Under the suppression of a single aspect, the smoke continued to collapse and dissipate, accompanied by the continuous splashing of scarlet blood, infecting the snow-white and smooth martial arts training platform little by little into a dark red background.

Smoker, who was under attack, gritted his teeth with a hard face, although he was covered in blood and bruises, and he still had no consciousness to admit defeat.

And Zoren didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and the offensive became more and more powerful.

The blood kept splashing and ticking on the ground.

"Enough...... That's enough......"

"It's not a duel anymore—"

"If this continues, Smoker will be beaten to death."

I don't know when, the navy, which originally wanted to cheer for Smoker, couldn't bear to look away at this time, and didn't want to continue to watch the depressing bloody scene where there was no suspense about the victory or defeat.

On the high platform, many high-ranking naval officials turned around and left with ugly faces, and this duel was undoubtedly a complete defeat for the naval side, which simply made them lose face.

"Sengoku, aren't you going to stop this duel?" Karp squinted slightly, and said with a rare seriousness, "If Smoker doesn't admit defeat, that kid from Zorren really won't stop, and Smoker's temper-"

"It's Smoker's own choice." Sengoku said in a deep voice, "Since you have made your choice, you must completely bear the consequences for your actions." After this time, it is estimated that he will be able to take back the pride and conceit of no one in his eyes. ”

"Finger Gun - Iron Fist!"

Knocking Smoker back into the field again, Zoren quickly chased after him with a 'shaving', and his thighs kicked his opponent high into the air like a long whip.

At this time, Smoker was restrained by the repeated blows of the Hailou Shihu Finger, not to mention naturalization, and even the smoke lingering on his body completely dissipated, and he was kicked straight into the air ten meters into the air.

Zoren stomped on the ground with both feet, jumped and continued to catch up, clinging to Smoker's body, constantly kicking him up with his arched knees - it was the long-lost self-created physical technique - lion bullets.

Until it reaches a certain height, that is, about 20 meters.

"That's it." In a cold, emotionless tone, Zollen raised his left foot high, this time no longer kicking upwards, but with a spin of his heel like an axe, he suddenly kicked the almost unconscious Smoker down.

The kick in mid-air burst directly, the air pressure was disordered and shocked, and Smoker tumbled down, knocking the air through the layers of white air waves, and slammed into the center of the dueling arena with gravity, and the devastated floor tiles could no longer support the collapse, forming a circular deep pit, and the rubble and dust splashed up.

Zoren unloaded his strength with a single moon step, and fell back to the edge of the pit lightly, his chest heaving and panting, but he continued to fight with all his strength in earnest, and it consumed a lot of his physical strength violently.

Yes, without the blessing of the potential amplification of the 'Selfless Form', it is already considered to have used all its strength to achieve such a suppressive result.

"It's a worthy opponent, but that's all."

Glancing at the dusty crater, Zollen patted the dust off his body, turned back, and paced off the stage.

"Wait...... Wait, wait! ”

Weak and resolute words came from the pit with great difficulty, causing Zorren to stop.

Under the unbearable gaze of many navies, the trench coat was torn into strips and hung on his shoulders, his sturdy body was covered with fists and injuries caused by the finger tiger, and Smoker, who was spitting blood in his mouth, struggled to crawl out of the pit little by little with a shaky and staggering pace.

"You...... You haven't shown your real strength yet...... Even if you lose...... I can't just lose to you who didn't do your best. So...... This battle is not over yet! ”

As if following a little obsession in his heart, Smoker coughed up blood and held on to not falling.

"Does that make sense?" Zoren looked back indifferently.

"Of course it makes sense! If I don't even know your true strength, then I'm really losing too completely and embarrassed! I beg you to defeat me with the strongest move - let me know the gap between us, remember this shame, and I will pay it back in the future!! Smoker's face contorted, more serious than ever.

For a moment, as if touched by something, the corners of Zorren's mouth curved slightly.

"It's really like, just like the strong and unwilling me before, with despair and hope, I want to do my best to become stronger."

Xinmu let out a soft sigh that no one noticed, and he raised his right hand indifferently, and said in a loud voice, "Then ...... As you wish. ”

Taking a deep breath, the five fingers of Zoren's right hand contracted into a fist, and the power that he didn't want to expose was subtly used - not domineering, but called 'qijin' or the like, a domineering power derived from the simple force in the body.

"Zizizi-"

The power detached from itself, like countless faint human currents, wound from the surface of the right hand and arm, and the blue-white ions crackled and condensed into the clenched fist gap.

Immediately afterwards, on Zorren's condensed right hand, a transparent arm phantom rose up, like a blue flame swaying, and soon disappeared completely, this seems to be an illusionary scene, but it makes Smoker on the field, and even many navies outside the field, have a sudden palpitation in their hearts.

Watching this scene, Karp said in a deep voice, "Sengoku, stop him." ”

"I don't need you to say it, I know it."

After saying this, the Warring States had quickly disappeared from the same place.

"That's my strongest move at the moment." Zoren raised his right hand indifferently, and at this time, his arm and fist were wrapped in blue arcs of energy, oppressing everything around him.

"Come on, then!" Smoker opened his hands and reluctantly reused his abilities, and the smoke continued to billowing out, trying to stop Zorren's upcoming attack.

"Hopefully, you don't die - Six Emperor Fist !!"

Zorren stomped out, his right hand shattering all the domineering aura, and blasted towards the smoke shield in front of him - Smoker did his best to create a massive smoke, and before the Six Emperor Fist arrived, the powerful air flow oppressed by the fist had swept away the smoke, revealing Smoker's undefended body.

"It's over." Looking at the fist that was constantly pressing and magnifying, Smoker's mind went blank and he closed his eyes with a sigh.

The next moment.

A figure quickly inserted into the battle at the last moment, the navy coat hunted, and soon the phantom of a golden Buddha blocked Smoker behind him, like a substantial Buddha's palm to meet Zorren's fist wrapped around the blue light.

"Bell!!"

Just like the thick and heart-wrenching sound of the Huanglu bell roaring on the stage, the two forces of golden light and blue light were facing each other at the moment of confrontation, and the surrounding air and ground burst chaotically and violently, and then everything near was swept away by a powerful wave of qi.