Chapter 11: The Winning Streak Continues
The second battle, victory!
The third battle, victory!
The fourth battle, victory!
After that, Ling Chen won five games in a row and achieved six consecutive victories.
"This kid is so powerful. A warrior of the same level can only last three moves in his hands."
In the stands, a steward of an underground fighting arena said in surprise.
"He is a bit difficult to deal with. He has fought six rounds in a row without blushing or breathing hard. He is as steady as a rock. It seems that we have to send warriors above the seventh level to fight him."
"It's the only way."
Several deacons unanimously decided to send out a seventh-level warrior to fight Ling Chen.
The seventh battle.
Ling Chen's opponent is a burly man who uses a meteor hammer. He looks as strong as an ox and has infinite strength.
"Liang Yue."
The sturdy man introduced himself, then raised the meteor hammer and smashed it towards Ling Chen.
"Liang Yue is a seventh-level warrior, one level higher than Ling Chen. If he attacks, Ling Chen's winning streak will probably be ended."
Looking at Liang Yue who was extremely fierce on the stage, a warrior watching the fight below the stage also sighed.
"Not only that, Liang Yue is physically strong, unlike ordinary people. I'm afraid there will be no suspense in this battle."
Another warrior watching the fight also thought the outcome was decided.
"I bet one hundred taels on Liang Yue to win!"
"I bet two hundred taels!"
Buzz!
Completely ignoring the noisy voices from the audience, Liang Yue swung his heavy hammer, causing the air around him to vibrate. The terrifying brute force swept in front of Ling Chen. If Ling Chen was just a little slower, his head would have been blown up.
"Wind and Fire Hammer Technique!"
Liang Yue used both hands to wield the hammer. The hammer, which probably weighed a hundred pounds, was so powerful in his hands that he kept hitting Ling Chen with great force.
Ling Chen never drew his sword, but simply dodged sideways to avoid the fierce forces.
Although the Wind and Fire Hammer Technique is only a low-grade human-level martial art, it has reached perfection in Liang Yue's hands. The power of one hammer is stronger than the other, trying to force Ling Chen to retreat.
Buzz!
The next moment, Ling Chen finally made his move, but he did not draw his sword. Instead, he used the sheath instead of the sword. This sword was as fast as a startled wild goose, and it hit Liang Yue's meteor hammer directly and accurately, knocking Liang Yue's meteor hammer away with the force of a small force moving a large object.
boom!
Ling Chen turned around and kicked Liang Yue directly in the chest, kicking the latter off the stage.
The seventh battle, victory!
The audience was almost silent, shocked.
Even Liang Yue didn't let Ling Chen draw his sword. He was defeated just by using the scabbard. I knew that Liang Yue's martial arts level was still above Ling Chen.
"This young man is quite interesting."
The black market leader in a golden robe held his chin and looked at Ling Chen with interest.
"Let me, Zhuo Wangsun, go meet him!"
Before anything could be arranged, a young man in his early twenties in a purple robe rushed onto the stage, his sharp eyes locked on Ling Chen.
"It's Zhuo Wangsun, the young talent of the Zhuo family. He is not comparable to Liang Yue. Liang Yue is just a wandering warrior, but Zhuo Wangsun is a descendant of a famous family. The level of martial arts he practices, his talent and attainments in martial arts are far superior to Liang Yue."
"Well, even if we can't win this time, at least we can force that kid to use 90% of his strength."
Several deacons nodded and focused their attention on Zhuo Wangsun.
"Draw your sword, or I'm afraid you won't have the chance to do so."
As a descendant of an aristocratic family, Zhuo Wangsun carries a natural arrogance. He is confident that he is a match for Ling Chen. If Ling Chen falls into a disadvantage because he hesitates to draw his sword, then even if he wins, it would be an unfair victory.
"If you have the strength to make me draw my sword, the sword will naturally come out of its sheath."
Ling Chen looked indifferent.
"Haha, this underground fighting arena is not a place for fighting, it is a place of life and death! Arrogance will get you killed here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Wangsun had already made his move. He took a few steps forward and used his unique skill "Four Swords of Ghost Gate" to attack Ling Chen with great speed.
“The Four Ghost Gate Swords are top-level human martial arts, and are also the Zhuo family’s inherited sword techniques. Zhuo Wangsun has been immersed in them for a long time. Now that he is displaying the four swords, there is not a single false move, and he has exerted at least 90% of their power.” Seeing Zhuo Wangsun’s move , a deacon immediately showed a look of satisfaction on his face.
"At such a young age, he has mastered a human-level top-level martial art. This is indeed remarkable. If Ling Chen dares to underestimate the enemy again, he will surely be defeated."
The other deacon also felt relieved and said with a smile.
At this moment, the black market leader's pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately turned his head to look at the deacon, "What did you say his name was, Ling Chen?"
"That's right." The deacon said respectfully.
"But is it Ling Chen from the Divine Will Sect?"
"He's wearing a mask, so we can't confirm it, but based on our intelligence , it's almost certain that it's him." Another deacon in charge of intelligence stepped forward and said.
After he said this, everyone else was also surprised.
"Are you sure it's him? I heard that Ling Chen's meridians were damaged and his martial arts skills were all lost in the great change at Shenyi Sect. How come he has become so energetic in just two months?"
"This matter is indeed unbelievable, but this is the fact. Ling Chen's strength is recovering at an astonishing speed. It took him two months to reach this point." The deacon shook his head. If there was no intelligence to prove this matter, he would find it hard to believe.
"Haha, you are worthy of being Ling Tianyu's son, interesting, interesting." The smile on the black market leader's face became more and more intense, and it seemed that only deep interest could be seen from it.
On the ring, the fight between the two sides has become increasingly intense.
clang!
A white light flashed, and a sword light blocked the sword that Zhuo Wangsun was about to chop down. Ling Chen finally drew his sword.
"Ghost Gate has no life!"
Zhuo Wangsun was fully focused and performed the last sword of the "Four Swords of Ghost Gate". His figure seemed to disappear suddenly, leaving only a trail of black smoke.
The real Zhuo Wangsun had already stabbed Ling Chen in the back with a sword.
"Won!"
A look of joy appeared on Zhuo Wangsun's face.
However, before his sword could take effect, Ling Chen suddenly turned around, as if he had eyes on his back, and easily avoided the sword.
"What?"
Zhuo Wangsun's face changed drastically, and when he was about to take action, a long sword with a cold glow was already placed on his neck.
"I lost."
With his killing move broken, Zhuo Wangsun was unable to move and suddenly became extremely frustrated, in stark contrast to his previous arrogance.
Zhuo Wangsun's admission of defeat immediately triggered cheers from the audience.
"Eight wins in a row."
Several deacons looked at each other in bewilderment; no one had expected Ling Chen to win so many games in a row.
"It's time to send someone to end his winning streak."
The underground fighting arena will not easily allow a ten-game winning streak to be born. After all, every ten-game winning streak is an honor awarded by their underground fighting arena. This honor represents the value of the underground fighting arena and it certainly cannot be obtained casually.
“Who should we send? We can’t afford to lose this battle.” Several deacons frowned. Ling Chen’s unexpected winning streak undoubtedly disrupted their deployment.
"Send Cao Meng up."
At this time, the black market leader who had been silent all this time spoke.
"Cao Meng? That guy is a martial artist at the eighth level. Isn't this a bit of a waste of his talent?" Several deacons were a little stunned.
"A waste of talent? I can guarantee that this is definitely not a waste of talent. Just watch carefully." A faint smile appeared on the corner of the black market leader's mouth.
"Okay, then let's follow the leader's instructions and order Cao Meng to fight."
Several deacons agreed that Ling Chen should not be underestimated.
"This kid is really a big threat."
Below the ring, a young man narrowed his eyes, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in them.
The young man in black was none other than Feng Chong, who was assigned to Wucheng by Yun Tianhe. When he first received such an order, he was a little unconvinced. In his opinion, if it was Ling Chen in the past, he would still be worthy of his help. Now, it seems that he was wrong, very wrong.
