Chapter 37: Shocking the audience

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"The silver wolf hasn't appeared in more than a month, so I didn't expect to play today!"

"Silver Wolf's opponent is a high-level fighter! I don't know which of the two is more powerful. ”

"My brother's lover's younger brother works in the Wyvern Arena, and I heard that if the Silver Wolf wins this one, he will make an exception to become a high-level fighter!"

"It's worthy of a silver wolf, and it even made an exception for the Flying Dragon Arena. ”

"I'll crush the silver wolf this time!

"Although the silver wolf is powerful, after all, it is only the peak of the Ding Li Realm, I support the new senior fighter, I will suppress him!"

"How much do you press?"

"A low-grade spirit stone..."

"Hehe... I want to press the silver wolf twenty lower grade spirit stones, and the silver wolf will win!"

Before the game even started, people sitting in the audience stands in the outer ring were betting wildly.

The cry of the silver wolf is extremely terrifying, this is the prestige accumulated over a long time.

"Looks like I'm underestimating. The corners of Mo whispered's smile rose under the mask, and he smiled and whispered to himself.

Click... Chirping...

The bars open...

Mo whispered from the preparation area in the north and walked into the inner ring dueling arena.

On the other side, a silver-haired middle-aged man entered the inner ring dueling arena from the southern preparation area.

He didn't wear a mask, and looked at Mo Qingyu's somewhat slender figure, with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Silver wolf! Silver wolf!"

"Silver wolf! Silver wolf!"

A cheer erupted in the audience, reaching the ears of Silver Wolf and Mo Qingyu.

The silver wolf closed his eyes slightly, he enjoyed this feeling of attention, which made his blood boil, let the guy opposite become a stepping stone for his famous flying dragon arena and promotion to a senior fighter.

and the Iron Finger Demon who has been in the limelight recently, but he is just a hairy boy, who has overshadowed him and made the existence behind the Flying Dragon Arena take a fancy to him.

Hmph, he will also clean up that kid in the future, prove that he is the most valuable fighter in the Flying Dragon Arena, and get the favor of the forces behind the Flying Dragon Arena.

"High-level fighter qualification battle, mad knife against silver wolf!"

"Let's go!"

Just as Silver Wolf was fantasizing about his bright future in his heart, the high voice of the dueling host rang out, inciting the emotions of every spectator in the arena.

The best position in the front row of the auditorium.

"Senior Sister Leng, which of these two people do you say will win?" Chen Tong, an inner disciple of the Vientiane Sect, looked at the cold woman beside him and asked.

The woman looked beautiful, but her temperament was cold, and she brushed aside the square-faced young man on the side and said, "Crazy knife." ”

"Why, Senior Sister?" asked Chen Tong with a puzzled face.

On the other side of Senior Sister Leng, the long-faced young man Yang Fei also looked puzzled, and said: "Yes, Senior Sister Leng, although this silver wolf is only at the peak of the Ding Strength Realm, it has the power of two dragons, and its breath is strong, not weaker than the average Mountain Moving Realm Mystic, even I have to spend some strength to deal with him, and the Mountain Moving Realm Mystic named Crazy Knife has a weak breath, it looks very weak, how do you think he will win?"

A light flashed in Senior Sister Leng's cold eyes, and she slowly spoke, "I can't see through him." ”

Chen Tong and Yang Fei looked at each other when they heard this, and they didn't say anything, focusing their eyes on the inner ring dueling arena.

In the Inner Ring Duel Arena.

"Hahahaha... Whoever you are, become my stepping stone!" The silver wolf's eyes widened, and his eyes turned out to be vertical pupils like beasts, he looked like crazy, and his feet took strange steps, his body turned into a silver lightning, and he rushed to Mo Whisper on the other side.

Brush!

"Insect carving skills. Mo whispered that the face behind the mask pursed his lips disdainfully, his eyes focused on the silver lightning that rushed towards him, and he threw a random punch.

Recite!

The dragon roars in the sky!

Mo whispered that this punch only used sixty percent of the strength, which was also enough to have the power of the four dragons.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the silver wolf's body flew sideways, flying in the air for several seconds before falling.

The silver wolf who fell to the ground was unconscious and unconscious.

One punch, just one punch, the silver wolf, which was sought after by many audiences, had no strength to fight again.

There was a moment of silence at the scene, a terrifying silence that was the gap before the storm.

Finally, the storm broke out.

"Damn, this silver wolf... Killed by a mad knife punch?!"

"Just such an ordinary punch!?"

"Is the silver wolf playing a match-fixing? Don't pretend to be dizzy!

"This mad knife is in the name of a knife, but it didn't come out, and it was defeated by the silver wolf with one punch?

"Lao Tzu just won fifty lower grade spirit stones! Damn! It's gone, it's all gone!"

"Earned, earned, mighty!"

The audience in the outer ring has become a nest of porridge, and some people have lost their eyes, and they actually believe that the Flying Dragon Arena is in operation, and they are shouting and disturbing the order.

But such people are in the minority after all, and order is maintained quickly after the security personnel are discharged from the Wyvern Arena.

"Senior Sister Leng, you are so powerful! I actually made you guess correctly, this crazy knife really won. Chen Tong looked at Leng Yun beside him admiringly and said in surprise.

"It's not just a win, one punch, I think the punch of the crazy knife just now has the power of the four dragons, he should be a mid-stage mystic in the mountain moving realm. The surprise on Yang Fei's face was no less than that of Chen Tong, he defeated the silver wolf with one punch, and neither he nor Chen Tong could do it.

He and Yang Tong are the inner disciples of the Vientiane Sect, one of the six top sects in the Holy Domain, and the Xuan Gong and Xuan Skills they learn are all top-notch, and the resources they enjoy are even richer, but they can't compare to a high-level fighter in the Flying Dragon Arena.

"This crazy knife is not simple, it was not his full strength just now. Leng Yun's eyes were a little surprised, and she said, as a core disciple of the Vientiane Sect and a third-order spiritual illusion master, she couldn't see through Mo Qingyu.

She felt that the other party had a force blocking her consciousness, and this force was the third-order breath charm that Mo Qingyu was wearing.

Unless Leng Yun became a fourth-order spiritual illusionist, she would not be able to see Mo Qingyu's cultivation clearly.

Looking at Mo Whispering wearing a smiling mask in the dueling arena, Chen Tong and Yang Fei couldn't wait to see through his mask, even Senior Sister Leng couldn't see through it, they were really curious about each other's identities.

"Winner, Crazy Knife! Congratulations to Crazy Knife for officially becoming a senior fighter!" After the order of the scene was settled, the passionate voice of the host of the Flying Dragon Arena resounded throughout the Flying Dragon Arena.

In the midst of cheers, Mo quietly walked down the inner ring dueling arena and returned to the northern preparation area.

Xiao Rou was excitedly waiting for Mo Qingyu in the preparation area, when Mo Qingyu appeared, Xiao Rou immediately rushed to him, the two soft masses in front of him kept shaking because of the excessive movement, Xiao Rou didn't notice how much impact her appearance had on Mo Qingyu, a young man who had just grown up, she hugged Mo Qingyu's arm excitedly, and said excitedly: "You are so powerful, the silver wolf has defeated a senior fighter, and was defeated by your punch!"

Feeling two soft balls trembling on his arm, Mo Qingyu only felt a sour nose, as if something was flowing out.