Chapter 50: Do it

In the next two games, there was no surprise that Ling Feng's side was defeated, the difference in strength was too big, although Zhang Tian and Hao Long used to be the powerhouses of the peak of the sixth stage, but, after eighteen years, their abilities have more or less degraded a lot, and now they can only be regarded as maintaining the level of the early stage of the sixth stage, plus the injuries on their bodies, their strength can't even play the sixth stage.

When they met Chen Bai and Wang Sicheng in the late stage of the sixth stage, they couldn't defeat anything, so they could only withdraw gloomily, even if they were unwilling, they could only regret defeat, they really got old.

However, they all fought the two on Lin Xuan's side until they were exhausted and couldn't continue.

"It's okay, and me"

Ling Feng stood up with some difficulty, smiled at his old fellows, and then, with his hands behind his back, his body bent slightly, he had tried his best to stand up straight, but it could only go so far.

Ling Feng walked very slowly, very slowly, and Lin Xuan, who was standing on the stage early, yawned and sneered.

"Old man, are you really no one anymore?"

"I'm afraid I'll kill you with one punch."

"Hehe, then try it"

A bleak smile erupted from Ling Feng's shriveled face.

Start

"Lin Xuan, the peak of the sixth stage of the wood system"

Lin Xuan originally looked tall, and raised his head high, looking domineering.

"Hehe, a little weak?"

Ling Feng shook his head, Jiang Zhiguo and Wu Rang, any one of them is much stronger than Lin Xuan, who is looking at people with nostrils in front of him, Sixth Duan, who gave him the ability to be proud?

"Hmph, the old immortal, the mouth is hard"

Lin Xuan was too lazy to argue with his tongue, so he had to do it.

Suddenly, he saw Ling Feng stretch out a finger.

"What's the matter, old man, you want to admit defeat?

"Hahahaha......"

Offstage, Wu Rang glanced at Lin Xuan like an idiot, and gently spit out two words,

"One Move"

Then, the eyes that looked at Ling Feng were full of worry.

"Huh...... Boy, that's so grand."

"The old man will send you a fire"

"Fire Rain Meteor"

With a "boom", a purple-red flame ignited on Ling Feng's body.

"Eight dans?"

Lin Xuan shouted in horror, his legs trembling a little.

There was an uproar in the audience, and Huang Shiming stood up directly, his face full of incredulity.

On the stage, Lin Xuan had already lost his fighting spirit, looked up blankly, only to see the sky darkening, and the sporadic firelight falling towards him.

"Boom"

A fireball smashed Lin Xuan's body, and the condensed wooden armor on Lin Xuan's body instantly turned into nothing, and with a "bang", Lin Xuan's knee slammed into the alloy ground, smashing out two shallow pits.

"I throw in the towel"

Seeing that another fireball was smashing down, Lin Xuan shouted loudly.

In an instant, the fireball in the sky that had not yet fallen suddenly exploded, like a firework, dissipating in the air.

The game ended too quickly, and everyone in the audience seemed to have not reacted, staring at the air sluggishly.

"Hehe, shouldn't I declare that I won?"

Ling Feng's voice drifted to the ears of Huang Shiming, who was still in shock.

"Oh yes, Dean Ling wins"

"Hehe......"

Ling Feng nodded slightly, but instead of turning around and leaving the field, he turned his gaze to Wu Rang, who had a cold face.

"Let the son, come on, let the teacher see how many catties and taels you have as a martial king"

Ling Feng's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the arena.

Filled with shame, the eleven opposition families who were about to leave the scene suddenly lost their steps and returned to their seats and sat down.

This is an eight-stage battle, the battle of kings, I will never see it a few times in my life, this kind of opportunity, if you don't grasp it, it's a brain disease.

"Teacher, you?"

Wu Rang was a little stunned, he didn't expect Ling Feng to make such a move. Besides, seeing Ling Feng like this, can he do it?

"What nonsense?

Ling Feng's face was serious, and there was a bit more undoubted domineering in his voice.

"Whew"

Wu Rang took a deep breath, took heavy steps, and still walked onto the stage.

The two masters and apprentices, their eyes were facing each other, for a moment, Ling Feng was in a trance, he seemed to have returned to more than twenty years ago, he was still very young, Wu Rang, he was still a child, at least in Ling Feng's opinion, Wu Rang, who was in his twenties, could only be regarded as a child.

That time, too, the master and apprentice looked at each other.

Wu Rang asked him, "Teacher, can I surpass you?"

Ling Feng just smiled "hehe" and didn't answer.

"Remember when you asked me if you could overtake me?"

"Hmm"

Wu Rang nodded, his eyes a little moist.

"Now, the teacher can barely catch up with you."

"Hehe......"

It's a reassuring laugh.

"Teacher, are you ...... I ......"

Wu Rang was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Let's get started, ink chicken ......"

In the corner, there was an impatient shout.

"Shut up—"

Wu Rang turned his head, and his two eyes went straight to the corner where the voice came from.

In the corner, Baizhu instantly, like being struck by lightning, fell to the ground and shrunk into a ball, convulsed in pain, and beside him, Bai Qi gloated and looked at Baizhu rolling on the ground, without the slightest intention of going up to help.

"Jean, what are you doing here? Let's start, don't make everyone wait."

"Teacher, this ......"

Wu Rang looked embarrassed and refused to do it for a long time.

"Wu Rang, I order you in the name of your teacher, do ......"

"Hands-on—"

"Vulcan Armor"

The purple-red flames condensed into a gorgeous armor and put it on Ling Feng's body, and Ling Feng, who was originally bent over his waist and was thin and weak, suddenly became taller, like a god of fire descending into the world.

"Do it—"

With a "bang" punch, Wu Rang vomited blood and flew out of the arena.

"Come up—"

"on—"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wu Rang walked to the arena again, Ling Feng's punch just now was still retracted, otherwise, Wu Rang would not have stood up so easily.

"Wu Rang, are you going to do it?"

Shaking his head, Wu Rang did not speak. Stood in place, like a wooden stake.

"Wu Rang, do you want me to die without turning a blind eye?"

Wu Rang shook his head violently like a rattle, burst into tears, and choked up and couldn't speak.

Ling Feng's face covered by the Fire God Armor could not see the change in expression, but it was estimated that he was already in tears.

"Then do it, like a man, worthy of the title of your martial king"

Wu Rang's clenched fists made a "gurg......ling" sound, and he really couldn't make a move.

But......

"Teacher, offended ......"

"Thunderball"

Wu Rang's fists flashed with thunder and rushed towards the flame-covered Ling Feng.

"Bang"

With a punch, Wu Rang didn't move at all, and Ling Feng took several steps back.

"Okay-hahahaha-"

"Come Again"

The master and apprentice didn't use any other moves, so they fought hand-to-hand, fist to flesh.

The alloy arena has long since become potholes.

Ling Feng's movements became slower and slower, and the flames of the Vulcan armor on his body became dimmer and dimmer.

"No, it's really old"

"Teacher—"

Wu Rang's movements suddenly stopped.

"Bang" Ling Feng punched and smashed it Wu Rang's face.

"Don't get distracted, it's not over yet"

"Good"

"Teacher, pay attention, this trick, catch it"

Suddenly, Wu Rang stopped what he was doing and quickly retreated, and in an instant, he distanced himself from Ling Feng.

"Thunder Destroys the World"

"Boom-boom-"

The sky darkened suddenly, and a dark purple lightning bolt fell from the sky and slashed directly at the top of Ling Feng's head.

"Off the Fire"

Suddenly, the originally faint flames on Ling Feng's body suddenly skyrocketed, and their color became brighter and brighter, turning cyan.

Everyone in the stands felt a scorching suffocation, some of them were weak, and they all felt a little out of breath.

"Click" Another lightning bolt that was thicker than just now slashed towards Ling Feng, and the next one was darker and more terrifying.

"Hahaha-"

"Cool—"

"Jean, you try mine too"

"Knives—"

Ling Feng's right hand slowly condensed a flame giant knife, and then, slowly raised.

The knife slowly fell, and it seemed that the surrounding air was ignited, and in the sky, a huge sword shadow slowly pressed towards Wu Rang.

"Okay—"

"Thor's Hand"

Wu Rang raised his right hand, and a raised hand that flashed with thunder slowly rose to meet the long knife that was burning with cyan flames.

"Boom-boom-"

Lightning and thunder thundered in the sky, and it rained heavily.

The raised hand is gone, and the knife is gone.

Ling Feng raised his head and stared blankly at the air.

"Poof—"

Ling Feng's body fell straight down, and there was a splash......