Chen Feng had attracted a lot of hatred. The Martial Emperors on the stage were all gnashing their teeth and glaring at him angrily.
Lu De coughed dryly and said loudly, "Let me announce the rules of the competition. There is only one rule. No lethal weapons are allowed. Don't go too far. Everyone, listen …"
His voice stopped abruptly. Xiao Luo, who had been silent, suddenly appeared on the stage with a whoosh as if he had teleported. Lu De, who had been speaking, was shocked.
After appearing on the stage, Xiao Luo finally understood the rules of the competition that Lu De had announced. He casually swung his left hand behind him. The Long Dao was like a flying sword, traversing dozens of meters and landing on the ground beside Ghost. The scabbard was inserted five or six centimeters into the ground, and the entire sword stood upright on the ground.
This was not to show off. The Long Dao only recognized him as its master. Ghost could not hold it. Otherwise, he would have thrown it directly to Ghost.
No one noticed the Long Dao. They only noticed the strange movements he had used on the stage.
"This young man is so fast. Even I could not see his movements clearly."
Lu De's old eyes were filled with fear. He looked at Xiao Luo from head to toe and could not help but mutter to himself.
The other Martial Emperors who were participating in the competition were also looking at Xiao Luo in shock. They could not help but feel that there was a strong energy in this guy. Of course, most of the spectators could not tell what was going on.
"Hey, hey, hey. A Martial Master dares to join in the fun? He's overestimating himself."
"Everyone wants a Heaven Grade Divine Weapon. In order to obtain a Heaven Grade Divine Weapon, this fellow must be crazy."
"Let's see how he dies later. A Martial Master and a Martial Spirit. Two idiots!"
The spectators below the stage kept mocking Xiao Luo and Chen Feng.
Chen Feng's companion was smiling. His face was filled with confidence, and he looked at the spectators as if they were fools.
At that moment, the Martial Emperors on the stage came to their senses. The skinny middle-aged man sneered, "Are all Martial Masters and Martial Spirits so arrogant now? Any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to compete for a Heaven-level magic weapon! "
Xiao Luo and Chen Feng ignored his mockery.
Chen Feng walked over to Xiao Luo and feigned civility as he said, "Brother Xiao, your true cultivation should not be that of a Martial Master. Otherwise, you would not be standing here. Am I right?"
Xiao Luo only wanted the Time-Space Bracelet now. He had no interest in talking nonsense with these irrelevant people. He directly said to the Martial Emperors and Chen Feng who were standing on the stage, "I want the Time-Space Bracelet. All of you, get down!"
His voice was very soft, but it carried a commanding tone that did not allow anyone to disobey.
Once these words were spoken, the entire square quieted down, and then fell into an uproar.
"F * ck, is this guy trying to defy the heavens?"
"He's just a mere Martial Master. Who gave him the courage to speak to a Martial Emperor like that?"
"Crazy, he's definitely crazy. He wants a Heaven-grade divine weapon so badly that he's lost his mind."
"Where did this guy come from? Are you trying to be funny? "
"If it's a joke, then it's actually quite successful because he made me laugh. Hahaha …"
The people below the stage all sneered. In their eyes, Xiao Luo was a fool who did not know his place.
"Laugh all you want. You'll all be dumbfounded later," the Duck Emperor said to himself as he dug his nose in Ghost's pocket.
Ghost did not say anything. After obtaining the Phantom Dancer, she was so happy that she had a smile on her face.
The Martial Emperors on the stage all thought that they were hallucinating. How could a mere Martial Master dare to speak to them like that?
"Kid, what did you say?" the skinny middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and scolded Xiao Luo, suppressing his anger.
"Wasn't what I said clear enough? I want the Time-Space Bracelet. All of you, get down from the stage! "Xiao Luo looked straight into his eyes and said in a neither servile nor overbearing tone. He was determined to get the Time-Space Bracelet.
Hiss …
The people around them could not help but gasp. They thought to themselves, 'This kid must be crazy. How dare he say something like that?'
Sure enough, the skinny middle-aged man was enraged. A powerful aura exploded from his body. The solid stage, with his feet as the center, began to collapse.
"Die, brat!"
His voice was like a thunderclap, and many of the onlookers were shaken.
The skinny middle-aged man turned into a ray of green light and rushed toward Xiao Luo like a bolt of lightning. Then, he threw a punch at Xiao Luo's face. At the same time, Xiao Luo's True Inner Force began to circulate on its own, forming an invisible shield around him.
The fist and the invisible shield collided violently.
BOOM!
An earth-shattering sound resounded on the platform, and a powerful and powerful energy storm erupted. The surging power pushed the surrounding crowd back two to three zhang. Many people fell on their backs, and the scene was in chaos.
The other Martial Emperors and elders of the Dwarf Tribe immediately flew into the air. They hovered in the air and watched from afar.
Chen Feng's reaction was not slow either. He retreated like a bolt of lightning and leaped off the ground a few times. He was at least six feet away from the stage. In the middle of the stage, the energy was surging. The wind was howling, and it was as if he was in the middle of a hurricane. His hair was dancing uncontrollably, and dust was flying everywhere. He could not even open his eyes for a while. This meant that the skinny middle-aged man had used at least 70 to 80 percent of his strength.
"Ah!"
At that moment, there was a scream of pain.
The skinny middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying backward as if he had been rammed by a bull. After he fell to the ground, he coughed up another four or five mouthfuls of blood. It took a lot of effort for him to stay upright.
Slowly, the raging energy storm subsided, and so did the wind!
On the stage, there was a pit that was half a meter deep. Xiao Luo stood in front of the pit like an iron pillar. At that moment, his figure gave people a feeling that he was unreachable. His True Inner Force flowed around him, and it was as if there was a divine power around him. He was like a king who looked down on the world.
The entire arena was so silent that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. Everyone's eyes were wide open as they looked at the unreachable figure on the platform in disbelief. Their breathing became extremely labored as chills ran down their spines. It was obvious that the skinny middle-aged man had been defeated. He had lost to this guy who seemed to be a Martial Master in just one move.
How terrifying!
How was this possible?
The skinny middle-aged man looked at Xiao Luo with deep fear in his eyes. He had clearly taken the initiative to punch him, but he was the one who had been sent flying. The most terrifying thing was that this guy had not moved at all. He had only used his aura to return all the power of his punch to himself.
How could there be such a monster in this world? His opponent did not look very old. Could it be that he had already reached the level of a Martial Grandmaster?
It was not only him. The Martial Emperors who were hovering in the air, as well as the elders of the Dwarf Clan, could not remain calm. They all looked at the figure standing on the stage, who was neither servile nor overbearing, in horror.
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