Chapter 103 Ten Consecutive Victories

Now, Lu Ming's cultivation has reached the early stage of the eightfold division of martial arts, and with the strength of the The True Formula of the War Dragon, he has surpassed the ninth peak of martial arts in the aspect of true qi cultivation.

Lu Ming's body, on the other hand, reached the second grade of xiaocheng, and He Tie, the first grade of perfection.

On both sides, Lu Ming surpassed He Tie, so Lu Ming could easily suppress He Tie without using all his strength.

"He Tie, with your strength, you have the nerve to call yourself a strong man? As I said, you are no different from Jiang Hao."

Lu Ming's voice sounded, making He Tie roar even more, desperately roaring towards the landing.

"I'm not playing with you anymore. It's almost over."

Lu Ming spoke softly and then increased his strength.

Boom! Boom!

Lu Ming continued to use the Flaming Dragon Fist, his fist, there is a red ball of true gas wrapped around, each punch out, there is a faint sound of the Long Yin.

He Tie could not resist and kept retreating.

After more than ten punches, He Tie's throat was sweet and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Why would he lose!

The crowd watched the scene in silence. They knew that He Tie had lost and could not recover.

Touch! Touch!

After a few more punches, He Tie shivered and blood began to spill out of the air.

At this moment, he really wanted to admit defeat directly, but when he remembered what he had just said, the word' admit defeat' was stifled.

Lu Ming sneered and added another force.

Scratch!

He tieshou heard the sound of a broken bone coming out of his arm and his body retreated. Lu Ming rushed up and punched He Tie in the stomach.

He Tie screamed, his strong body flying more than ten meters, fell heavily on the stage, causing the stage to give a violent vibration.

Lu Ming stepped out step by step, came to He Tie's side, looked down at He Tie, smiled and said, "You just said that you want to break my bones?"

"No... No, there's no rules. I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

He tie looked at lu ming's cold eyes, and his heart was cold. He was so shocked that he could not help but shout, "Admit defeat."

He knew that if he didn't admit defeat, Lu Ming would really break his bones.

"Oh? Admit defeat? Then get off the stage. You said it yourself. If you break the contract, I don't mind breaking it."

Lu Ming sneered.

He Tie looked terrible. He did say before that if he admitted defeat, he would roll off the stage.

But at that time, he thought he was going to win and never thought he would lose, so he said that.

Now that he really lost, in front of so many people, telling him to get off the stage, how could he do it?

But if he didn't, Lu Ming could use that as an excuse to continue attacking him.

"Lu Ming, don't go too far. You'd better stay on the line."

On the stand, Yao Tianyu stood up and said coldly.

"Stay on the line? Yao Tianyu, why didn't you stay on the line before? Now that your man is lying under my feet like a dog, I stand up and say, stay on the line. What kind of bullshit are you?"

Lu Ming glanced at Yao Tianyu and yelled at him.

Yao Tianyu's face turned grim and gloomy.

"Yao Tianyu, you don't have to talk nonsense there, because it's your turn soon."

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he stopped looking at yao tianyu and continued to look at He Tie, saying, "Are you going to roll or not? If you don't roll, I will personally ask you to roll."

Then he lifted his foot and stepped on he tie's body.

In the process, the middle-aged referee did not say a word.

He had to maintain all the agreements he made on the stage.

"Wait, wait, I'm going! I'm going!"

He Tie suddenly screamed.

Instead of having his bones broken by Lu Ming, he chose to' roll' in the end.

At that moment, he rolled up on the stage in great humiliation, his movements clumsy and ridiculous, rolling dozens of times in a row, then plopped down the stage.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded. After a long pause, a burst of laughter broke out.

He Tie's face was flushed and he had no face left. He ran out of Bronze platform.

After today, He Tie will be a complete laughingstock.

In the stands, Yao Tianyu's killing intent was too strong to melt.

He Tie was his man. He Tie was a disgrace. He was also a disgrace.

"Lu Ming, Lu Ming, Lu Ming, I won't kill you, I won't be human!"

Yao Tianyu roared in his heart, the killing intent was incomparable.

At this moment, the referee announced that lu mingsheng.

Nine wins in a row. Lu Ming had already reached nine in a row, only one step away from ten in a row.

Countless people were looking forward to it.

In the history of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, there were not many people who could make the bronze list in their first year of entry.

In the last ten years, there was only one person.

That was one of the golden disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and the number one master of all the students of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Fengwuji, who was known as one of the six heroes of the scorching sun.

Fengwuji was a real genius.

Lu Ming, can you reach it?

"The next round, Lu Ming against the nine consecutive winners, the nine consecutive winners, who is going to fight?"

The middle-aged referee announced.

After a while, no one spoke.

Nine consecutive victories, ten consecutive victories, only one game away, of course, we have to be careful and cautious, otherwise, once we lose, all our previous efforts will be wasted.

And the strength that Lu Ming showed was unfathomable. Those disciples who had won nine times in a row were not sure and would not play easily.

After waiting for a long time, no one came forward. The referee said, "Well, since no one came up on their own, I will draw the lot. Whoever gets the lot, they must come up."

This was also one of the rules of Bronze platform. It was mandatory to fight. Otherwise, some people were stronger and no one dared to fight with them. Wouldn't this person be able to attack the bronze list?

After the referee finished speaking, someone immediately went on stage and handed him a box.

Inside the box, there were the names of all the nine winning disciples present.

The referee fumbled around casually. After a while, he took out a bamboo stick with a name written on it.

"Wu hao, go up and fight."

The referee's voice spread throughout the room.

In the western grandstand, a young man stood up with a look of helplessness on his face.

Since he was drawn, there was only one battle.

Wu hao leaped up onto the stage.

"Brother lu, please!"

Wu hao cupped his fists and his face was extremely solemn.

Lu ming could easily suppress He Tie, making him feel a lot of pressure.

"Please!" Lu ming said.

When the referee announced the start, the two fought together.

Wu hao had the ability to win nine consecutive victories.

He was a master of martial arts, a master of swordsmanship, all of which were top yellow, and he had already cultivated to the sixth level, so his talent was not too low.

Unfortunately, he met Lu Ming and was destined to lose.

Lu Ming did not exert his full strength. He used his giant sword to display the Flowing Light Swordsmanship and fought with wu hao for dozens of moves before defeating wu hao.

Ten consecutive victories, after defeating wu hao, meant ten consecutive victories.

Ten consecutive wins meant that he was on the bronze list.

The crowd was boiling.

(The end of this chapter)