Alright, I'll bet with you guys! "
When Jin Siming, Heng Tianlin, and the others heard Zi Yao's reply, their faces were filled with smiles of success.
Although they didn't know where Zi Yao got the courage to bet with them, they knew very well that they would definitely win this bet.
"To dare to bet with us, all of you are truly courageous! However, you will definitely lose this bet! "
Jin Siming picked up his teacup and took a sip as he spoke with a smile.
"Both sides will send out three youths of the same cultivation to participate in the competition. Two out of three, do you have any objections?"
At this moment, Heng Tianlin from the Heng Yun Sect sneered.
"Choose your people!"
Zi Yao's expression was ice-cold as she spoke indifferently.
The corners of Heng Tianlin's mouth curled up slightly. He turned around and asked the many Heng Yun Sect disciples behind him, "In the first battle, which one of you is willing to teach this group of natives a lesson?"
"Me!"
Many of the Heng Yun Sect disciples answered in unison.
"Sect Master, I'll go! My younger brother, Bai Yu, died at the hands of these natives! "
A white-clothed, cold-faced young man took a step forward.
He looked to be around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. His tall and slender figure was wrapped in a white robe. He held a white longsword in his hand, and he gave off a carefree and elegant feeling.
His name was Bai Lan, and he was Bai Yu's older brother. Amongst the many disciples of the Heng Yun Sect, he could be considered an outstanding talent. His strength was extraordinary, and he was much stronger than Bai Yu. He was a nine star quasi-Martial Saint.
"Alright, the first match will be fought by Bai Lan!"
Heng Tianlin looked at Bai Lan and nodded in satisfaction.
"Shua!"
Bai Lan took a step forward. Her body was as light as a swallow as she steadily landed on the stage. The longsword in her hand quietly unsheathed and pointed at Zi Yao and the others. A domineering and arrogant voice came out of her mouth, "I, Heng Yun Sect's Bai Lan! I beg for death! "
Seeking death!
This guy actually used the word 'seeking death'!
It was simply arrogant to the extreme.
His arrogant attitude and condescending insolence were completely revealed at this moment, causing many people to feel extremely displeased in their hearts.
"Which one of you is willing to go first?"
Zi Yao coldly stared at Bai Lan with her brows slightly furrowed. At this moment, she turned around and asked everyone behind her.
Bai Lan was a Nine-star Prospective Martial Saint who was close to entering the Martial Saint Realm!
This kind of strength was enough to be considered top-notch among the entire younger generation on Earth.
After all, there were not many experts on Earth who had reached the Martial Saint Realm, let alone the younger generation.
"Damn!"
Hearing Zi Yao's words, a young man with a cold and solemn expression took a step forward and spoke resolutely.
He looked to be in his twenties and had short hair. There was a heroic spirit between his brows, and he was tall and had a strong aura. He was very extraordinary.
His name was Fang Yi, and he was Golden Lion Antonio's grand-disciple. At the same time, he was also an instructor in the Xia Nation's military. He had the rank of Senior Colonel and specialized in Henglian Dao. At a young age, he was already an Eight-star Prospective Martial Saint. With his powerful physical strength, he could even fight Martial Saints.
"Okay, Fang Yi, you go!"
Looking at Fang Yi, who had stepped out of the ranks, Zi Yao lightly nodded her head.
Fang Yi's strength was very stable, and he cultivated a body that was extremely difficult to deal with. It wouldn't be a problem for him to deal with that fellow called Bai Lan.
"Yes sir!"
Fang Yi nodded his head lightly. He exerted force through his feet and a terrifying force exploded out. It was as if a giant green wolf king had charged out like lightning and landed on the stage.
"Earth …"
Fang Yi cupped his fists towards Bai Lan and spoke in a very magnanimous manner.
"There's no need to announce your name. I'm not interested in knowing. In my eyes, you Earthlings are a bunch of natives, a bunch of trash!"
However, before Fang Yi could finish his words, he was interrupted by Bai Lan's cold and disdainful words.
When his words fell into the ears of the people present, they could be said to be incomparably furious.
This guy was too arrogant. He actually dared to call them earthlings trash.
"F * ck, kill him!"
"General Fang Yi, kill him!"
"F * ck him, he's too arrogant!" "Give him a taste of your power …"
"This bastard is too arrogant. If I wasn't injured, I would have rushed up and killed him!"
Many of the onlookers could not help but curse at this moment.
"I will make you remember my name!"
Fang Yi stared coldly at Bai Lan and said coldly.
"The first round of the competition, begin!"
As the referee's voice rang out, the battle between Fang Yi and Bai Lan finally began.
"Boom!"
A terrifying aura spread out from Fang Yi's body. Like a giant green wolf king, he waved his sharp claws and launched a frenzied attack at Bai Lan, leaving behind afterimages that filled the sky on the stage. It could be said that he was extremely ferocious.
"Ding ding ding …"
However, in the face of Fang Yi's powerful and ferocious attack, Bai Lan did not panic at all.
She only waved her sword in defense.
The longsword collided with Fang Yi's fist, producing a dull and crisp sound.
Fang Yi's Way of Horizontal Refinement was very strong, and he had cultivated his physical body to an extremely terrifying level. Bai Lan's longsword slashed at his body, causing dazzling sparks, but not even a mark was left.
He did not use any weapons at all, because every joint in his body was a fatal martial skill.
It was as if he had transformed into the most primitive of beasts. His hands, elbows, claws, fists, legs, and head were all sharp weapons that could injure people. He attacked Bai Lan continuously, and the people around him felt their blood boil with excitement.
At this moment, Bai Lan was completely suppressed by Fang Yi, and the longsword in his hand could not be used at all.
"Origin Missile Fist!"
As Fang Yi shouted, a bright light erupted from his fist, like an atomic bomb that was about to explode. He waved it and smashed it towards Bai Lan, landing on his chest.
"Bang!"
"Puchi!"
A dull sound of collision rang out. As if struck by lightning, Bai Lan spat out a large amount of black blood, and his entire body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.
"Roar!"
"Good!"
"Well fought!"
"Kill that son of a bitch, kill that bastard!"
Seeing this scene, the surrounding people all had faces full of excitement and excitement as fanatical shouts came out of their mouths.
However, Zi Yao, Ye Sifeng, Wang Xiaoshuai, and Golden Lion Antonio were frowning. Their eyes were filled with seriousness, and there was not the slightest bit of joy.
"What a powerful punch. Even a Martial Saint would be severely injured by this punch. What a pity …"
Heng Tianlin sneered.
"What's a pity?"
Jin Siming, Yan Sen, and Ao Tianjiao asked in confusion.
"It's a pity that he's just a native of Earth and doesn't have the support of a bloodline. As for Bai Lan, he comes from Planet Bai Lan and is a member of the Bai Family. The blood of the Bai Family flows in his body, and he possesses the power of the Bai Family's bloodline …"
Heng Tianlin said with a sneer.
"Planet Bai Lan?"
Hearing Heng Tianlin's words, a trace of shock flashed in the eyes of Jin Siming and the others.
The people of Planet Bai Lan were brave and skilled in battle. They had a fanatical bloodline for battle, and the Bai Family's bloodline was the most typical representative. They were able to turn their injuries into battle strength, greatly increasing their combat strength.
"That kid is finished!"
Thinking of this, Jin Siming looked at Fang Yi with a gaze filled with coldness and cruelty.
They knew that the kid was dead for sure.
The moment he sent Bai Lan flying with a punch, a cold light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes. His entire body's aura erupted, and a layer of golden flames ignited on the surface of his body. It was as if he had turned into a noble and ferocious golden lion, and he charged towards Bai Lan with a sharp killing intent.
An even more dazzling light lit up on his fist. It was like a lion's head roaring towards the sky as it bit towards Bai Lan.
This was one of Fang Yi's strongest attacks, the high-grade Heaven Rank Martial Skill, Golden Lion's Fury!
"Alright!"
Seeing Fang Yi's even more powerful punch, the crowd cheered. It was as if they could see the arrogant Bai Lan dying miserably under Fang Yi's fist.
"Cough cough …" A mere native actually forced me to such a state, I have truly underestimated you! However, if you think you can defeat me like this, you are too naive! "
Bai Lan stabilized her body and raised her head to look at Fang Yi, who was swinging his iron fist at her. A scarlet light flickered in her eyes as cold words came out of her mouth.
"Battle bloodline, power of fanaticism, open for me!"
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As Bai Lan's words fell, the injuries on his body instantly healed. The aura on his body actually became even stronger, and he instantly broke through the quasi-Martial Saint level and reached the Martial Saint level.
His entire body surged with a bloody light, and the moment Fang Yi's fist smashed towards him, he suddenly rushed out, one hand firmly grabbing Fang Yi's fist, blocking his attack, while the other hand smashed into Fang Yi's chest at lightning speed.
"Bam bam bam!"
The sound of bones breaking and internal organs exploding rang out.
Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding people, Fang Yi's powerful aura instantly collapsed. A large amount of black blood and shattered internal organs sprayed out of his mouth. His entire body was like a cannonball as he fell towards the stage with his back facing the ground.
"BOOM!"
However, Bai Lan had no intention of letting Fang Yi go. He rushed out like lightning and appeared in front of Fang Yi just as he was about to fall onto the stage. His right knee carried a terrifying force as it struck Fang Yi's back, causing a dull sound to erupt.
Under the terrifying knee strike, Fang Yi spat out a large amount of blood as his body flew uncontrollably towards the horizon.
"Die!"
Killing intent surged in Bai Lan's eyes. She leaped into the air above the flying dagger and her right leg chopped down like a battle axe, smashing onto Fang Yi's body.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking rang out as Fang Yi's body smashed towards the ground like a falling cannonball.
At this moment, he was undoubtedly severely injured and powerless to continue fighting!
However, Fang Yi was also a ruthless person. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body. He reached out with both hands and tightly hugged Bai Lan's leg.
Then, he used all the strength in his body to grab him and fall towards the outside of the stage.
"Damn it, let go of me!"
Sensing Fang Yi's actions and intentions, Bai Lan's expression changed. She let out an angry curse as she waved her fists and continuously smashed them onto Fang Yi's back.
However, no matter how he attacked, Fang Yi refused to let go of him!
"F * ck!"
In the end, the furious Bai Lan pulled out the long sword from her waist and stabbed it into Fang Yi's body.
"Puchi …"
A large amount of blood sprayed out of Fang Yi's mouth, but he still hugged Bai Lan tightly, unwilling to let go!
Even if he died, he would never let go.
He couldn't lose face for his master!
He couldn't lose face for the Sovereign King Palace!
He couldn't lose face for China!
He couldn't lose face for the people of Earth!
"Bastard!"
Bai Lan stabbed her sword into Fang Yi's body once again.
Fresh blood spurted out of Fang Yi's mouth, dyeing his clothes red, as well as Bai Lan's clothes red.
However, not only did Fang Yi not let go of him, he even hugged him tighter.
Looking at this scene, looking at Fang Yi who was hugging Bai Lan tightly, unwilling to let go, everyone present fell silent.
Even the eyes of many people on Earth became moist. They clenched their fists tightly, not allowing their tears to flow.
They knew that Fang Yi could have admitted defeat and not suffered such a serious injury.
However, he didn't. Instead, he risked their lives.
It was for no other reason than to fight for the dignity of this group of Earthlings.
"These damned bastards!"
Mad Demon Lin Feng, Saint Devil Derek, and Qing Tian clenched their fists tightly as angry curses came out of their mouths.
Fang Yi's master, Golden Lion Antonio, clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
"BOOM!"
Under everyone's gaze, a dull sound of collision rang out. Fang Yi, who was carrying Bai Lan, finally fell to the ground.
The powerful force created a deep crater on the ground, causing dust to rise into the air.
A large amount of blood flowed out from Fang Yi's body.
"It's a draw!"
The referee coldly announced the result of the match.
"Bastard!"
Bai Lan cursed angrily and turned to leave.
"Fang Yi, how are you?"
"Brother Fang, are you alright?" "Brother Fang!"
"Instructor Fang, how are you?"
The experts of the Sovereign King Palace and the Xia Kingdom quickly surrounded Fang Yi and helped him up.
"Cough cough …" Don't worry... I... I won't die yet.
"Fang Yi's face was pale as he replied weakly.
"Puchi …"
As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fainted.
Very quickly, Fang Yi was sent away by the paramedics.
Although Fang Yi had risked his life in the end to achieve a draw, no one present was happy.
In a way, they had lost!
"I have no choice but to admire your courage and determination. However, this will not change your outcome. You will definitely lose! "Ming Tian, the second round will be yours!"
Jin Siming snorted disdainfully as he spoke with an indifferent expression.
"Yes sir!"
As soon as Jin Siming's words fell, an extremely cold young man dressed in a blue and black robe with a snake-shaped pattern imprinted on the left side of his face took a step forward and steadily landed on the stage.
This fellow's name was Ming Tian, and he was one of the most outstanding disciples of the Supreme Soul Sect. He possessed the strength of a nine star Quasi-Martial Saint, and his soul force was especially terrifying and powerful.
"Which one of you will go for the second round?"
Zi Yao's expression was ice-cold as she asked in a deep voice.
"I'll go!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
Just as he finished speaking, many powerful voices sounded out from behind her.
"Let me go!"
"No, I'll go!" I can't stand these bastards anymore! "
At the same time, Mad Demon Lin Feng and Qing Tian spoke up without hesitation.
Zi Yao's gaze slowly swept across the crowd before finally landing on Mad Demon Lin Feng and Qing Tian. She fell into a long silence.
That guy called Ming Tian was a little strange. She didn't have much confidence in letting the others fight.
"Senior Zi Yao, let me go!"
Seeing this, Qing Tian said with a determined expression.
After transplanting the external soul bone, his fighting strength had greatly increased. Although he was only a seven star Quasi-Martial Saint, his fighting strength was comparable to a Martial Saint.
Zi Yao looked at the determined Qing Tian, pondered for a moment, and then nodded her head.
"Qing Tian, you go!"
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