"Do you want to use the engine state?" Yang Ji hesitated in his heart, thinking left and right, it seemed that only in this way could he defeat Jung.

That's right, Jung is very strong, even stronger than expected in the marine environment, with both speed and strength, and if you still want to keep your hands, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out of here alive.

So, how do you get into the engine?

When he fought with Noy Firth, his emotions, sense of crisis, and physical strength were all squeezed to the extreme, so he turned on the engine state, and later although he practiced, he could no longer take the initiative to enter the state.

There are many luck elements in the process, and if you want to enter the state again, I am afraid that you can only restore the situation at that time, push yourself into a mortal situation, and then believe in yourself.

Or die.

"I can only do it again......" Yang Ji sighed, although he had a chance to lose, he didn't want to admit defeat, the path of cultivation was always improving, if he didn't use all his strength today and admitted defeat first, it would undoubtedly leave a huge flaw in his self-confidence and future cultivation.

The shadow of the Crown of Thorns suddenly blurred, then dissipated.

Jung stepped aside and watched him cautiously, in case he suddenly flares up and uses some lose-lose tricks, which will really be a big loss for himself.

The incandescent light shone a little brightly on the blue water, and Yang Ji looked at Jung who was floating on the edge of the field and suddenly laughed, and said, "Aren't you trying your best to prove that you can defeat human beings? ”

His voice was soft, but it reverberated through the arena clearly.

"I need proof, tear you apart, that's the best proof!" Jung was clearly enraged by the words.

"Ten minutes. Yang Ji Yaoyao pointed at Jung and said: Within ten minutes, I will defeat you in ten minutes, don't make these little tricks that are not on the table, use your full strength to fight!"

"In ten minutes, I will tear your body apart and eat you bit by bit in front of all human beings. Jung laughed angrily, his sharp teeth rubbing back and forth, and he hated Yang Ji so much.

"Come on, then. Yang Ji took a deep breath and carried his true qi to sink underwater.

In fact, he said that ten minutes for a reason, because the True Qi can only last for another ten minutes at most under the intense consumption, and in these few short minutes, he wants to provoke Jung to inflict maximum attacks on himself, forcing himself to enter the engine state before the death, which is the only way to win.

"As a sign of respect for you, let me show you my true strength. Jung tore the flower shirt covering his body, the burly figure of 192 cm and 120 kg began to deform, he plunged into the water with a painful expression, and rolled violently in the seawater, and the audience all held their breath and widened their eyes, because from their point of view, there was a black shadow under the water that became bigger and bigger with each roll, and there was still a little human appearance.

The splashing water finally calmed down, and what appeared in front of everyone was a swordfish with a body length of more than 3 meters and a weight of at least 280KG, with a stubby dorsal fin as sharp as a blade, and a spear-like long jaw at the upper jaw flashing with a sharp cold light, twisting a faint purple brilliance under the wrapping of demonic power, which looked extremely penetrating.

"Hmmm. It swung its powerful tail fin, and its figure vanished in an instant.

At the same time, Yang Ji only felt an undercurrent rushing towards him, almost turning him over, and his excellent dynamic vision made him capture a huge black shadow that was rushing towards him at a rapid pace, streamlined body, powerful explosive power, he reached out to block, but the underwater resistance was eight times more than the air, and the action could not keep up with Jung's speed under the influence of resistance, and there was a sharp pain on his arm, and he was wiped off a large piece of skin and flesh under a confrontation, and the wound was as smooth as a knife.

Blood mixed with the salty waters stretched and poured up to the surface.

Seeing the blood, some people in the audience began to sit still, got up and looked underwater, among which the bald audience was the most nervous, he looked anxiously, and his mouth was still muttering in pieces: "Yang Ji, Yang Ji, don't hit the street! My island tour, champagne and bikini beauties, must not be ruined in the hands of this fat fish!"

Fifth minute.

Yang Ji was clumsy underwater, and large abrasions soon appeared all over his body, sprinkling salt on the wound was no longer enough to describe this pain, being pushed by the cold sea water from all directions, and pouring salt on the wound was a more appropriate modifier.

Blood spread everywhere along the water, and his whole body was already standing in a dirty water of blood, looking down from a high place, as if it was a flower of death that was about to bloom.

"Ho...... Ho...... I feel it, I find the burning sensation. Yang Ji's eyes were bloodshot, the sea water desperately poured pressure into his ears and nose, the terrifying black shadow was cruising rapidly not far away, the demonic power condensed in the upper jaw to form a jagged pattern, his heart was pounding wildly, desperately pumping adrenaline into his body, his body became more and more nervous, but his spirit became more and more focused.

The temperature of the water, the direction of the water, the frequency of the swordfish's tail fin swing, the angle from which the attack is launched...... Everything in front of him slowed down, the water broke like a thread around him, and his figure disappeared from place in an instant.

In the audience, he saw a sudden surge on the surface of the water, and quickly shot in the direction of the huge black shadow, and Yang Ji had already appeared in front of Jung first, and put his fingers together and stuck straight into his back.

Jung was furious, only to see his figure twist and swing, dodging Yang Ji's sword finger at a millimeter, and at the same time, the spear-like upper jaw swept wildly, under the effect of demonic power, the nearby sea area was forcibly resonated, like countless sharp blades cutting towards Yang Ji at the same time, and the name of the tearer also came from this.

In the state of the engine, Yang Ji's muscles immediately adjusted, every wisp relaxed, and the whole person floated like catkins in the direction of the water flow, which seemed to be thrilling, but in fact it was out of the danger area at the fastest speed.

Jung's tail fin swung and chased Yang Ji's figure reluctantly, and the two clashed several times in the water in an instant, and the splashes exploded on the water like a fountain, illuminated by the lights, and in the audience's exclamations, the scattered splashes actually reflected a rainbow like a match.

However, beneath the beautiful exterior lies a thrilling crisis.

Yang Ji took the initiative to retreat to the edge of the field, adding new injuries to his body.

The sea around Jung began to spin, faster and faster, becoming a small whirlpool centered around him.