of sparrows. Other than Li Haotian's people, there were only a few idle spectators.

After taking a look at the ongoing competition in arena number 7, Feng Feiyun shook his head and said: "You can take a look at it on platform number 6. My brother is on platform number 7, I have to go and support him."

The waitress didn't say anything and released Feng Feiyun's hand.

The two contestants on platform six had already started their match, and cheers kept coming. However, the peak only took a glance before it started striding towards platform seven.

"Li Haotian will win!"

Li Haoran and his men were cheering for him.

Li Haotian was like a tiger with wings, his movement speed was extremely fast, and his repeated sneak attacks were successful. Hu Zi was completely stunned by his attacks. Hu Zi was big and slow, and he took a few punches from Li Haotian on his back.

It was a good thing that Hu Zi had a strong physique, so he was not injured even after being punched by Li Haotian several times. However, if he were to passively take a beating like this, Hu Zi would lose sooner or later.

However, this was the arena, he could not break the rules, so he could only shout out: "Big guy, do your best!" Do as I say! "

Hearing the sound of the mountain peak, the stunned Hu Zi immediately became spirited, as if he had been injected with a stimulant. His movement speed also became much faster.

Li Haotian had succeeded in his sneak attack several times. He thought that Li Haotian was holding on due to the heavy injuries, but he quickly realized that Li Haotian was fine. Li Haotian's heart sank, and he could no longer be proud.

His opponent's physical body was too strong, and if they continued to fight like this, he would not be able to defeat his opponent even if he was exhausted. In terms of endurance, he could not compare to Hu Zi, so Li Haotian was worried.

In a moment of desperation, Li Haotian's spirit wavered, his lower body had a defense loophole, Hu Zi kicked his lower leg, causing him to almost kneel on the ground.

Li Haotian endured the pain, staggering back a few steps, he noticed the weapon rack beside him, and steeled his heart, if he could not do anything, then he might as well use a weapon.

The rules of the competition forbid the use of magical beasts, but they didn't say that weapons were forbidden. Using a weapon wasn't a violation of the rules.

Thinking about that, Li Haotian took out a treasure sword from his weapon rack and rushed towards Hu Zi.

Hu Zi's reaction was fast, seeing Li Haotian go to pick up his treasured sword, he quickly approached the weapon rack and picked up a large blade to block.

Clang!

As the swords and sabers collided, sparks flew in all directions.

Hu Zi stood motionlessly on the spot, while Li Haotian was so shocked that his palm was numb. He staggered back a few steps, almost falling off the stage.

Once you fall off the arena, you will be deemed to have lost.

"I can't lose!"

Li Haotian looked down at the ground below the stage and roared, his face sinking. A symbol appeared between his eyebrows and a strange phenomenon happened behind him, at the same time, the sword in his hand lit up and turned into ten thousand sword beams.

"Heavens, what is this?" Immediately, someone cried out in alarm.

"You're asking me, but who should I ask?" The tall man beside the man said coldly.

The man from before turned around and stared at the tall man: "I didn't ask you."

The tall one glared back, at the same time raising his clenched fist, coldly warning: "If you continue to jabber on and on, I'll beat you to death!"

The man stopped talking as he saw that the tall man was a head taller than him and his fist was a size bigger than his.

"This is a type of spell called 'Ten Thousand Arrows Through the Heart', it is the highest realm of the path of the sword. It's just that his cultivation is too low and he is unable to display its true power. What a pity, such a pity …" A middle-aged man with a broadsword on his back exclaimed.

"Senior, why would you say it's a pity?" The middle-aged man's words aroused the peak of curiosity and couldn't help but ask.

The middle-aged man had long since noticed the peak and immediately saw through his cultivation. This cultivation was too ordinary and didn't attract his attention.

He couldn't help but take a few more glances, but he discovered that there was a faint purple color on Feng Feiyun's body. It was just that this purple color flashed past his eyes, making him feel that it was just an illusion, and it still didn't pique his interest.

However, he still replied to Feng Ji: "This is a self-mutilation method. It's burning one's blood soul in exchange for its terrifying lethality. Under normal circumstances, only those who had entered the Martial Master realm would be able to use magic techniques. "If someone below the Martial Master realm were to use a magic technique, it would bring about a serious side effect and affect their future cultivation of the heart of martial arts.

"Sigh, once a cultivator has a problem with their dao heart, it is very difficult for them to achieve anything. What a pity for such good seedlings."