Chapter 130 The Real Battle
As soon as Yuhang finished speaking, Park Zhengzhu's figure disappeared from the spot.
The arena is a 30m×30m square arena. For a professional, this size of area only takes one or two seconds to move from diagonal to diagonal.
So the moment the other person's figure disappeared, Yuhang added a speed-up skill to himself and started running.
However, he suffered a leg injury, which prevented him from reaching his peak speed.
“KANG!”
A sudden dagger-like light appeared at Yuhang's neck.
Yuhang's reaction was also quite fast. When the dagger appeared, he did two somersaults to avoid it.
"Brother Yuhang has such a quick reaction speed!"
"It was a close call just now. That guy didn't want to compete at all. He wanted to kill Senior Brother Yuhang."
Park Jung-joo appeared at one side of the ring and smiled at Yuhang who was squatting on the ground with an uncertain expression.
"Don't let your guard down, the real killer moves are just beginning!"
After Park Jung-joo finished speaking, he slashed with the dagger in his hand.
When everyone didn't understand what he wanted to do.
The shadow behind Yuhang raised the dagger and slashed at his right leg as if a real person had come back to life.
“Puff!”
A thigh flew out, and blood gushed out from the broken part instantly.
"ah--!"
Yuhang screamed in pain, lost his balance and stumbled to the ground.
“Senior Brother Yuhang!!”
"Fuck, this bastard is actually playing dirty tricks!"
"Everyone come together and kill him!"
The crowd was filled with righteous indignation and prepared to rush to the ring to capture Park Jung-joo.
Seeing this, Park Jung-ju was a little scared and moved closer to his teacher.
If so many people came up together, he wouldn't be able to get out even if he had ten lives.
"Don't move, sit still!"
Song Ming shouted loudly, then glanced at the other party coldly and said:
"We admit defeat in this game."
If he allowed his students to go on stage and attack the other side, the reputation of Longwu Guild would be ruined in the future.
If others knew about this, they would think that Longwu Guild couldn't afford to lose.
So no matter how angry Song Ming was, he had to stop the students in the audience from coming down.
Song Ming instructed the people around him:
"Go pick up Yuhang."
Song Ming knew that Jin Taidi wanted revenge, but he didn't expect him to be so cruel.
This is no longer a simple competition, it is purely for venting hatred.
Back then, Wu Zhengyang cut off one of his fingers, but Jin Taidi couldn't beat Wu Zhengyang, so he transferred his hatred to the students of Longwu Guild.
"Master Song, I'll go next!"
"I'm going to avenge Junior Brother Yuhang!"
Chen Fan volunteered, his eyes full of anger.
Song Ming glanced at him and said:
"Don't let anger get to your head, be careful with your actions."
"Also, give them a taste of their own medicine!"
"Just don't beat him to death. There's no way this will end peacefully today!"
Chen Fan nodded, stood up and went onto the stage.
Seeing Chen Fan coming on stage, all the students cheered.
"Brother Chen Fan, come on!"
"Beat that bastard to death!"
A new student asked:
" What occupation?"
An old student explained to him:
"Senior Brother Chen Fan is a rare lightning mage. He has already reached rank 5 and is one of the top ten young people in the guild."
"Top ten, that must be very strong, right?"
"Of course, not many people can catch the two thunderbolts from Brother Chen."
"But the opponent is an assassin, isn't he good at restraining mages?"
"Is Senior Brother Chen so confident?"
The old man laughed and said:
"Restraint also needs to be used in different situations. The arena is so small, and the stick is useless even if it is invisible."
"Senior Brother Chen Fan's thunder can cover the entire arena."
"I see. I understand."
At this time, the two people on the field had already greeted each other.
Park Jung-ju also knew that the other party came up angry, so he became much more cautious.
As soon as the game started, he immediately went invisible and waited for his opportunity.
But Chen Fan obviously wouldn't give him this opportunity.
"Heaven punishes all things! Thunder is coming!"
“BOOM!!”
Silver-white lightning appeared out of nowhere above the ring.
Two thunder dragons rushed towards the arena.
"Oh my god, Senior Brother Chen used his ultimate move at the beginning. Is he planning to kill the opponent with one strike?"
“So cool!”
Looking at the two galloping thunder dragons on the ring, everyone's eyes widened.
Park Jung-joo was losing blood rapidly at this time, and he could have just jumped out of the ring and admitted defeat.
But his mission was not yet completed. The order he received was to force the opponent to use important skills or injure the opponent.
Thinking of this, Park Zhengzhu became ruthless and released his shadow assassination skills again.
However, the same trick can only catch the opponent by surprise.
Chen Fan was prepared for this. The moment the shadow behind him moved, a thunder shield appeared on Chen Fan's body.
The damage caused by Shadow's slash was successfully avoided by the Thunder Shield.
"Hmph, I found you!"
Although Park Jung-joo did not show up, Chen Fan had already locked onto him through subtle changes in his Heavenly Punishment skill.
"Die!"
"Thunder Explosion Technique!"
In a corner of the ring, a thunder ball suddenly appeared and then exploded with a bang.
The thunder in the corner spread out violently.
"Senior Brother Chen has found the other party!"
"This strike is solid. Even if the opponent doesn't die, he will be seriously injured!"
After the thunder slowly dissipated, an old man appeared there, with a shivering figure huddled behind him.
The old man was Jin Teddy, who came on stage at the last minute when he saw that the situation was not good.
"Hmm? Fuck, does this old dog still have any shame?"
"Why does he get on the stage?"
"The Korean martial arts spirit is really disgusting."
"If he can get on the ring, then we can get on too! With so many of us, who's afraid of whom?"
Song Ming looked at Jin Taidi on the stage and said coldly:
"Mr. Jin, what do you mean?"
"How dare you interfere in the competition among the juniors?"
There was a surge of energy in Song Ming's hands.
Jin Taidi cupped his hands and said, "I was really helpless just now, please forgive me."
"If I hadn't taken action, my student would have definitely died from that blow just now."
"So, please forgive me, Master Song."
Song Ming didn't buy his tricks at all.
"Mr. Jin, you were the one who proposed the unprotected competition. Do you want to go back on your word?"
Jin Taidi shook his head and said:
"Of course not. To express our apology, we volunteer to remove one person. What do you think?"
Song Ming didn't want to agree, but Chen Fan on the stage said:
"Master, agreeing to him will only result in a small loss of mana."
"Tell them to send more people up, I'll take them all!"
Chen Fan was full of vigor at this moment, and his image in everyone's mind was instantly elevated a lot.
"Senior Brother Chen Fan is so domineering, a role model for our generation!"
"Yeah, these sticks can't afford to lose by playing dirty, but we are not like them."
"Brother Chen Fan, come on! You can take them all on by yourself!"
Looking at the cheers from the audience.
Chen Fan smiled slightly.
Isn’t this the purpose of spiritual practice?
Today's battle is worth it no matter what.
