Ring 133.

Zhao Yiming walked into the ring in advance, he closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of his opponent, and suddenly heard an uproar from under the ring, and couldn't help but open his eyes in confusion.

The next moment, Zhao Yiming's eyes froze, revealing a look of surprise.

Because he saw Yi Zhengyu, and this guy also walked into the ring where he was, is this to compete with him?

"Could it be...... Is his opponent my opponent?" Zhao Yiming felt a little incredulous.

Didn't Yi Jung-woo get injured in the second round of assessments?

That kind of injury, Zhao Yiming also witnessed with his own eyes, and it is definitely not something that can be recovered in ten days.

However, no matter how much doubt he had in his heart, at this moment, Yi Zhengyu had already come to him.

"Zhao Yiming, you didn't expect your opponent to be me, right?"

Yi Zhengyu stared at Zhao Yiming opposite, his face was full of confidence, his originally pale face became extremely ruddy at the moment, and it didn't look like he was seriously injured at all.

"Congratulations on your recovery!"

Zhao Yiming said lightly.

He doesn't care who his opponent is, because he will win in the end.

Yi Zhengyu didn't see it that way, he looked at Zhao Yiming with a sneer and said, "I underestimated you before, but in this competition, the victory will only belong to me." ”

Yi Zhengyu's words were full of confidence, he clenched his fists, his fists creaked, and the thick vitality was surging in it.

At the same time, a scorching air flow came out of Yi Zhengyu's body, like boiling water, and a powerful breath erupted from him.

Zhao Yiming's eyes froze: "Divine power physique!"

Yi Zhengyu has a divine power physique, and he naturally knows that this physique will give the owner a strong strength.

"Take my punch!"

Yi Zhengyu didn't continue to talk nonsense, he shot directly, he walked like flying, his body shot out, his fists waved, with a whistling hurricane, making a sound wave.

"Ten Streams!"

Zhao Yiming still used the Ten Dao Streams, after all, he could only defeat an opponent comparable to the consummation level of the Divine Hidden Realm by controlling the flying knife.

"Boom!"

Yi Zhengyu waved his fists, and he actually regretted Zhao Yiming's flying knife torrent, his fist gloves were obviously extraordinary, and with the blessing of his divine power, he actually blocked Zhao Yiming's ten stream attack torrent.

"Zhao Yiming, do you only have this strength?"

Yi Zhengyu blocked the attack of the torrent of flying knives, the confidence on his face became stronger and stronger, he glanced at Zhao Yiming contemptuously, and then slammed his fist to the ground.

"Ground-level martial arts, earth-splitting spear!"

As Yi Zhengyu shouted, the entire ring trembled, and then huge cracks spread in all directions as his fists spread in all directions, causing the entire ring to collapse.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Suddenly, sharp stabs rose from the huge cracks in the ring, as if they were about to pierce Zhao Yiming's whole person.

"Whew!"

Zhao Yiming stepped on the flying sword and dodged in mid-air at great speed, dodging the attacking ground thorns.

At the same time, he controlled the flying knife and continued to kill Yi Zhengyu.

This battle was very exciting, and the students of the Blackstone Academy under the ring who watched it exclaimed, but their faces were a little complicated, and they didn't know who to cheer for.

Because whether it is Zhao Yiming or Yi Zhengyu, they are all students of the Blackstone Academy.

"Hahaha, Ouyang Hui, one is your student, and the other is the first day talent of your Blackstone Academy, which side will you stand on?" Xiong Yingcang's gloating voice came.

Ouyang Hui's mind at this time was also very complicated, Yi Zhengyu was his apprentice after all, he was taught by him, and they had a deep affection for each other. But Zhao Yiming's performance during this period of time has also been recognized by him.

What's more, compared to Yi Zhengyu, Zhao Yiming is the genius that their Blackstone Academy has really cultivated.

The palms and backs of his hands are full of meat, and Ouyang Hui can't make a choice, so he can only resign himself to fate.

However, hearing Xiong Yingcang's ridicule, Ouyang Hui snorted coldly: "Xiong Yingcang, no matter who they win, it will be our Blackstone Academy that wins, what are you happy about?"

"Hahaha, what if they kill each other? You say, who will die?" Xiong Yingcang suddenly smiled gloomily.

Ouyang Hui's face changed, but he quickly shook his head and sneered: "Xiong Yingcang, don't daydream, although they have a little festivity, it's just a battle of young people's wills, how can they kill each other?"

"Hehe, Ouyang Hui, you really don't know your apprentice. Xiong Yingcang didn't refute, just a grim smile.

Ouyang Hui looked at the two young men who were fighting fiercely in the ring with a heavy face, and he was a little nervous in his heart, could it be that they would really kill each other?

"No, they are all from the Blackstone Academy, they don't have any grudges, how can they kill each other? Xiong Yingcang must have deliberately disturbed my mind. ”

Ouyang Hui calmly looked at the fierce battle in the ring, and what made him curious was that Yi Zhengyu's injuries had all recovered, and the strength of his divine physique had completely exploded.

Yi Zhengyu's injury at the beginning, but he personally investigated, that level of injury, it is impossible to fully recover in a few months, unless there is the help of the best treasure medicine.

But where did Yi Zhengyu get the treasure medicine?

......

When Ouyang Hui was puzzled, the battle in the ring had already entered a white heat.

Yi Zhengyu exuded fiery air currents all over his body, and he slammed into Zhao Yiming with a punch, and the terrifying fist power penetrated the ground, destroying the entire ring.

"This guy's strength is really terrifying, even stronger than the person who had the boulder physique before. ”

Zhao Yiming dodged Yi Zhengyu's attack, and at the same time controlled the flying knife, casting ten streams, and constantly bombarding Yi Zhengyu.

But Yi Zhengyu's divine power physique is not only powerful, but his speed is also very fast, and he is able to block the attack of the torrent of flying knives every time.

It was Zhao Yiming, if he hadn't been able to fly, he would have been hit by Yi Zhengyu a long time ago.

"Zhao Yiming, I want to see how long your spiritual power can last, every time you cast ten streams, your spiritual power will suffer a serious load, I don't believe that you can keep going. ”

Yi Zhengyu sneered while chasing Zhao Yiming: "And my divine power physique is my own strength, compared to staying power, my divine power physique is almost infinite, I can fight like this all day." ”

Yi Jung-woo is very confident in himself.

His junior sister Mu Bing had practiced to become a ten-level teacher, and Yi Zhengyu and Mu Bing were taught by Ouyang Hui together, and their senior brother and sister were naturally very familiar with each other.

Therefore, Yi Zhengyu knows very well how much load the casting of the Ten Streams will cause to a person's mental power, and he has also studied with Mu Bing, so if he continues to cast the Ten Streams, Mu Bing can last for an hour at most.

Therefore, Yi Zhengyu believes that Zhao Yiming will undoubtedly lose.

Looking at Zhao Yiming on the other side, Yi Zhengyu's eyes flashed with a fierce color, and he decided to wait not only to defeat Zhao Yiming, but also to hit Zhao Yiming hard and teach this guy a hard lesson.

Only in this way can he regain the face he had lost before.

"Hehe, what a naïve!"

Listening to Yi Zhengyu's words, Zhao Yiming just shook his head and smiled.

Is there a load on the ten streams?

It is indeed a load.

But for his huge mental power, that little load was not worth mentioning at all.

Not to mention a day, he can last for three days and three nights.

After all, he had cultivated a thousand streams, and the load of only ten streams was not worth mentioning at all.

It's just that Yi Zhengyu doesn't know all this.

"Big brother, do you think which of the two of them will win?" On the high platform, the sixth prince looked at the fierce battle in the No. 133 ring, and turned his head to the prince of Dongwang next to him.

The prince of Dongwang was also watching the battle between Zhao Yiming and Yi Zhengyu, after all, among the competitions present, this one was the most exciting.

Because among all the contestants, there are very few who can reach the consummation level of the Divine Treasure Realm, and the only ones who can be divided together are Zhao Yiming and Yi Zhengyu.

Therefore, this duel is much more exciting than the others, which naturally attracts his attention.

"Who can win?"

Hearing this, the prince of Dongwang said with a smile: "Do you still want to test me?" It must be the person who casts the Ten Dao Streams to win, and it is difficult for anyone at the same level to be able to beat the people who cultivate the Ten Thousand Dao Streams, not to mention that his expression is very calm, and his eyes reveal an absolute confidence. ”

"Cut, big brother, don't talk about these nonsense. The sixth prince pouted and said, "Speaking of self-confidence, that divine power physique is even more confident. ”

Dongwang Shizi shook his head and smiled: "Eyes are the window of people's hearts, you look at their eyes carefully, that divine power physique is confident, but his self-confidence is a little arrogant and proud, like a nouveau riche mentality, this is an inflated self-confidence." ”

"You look at the young man who performed the Ten Streams, his eyes were calm throughout, his self-confidence had been integrated with him, it was the self-confidence that came with having great strength, and he was able to maintain this self-confidence all the time. I dare to assert that the strength he is showing now is not all his strength. ”

It seems to verify the words of the prince of the East Prince.

In the ring, Zhao Yiming suddenly threw out three flying swords, and like his flying knives, they all cast ten streams and killed Yi Zhengyu.

Three flying swords and one flying knife, four waves and ten streams, besieged from all sides and surrounded Yi Zhengyu.

The mighty torrent of attacks covered almost the entire ring, and everyone watching was amazed.

"It can't be!"

Yi Zhengyu's eyes widened in disbelief, he looked at Zhao Yiming opposite, and shouted angrily: "How can you have such a huge spiritual power? ”

"My spiritual power, how can you detect it?" Zhao Yiming said disdainfully.

"You ......"

Yi Zhengyu's pupils shrank, feeling the terrifying energy coming from all directions, he gritted his teeth, suddenly glared at Zhao Yiming fiercely, and roared: "You forced me!"

After speaking, he wiped his mouth with the palm of his hand, and a red pill was immediately swallowed by him, and it went down his throat, turning into a hot torrent, spreading all over his body.

The next moment, Yi Zhengyu raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, flashing with a strange light, like a fierce beast.