With the previous lesson, Meng Bopeng no longer dared to despise Lin Yiran. In the next dozen rounds, he shot more and more fiercely, not giving Lin Yiran a chance to breathe.

And Lin Yiran could only do his best to cast a shapeshift, struggling to dodge Meng Bopeng's attack. At this moment, he finally realized the gap between the two levels, under this absolute level suppression, let alone confronting the opponent head-on, even dodging was very reluctant.

If it weren't for the fact that his inner world could provide him with sufficient aura, he would have already fallen in Meng Bopeng's raindrop-like offensive.

Lin Yiran knew that it was impossible to completely dodge Meng Bopeng's attack, but he had been trying his best to avoid being injured at his vital point, so he looked like he was injured all over his body, but the injuries were not very serious.

However, these injuries are very shocking to outsiders. Seeing that there were more and more scars on Lin Yiran's body, Li Yuhan's fists were clenched tighter and tighter, so that in the end, the nails were embedded in the palms of his hands.

And when Lan Yangshu saw this tragic scene, he covered his eyes with his hands, and didn't dare to look at the battle situation in the ring anymore, he was different from Li Yuhan, he knew the importance of this competition to Lin Yiran, so even if Lin Yiran lost his life in this competition, he would not go on stage to stop Lin Yiran. Because he is also a man, he knows that even if he loses his life for his dream, it is also a man's pride.

Since Meng Bopeng performed the secret method of improving spiritual power, it has been almost a stick of incense now, Lin Yiran's white robe is tattered, and his whole body has been stained red with blood, making people unable to tell where he was injured and where he is intact, even he himself can only feel the hot pain all over his body, and he can't tell where he is injured and where he is not injured.

However, what he could be sure of was that he still had a chance to win now, because he had already found that Meng Bopeng's offensive was slowly weakening, and he didn't know if it was because of too much spiritual energy consumption, or if the duration of the secret method was about to end.

Meng Bopeng looked at Lin Yiran, who was covered in blood, and still didn't dare to relax for half a point, because the other party's performance was too unexpected for him, originally he thought that with all his strength, he should be able to defeat the other party soon, but a stick of incense was almost over, but the other party still had the strength to dodge his own attack, on the other hand, not only was the secret method he cast about to fail, but the aura was about to be exhausted.

Because although this secret method can improve his spiritual power, every move and style will consume more of his spiritual energy, and his spiritual energy stock cannot support him to perform the exercises for a long time.

Thinking that it was very likely that Lin Yiran would not be able to be knocked down if he continued like this, Meng Bopeng gritted his teeth, and in the gap created after an attack, he poured all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into his palms and rushed towards Lin Yiran from the front.

Meng Bopeng found that he had been trying to find a way to launch an offensive from Lin Yiran's flank and rear, which had made Lin Yiran wary of attacks from these directions, and this time, he decided to use all his strength to launch a frontal attack on Lin Yiran.

He felt that Lin Yiran would definitely not expect him to attack from the front, so that the other party could only hurriedly take over his palm, and with his spiritual power two levels higher than the other party, even if he couldn't seriously injure the other party, he could at least defeat the other party.

At this moment, Meng Bopeng is no longer thinking about face, but about winning or losing. After all, Lin Yiran's strength was much stronger than he imagined.

However, he felt that no matter how strong Lin Yiran was, if he went head-to-head with him, he would definitely not be his opponent.

Lin Yiran looked at Meng Bopeng, who was originally attacking impenetrable, and the offensive suddenly slowed down, knowing that Meng Bopeng was going to be ruthless to himself, so he became more concentrated.

Lin Yiran also thought that Meng Bopeng would attack from his side or rear, because the opponent had indeed been attacking himself from these two directions before, and it had achieved results, and he believed that the other party would continue to use the previous method to launch this all-out attack on himself.

So he didn't dare to take it lightly, and his eyes kept staring at Meng Bopeng's figure.

At this moment, Meng Bopeng once again displayed his strange body technique, and launched an offensive against Lin Yiran with that strange sword technique.

Lin Yiran originally thought that Meng Bopeng still had some tricks to press the bottom of the box, but he found that the other party still used the same trick as before to launch an offensive against himself, and he was puzzled, but he couldn't figure out what the other party was selling, so he could only stare at the person and the sword.

Looking at Meng Bopeng, who was taking strange steps, and the flying sword that was about to attack himself in a strange arc, Lin Yiran just wanted to dodge Meng Bopeng's attack with a quick turn, and then slapped away the attacking flying sword, but found that the flying sword stopped when it was still two or three feet away from him, and Meng Bopeng quickly appeared in front of Lin Yiran along the route that the flying sword should take.

"Wraith Divine Palm!" Meng Bopeng shouted, stretched out his palms, and slapped Lin Yiran's front chest and heart!

Seeing such a situation, Lin Yiran reacted that Meng Bopeng's sword was only used to confuse himself, and the real purpose of the other party was to hurt his own vital point.

But when he reacted, Meng Bopeng's palm was only a few inches away from his heart, and he could only take the other party's palm in a hurry.

Palm-to-palm, Lin Yiran only felt the world spinning, and the internal organs were churning like mountains and seas, and then his body flew backwards, slammed into the small mound left by the previous battle, and then lay motionless on the ground.

When Meng Bopeng saw this scene, the corners of his mouth showed a contemptuous smile again, he didn't believe that Lin Yiran could still stand up after receiving his full palm. And he was relieved that he finally defeated Lin Yiran before he lost his strength.

In his heart, although Lin Yiran gave him too many surprises, the other party's spiritual realm had only reached the late stage of the suspension realm after all, so how could he be his opponent.

The audience couldn't help but shake their heads in disappointment when they saw that Lin Yiran didn't create a miracle again, and many people thought that the game was over and began to move their feet away from the scene, because they felt that there was no need to watch it anymore.

Lan Yangshu also froze in place, staring blankly at the immobile Lin Yiran, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, originally he thought that the probability of Lin Yiran defeating Meng Bopeng was very large, but he forgot that Meng Bopeng also had a secret method to improve his spiritual power, and now that Lin Yiran had fallen into such a tragic situation, he felt that he also had a certain responsibility.