d and ran out. Soon, a miserable howl came from the entrance of the main hall, yes, it was a howl."Your Majesty, please give the old servant justice!"As soon as the words left his mouth, a bloody fig...Hearing the jeers around him, Huofeng's face was contorted with a sneer of disdain.

"Kid, with that kind of performance you shouldn't even be on the stage. Get off right now, it's embarrassing to watch you fight."

"No...no, I'll fight you to the death...to the very end!"

Ling Jiansi stood on the stage, using the most timid tone to speak the toughest words, causing another burst of laughter from the audience below.

"It's so funny, everyone's scared out of their wits and still trying to hold it together..."

"I have no choice. If I directly admit defeat and step down, I'm afraid I'll be punished by the sect..."

"I bet he can't last even three moves..."

The onlookers were engrossed, nodding and whispering to each other, sharing their insights.

Huofengcan was an extremely arrogant person. Originally, seeing Ling Jiansi in this state, he felt that it was beneath him to make a move.

But the other party refused to give up, and he had no choice but to take action.

As soon as this person raised their hand, Ling Jiansi on the other side reacted as if he had been electrocuted, backing away in terror and retreating all the way to the edge of the ring.

"Haha, I'm dying laughing..."

Seeing him like a startled bird, the audience burst into laughter once again.

Huo Fengchan shook his head, the disdain in his eyes even more pronounced.

He didn't even bother to put up a pretense, just reaching out and grabbing it directly.

As a mid-stage Daluo Immortal, he had absolute confidence and could easily solve the opponent.

So his attack was extremely casual, he didn't even use half of his strength.

Everyone in the audience was laughing at what was happening, thinking the outcome of this match was already decided.

To their even greater shock, faced with the mighty and furious hand of fire, Ling Jiansi seemed terrified, having nowhere to go. He actually charged headfirst into it.

A wave of laughter erupted, and countless eyes were filled with pity.

In their eyes, this Ling Yun disciple was truly pitiful. He was clearly terrified, yet he didn't dare to step down and admit defeat directly.

But they didn't notice that Ling Jiansi's seemingly panicked charge had actually broken through their defenses.

Huofeng can disdainfully curled his lip, still a face of contempt, stretched out his left hand to card towards the opponent's neck.

In his heart, he considered this missed grab merely an accident.

The other party lucky enough to dodge once, is impossible to dodge a second time.

To everyone's surprise, the panic on Ling Jiansi's face vanished, replaced by a cold glint in his eyes.

Once again, a fleeting shadow darted past, narrowly avoiding the grasp, before landing a punch squarely on the chest.

This punch was heavy and powerful, like a mountain collapsing. Its ferocious force surged with overwhelming power, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

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Feeling immense pressure, the disdain on Huifeng's face vanished instantly, his eyes filled with terror.

He never expected that the other party was also a mid-stage Daluo Immortal, their strength not much different from his own.

If he were to truly fight and unleash his full potential, he should be able to win based on his profound cultivation and years of experience as a master.

It's too late now. I was far too careless just now and have completely lost the initiative.

Now his chest felt wide open, facing the opponent's full-force attack. He wanted to block it, but it was too late. All he could do was desperately retreat.

But unfortunately, he retreated quickly, Ling Jiansi advancing even faster. This punch was like a bone-attached maggot, completely locking onto his chest, with no deviation whatsoever.

"This..."

The fire wind became increasingly frantic, and besides retreating he had no other way out.

Just then, a dull thud echoed in his ears. His back slammed against the barrier of the ring with a sickening jolt, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

Before he could react, Ling Jiansi's fist slammed heavily into his chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled roar shook the heavens, this punch caused his chest to cave in, blood gushing from his mouth, and he flew out like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the stage below.

With just one punch, Ling Jiansi completely defeated Huofeng Can, leaving him severely injured.

The audience was dumbfounded, unable to recover from the shock for a long time.

Only now did they realize that everything the young man had done just moments ago was a facade, all an act to lull them into a false sense of security.

But it's all over now, and it's too late to regret.

Ling Jiansi's face was no longer filled with the timidity and nervousness he had just shown. Instead, his face was beaming with excitement.

Originally, with his newly enhanced strength, facing Huofeng Can would have undoubtedly been a grueling battle, and the chances of winning were very slim.

But under the guidance of the Supreme Master, he used this tactic of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, and easily won this round.

"Despicable! Simply despicable!"

"Cancel the match, this round is invalid..."

"Too despicable, have the guts to fight again..."

The Yan Shen Dian, who had come to their senses, were all indignant and roaring with anger. They lost the first round and didn't understand what happened.

The second game, however, was witnessed firsthand, and my heart was filled with resentment.

"All of you shut up! Who gave you the guts to roar here!"

Gong Yang Jian's majestic voice echoed through the air, instantly silencing the entire scene.

"As I've said, once you step onto the stage, any means are acceptable. Whether it's schemes and trickery, or poison and hidden weapons, the ultimate victor is the one who wins."

So, the second match goes to Lingyun Sword Sect!

He announced the results of the battle. Although the people from the Yan Shen Temple were filled with anger, they did not dare to show it.

On the other side, the Bingyun Valley and Heihumen were none of their business. They watched with great interest from there.

Whether it's the Lingyun Jianzong or the Yan Shendian, they are inferior to them in terms of strength, so they didn't take those weaklings seriously.

"Alright, let's make this third game count!"

Gong Yang Jian waved his hand, indicating that the competition should continue.

Huoyan Zhitie, with a face as red as fire, reached out to grab another orb of light.

Everyone in the Yan Shen Hall looked over, five games to three wins. They had lost two games in a row now, and the next game would be crucial.

The most crucial thing is, if they lose like this, they'll probably be so humiliated upon returning that they might as well just die.

So they paid close attention to the draw results for this match, hoping that their side would be strong and the opponent weak, then they could thrash them soundly and vent their anger.

The fire ignited in Huoyan's palm, a small ball bearing three characters: Ling Jian Yi.

On the other hand, Ling Jianfeng drew this side's Fire Wind Break.

Seeing this result, the people of the Yan Shen Temple's expressions instantly turned gloomy. Obviously, this was not what they wanted.

They knew exactly what kind of strength Ling Jianyi possessed. He was the fifth elder of the Lingyun Sword Sect, a mid-stage Daluo Immortal.

And their strongest fighter is Huofeng Zhan, but he somehow never got drawn in three rounds of the draw.

The Huofeng Po drawn now is also a mid-stage Da Luo Immortal, the strength between the two is similar, even if victorious it would be a hard-fought battle, impossible to easily crush.

Two figures stepped onto the platform. Huofengzhan's expression was grave, clearly ready for a tough fight.

In contrast, Ling Jianyi wore a look of carefree ease, playfully eyeing the other party: "Are you ready Get ready, I'm about to make my move. Don't blame us for ambushing you if you lose!"ortunately, only a part of his being was sent out. If it had been his true self, he would have been unable to escape the old man's grasp no matter what.Then he began to guess who the Red Mist Fairy wa...