The second battle, win!

The third battle, win!

Fourth battle, win!

Next, Ling Chen has been winning five games in a row, winning six in a row.

"This kid is so powerful, a martial artist of the same level, he can't do three moves in his hands."

In the stands, a deacon in the underground martial arts arena was surprised.

"It's a little difficult to deal with, six battles in a row, but his face is not red, he is not panting, he is as steady as Mount Tai, it seems that he has to send a martial artist above the seventh realm to fight this person."

"That's all there is to it."

Several deacons unanimously decided to send the warriors of the Seven Realms to face Ling Chen.

The Seventh Battle.

Ling Chen's opponent was a burly strong man who used a meteor hammer and looked as strong as an ox and immensely powerful.

"Liang Yue."

The strong man reported to his home, and then brazenly raised the meteor hammer and smashed it at Ling Chen.

"Liang Yue is a martial artist of the Sevenfold Realm, one realm higher than Ling Chen, if he makes a move, I'm afraid Ling Chen's winning streak will be ended."

Looking at Liang Yue, who was unusually fierce in the ring, a martial artist watching the battle in the audience also sighed.

"Not only that, this Liang Yue has a strong physique, which is different from ordinary people, and I am afraid that there will be no suspense in this battle."

Another spectator also thought that the overall situation had been decided.

"I'll bet one hundred taels and bet on Liang Yue to win!"

"I'll give you two hundred taels!"

Buzzing!

Ignoring the noisy voices of the audience, Liang Yue swung his heavy sledgehammer, causing the air around him to shake, and the terrifying brute force swept in front of Ling Chen, only afraid that Ling Chen would be blown out of his head as long as he was a little slower than half a beat.

"Wind and Fire Hammer Method!"

Liang Yue used the hammer with both hands, and I am afraid that there was a hundred-pound hammer in his hand that made the tiger and tiger mighty, and the wind and fire were constantly bombarded towards Ling Chen.

He never drew his sword, Ling Chen just dodged sideways, avoiding the ferocious strength.

Although the Wind and Fire Hammer Method is only a human-level low-grade martial art, it has reached the realm of perfection in Liang Yue's hands, and the power of one hammer is better than that of a hammer, trying to force Ling Chen to retreat.

Airplanes!

In the next moment, Ling Chen finally made a move, but he did not take out the sword, but replaced the sword with a sheath, this sword was as fast as a shock, and it directly hit Liang Yue's meteor hammer quickly and accurately, and knocked Liang Yue's meteor hammer out with a force of four or two thousand catties.

Bang!

Ling Chen turned around and kicked Liang Yue directly in the chest, kicking the latter out of the ring.

Seventh battle, win!

The audience was almost silent and shocked.

Even Liang Yue didn't let Ling Chen out of his sword, he was defeated just by using the scabbard, and he knew that Liang Yue's martial arts realm was still above Ling Chen.

"There's something interesting about this young man."

The gold-robed black market leader held his chin and looked at Ling Chen with interest.

"Let me Zhuo Wangsun go and meet him!"

Before the arrangement could be made, a purple-robed young man in his early twenties swept into the ring, his sharp gaze locked on Ling Chen.

"It's Zhuo Wangsun, the young talent of the Zhuo family, he is not something that Liang Yue can compare, Liang Yue is just a wandering martial artist, but Zhuo Wangsun is a famous family, and his martial arts level, talent and attainments in martial arts are far better than Liang Yue."

"Well, even if you can't win this time, at least you can force out ninety percent of that kid's strength."

Several deacons all nodded, focusing on Zhuo Wangsun.

"Draw your sword, or I'm afraid you won't have a chance to draw your sword."

As a child of a family, Zhuo Wangsun has a natural arrogance, he is confident that he is an opponent comparable to Ling Chen, if Ling Chen falls into disadvantage because he does not draw his sword, then even if he wins, it is not a victory.

"If you have the strength to make me draw my sword, the sword will naturally come out of its sheath."

Ling Chen's expression was indifferent.

"Haha, this underground martial arts arena is not a place for martial arts competitions, this is a place of life and death! Arrogance will cost you your life. ”

When the words fell, Zhuo Wangsun had already made a move, and he stepped forward one after another, cooperating with the "Four Swords of the Ghost Gate" to attack Ling Chen with a fast momentum.

"The four swords of the ghost gate are the top level martial arts of the human level, and they are the family swordsmanship of the Zhuo family, this Zhuo Wang Sun has been immersed in it for a long time, and now the four swords are displayed, and there is no trace of false moves, and its power is at least more than ninety percent." Seeing Zhuo Wangsun's move, a deacon immediately showed a satisfied look on his face.

"At a young age, it is indeed good to be able to comprehend a human-level top-notch martial art. If this Ling Chen dares to underestimate the enemy, he will definitely be defeated. ”

The other deacon also calmed down and said with a smile.

At this time, the black market leader's pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately turned his head to look at the deacon, "What do you say his name is, Ling Chen?" ”

"Exactly." The deacon looked respectful.

"But that Ling Chen from the Divine Will?"

"He's wearing a mask, and we can't confirm it, but according to our intelligence, it's him." Another deacon in charge of intelligence stepped forward.

When he said this, everyone else was surprised.

"Are you sure it's him? I heard that this Ling Chen's meridians were completely destroyed and his martial arts were completely lost in the great change in the Divine Consciousness Gate, why did it not take two months for him to become so vigorous? ”

"This matter is indeed incredible, but this is the case, this Ling Chen's strength is recovering at an alarming speed, and it took two months to get to this point." The previous deacon shook his head, he could not believe this matter if it was not for the evidence.

"Hehe, worthy of being Ling Tianyu's son, interesting, interesting." The smile on the face of the black market leader grew stronger, and it seemed that only a strong interest could be seen in it.

In the ring, the battle between the two sides has become white-hot.

Clang!

The white light flashed, and a sword light blocked the sword that Zhuo Wangsun was about to chop, and Ling Chen finally showed his sword.

"There is no life in the ghost gate!"

Zhuo Wangsun was engrossed in casting the last sword in the "Four Swords of the Ghost Gate", and his figure seemed to suddenly disappear, leaving only a black smoke.

The real Zhuo Wangsun had already stabbed Ling Chen's back with a sword.

"Win!"

Zhuo Wangsun's face showed joy.

However, before his sword could work, Ling Chen suddenly turned around, and as if he had eyes on his back, he easily avoided the sword.

"What?"

Zhuo Wangsun's face changed greatly, and he was about to make a move, when a long sword with cold light was already on his neck.

"I lost."

The killing move was broken, Zhuo Wangsun couldn't move, and suddenly became extremely depressed, in stark contrast to his previous arrogance.

Zhuo Wangsun's admission of defeat also immediately set off a burst of cheers in the audience.

"Eight wins in a row."

Several deacons looked at each other, no one expected Ling Chen to win so far.

"It's time to send someone to end his winning streak."

The underground martial arts arena will not easily let a ten-game winning streak be born, after all, every ten-game winning streak is an honor awarded by their underground martial arts arena, this kind of glory represents the gold content of the underground martial arts arena, and it must not be allowed to be obtained casually.

"Whom should you send? There is no room for loss in this battle. Several deacons frowned, Ling Chen's unexpected winning streak undoubtedly disrupted their deployment.

"Send Cao Meng up."

At this time, the black market leader, who had been silent, spoke.

"Cao Meng? That guy is a martial artist of the Eight Realms, wouldn't this be a bit too big and overkill. Several of the deacons were a little stunned.

"Overkill? I'm sure it's not overkill, just take a good look. A smile tugged at the corner of the black market leader's mouth.

"Okay, then follow the leader's will and order Cao Meng to fight."

Several deacons unanimously agreed, this Ling Chen, indeed, should not be underestimated.

"This kid is really a big problem."

Under the ring, a young man in black narrowed his eyes, and there was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

This black-clothed young man was none other than Feng Chong, who was assigned to this martial city by Yun Tianhe. At first, after receiving such an order, he was still a little unimpressed, in his opinion, if it was Ling Chen before, there was still value worthy of his action, and now he didn't need to do it at all, but now it seems that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.