Zheng Yilin's smile froze, suppressing the anger in his heart.
He had yet to settle the score with Su Yu for his affair with Xia Jingyu in bed. To think that Su Yu would be so arrogant and humiliate him in front of everyone!
Zheng Yilin smiled stiffly, "Haha, you are confident. As a martial artist, you must be confident. You are not bad at all …"
Su Yu coldly scolded, "Noisy! If you want to fight, fight now. If not, get off the stage! "
His heart was filled with the Duke of Xianyu. Every second mattered, and he could not tolerate Zheng Yilin's hypocritical politeness!
Being scolded in front of everyone, no matter how hypocritical Zheng Yilin was, he could not help but be angry!
Zheng Yilin's face turned red and green. His expression gradually turned grave, no longer concealing the coldness in his eyes. His voice was cold, "Ridiculous! Let me teach you what it means to respect others! "
He took a step forward, moving like a tiger or a dragon!
In an instant, a unique rhythm spread across the surface of his body. The light flickered, causing Zheng Yilin's body to distort. It was extremely strange.
"Five Light Ten Fists!" Zheng Yilin let out a low grunt, throwing out ten consecutive punches.
Every punch, with the support of the Holy Decree, caused the light to flicker.
Before he threw out his punch, it was clearly aimed at Su Yu's chest. But in the blink of an eye, his punch was aimed at Su Yu's arm!
Appearing and disappearing unpredictably!
Su Yu's purple robes fluttered even though there was no wind. His deep eyes had turned into a crystalline color!
As the ten punches approached, Su Yu moved!
"Tempest!" Against the Holy Decree, Su Yu only used a medium class top class cultivation technique!
Thump, thump, thump —
In an instant, Su Yu threw out ten kicks. Every kick accurately countered Zheng Yilin's unpredictable punches!
It was as if Su Yu knew where Zheng Yilin's punch was going to land, and he could see everything with a single glance.
Hence, he was able to accurately land every punch!
Rumble, rumble, rumble —
A total of ten sounds reverberated throughout the arena.
The unique rhythm around Zheng Yilin was forcefully dispersed by Su Yu!
"You, how is this possible?" Zheng Yilin's cold expression was filled with shock!
Chong Nanfei could only withstand three punches of his Holy Decree. Su Yu seemed to have seen through his Holy Decree and easily dispelled it!
Of course, he didn't know that in order to save time, Su Yu didn't hesitate to use his pupils.
Zheng Yilin's Five Lights Ten Fists were indeed mysterious and unpredictable, but if the speed was slow, how could it be considered mysterious?
Usually, in order to train himself, Su Yu would not easily use his pupils. However, now that everything was imminent, he would not miss any opportunity to fight for even a second!
Su Yu did not care about Zheng Yilin's shock. He was expressionless as he closed in on Zheng Yilin. He was still using the top class of a medium level cultivation technique.
It was more than enough to deal with Zheng Yilin!
Zheng Yilin was both shocked and furious as he roared in response!
He had only cultivated his medium level cultivation technique to Stage Three Upper Class, while Su Yu was at Top Class.
Although Zheng Yilin's cultivation level was one level higher than Su Yu's, Su Yu's body was extraordinary. Hence, after being suppressed twice, Su Yu had the upper hand!
Boom! Pa!
Zheng Yilin was forced to retreat continuously by Su Yu's attacks. Everyone was dumbfounded!
Was this still the Zheng Yilin who had repelled Chong Nanfei with a single move? In front of Su Yu, he could only take a beating!
Zheng Yilin was both embarrassed and furious. He, he was actually inferior to Su Yu!
All this while, in his heart, Su Yu could not withstand a single blow. As long as he was serious, he would naturally be able to defeat Su Yu easily. He had never taken Su Yu seriously.
However, now that they were exchanging blows, he realized that he was actually inferior to Su Yu!
The huge contrast between the past and the present made it hard for Zheng Yilin to accept the cruel reality!
Especially since he had been defeated in front of Xia Jingyu!
With just two kicks, the Ice Storm had caused Zheng Yilin to feel as if he had been fished out of a snow cellar. His entire body was covered in ice, the coldness penetrating his bones. His body turned stiff, as if he had lost his soul.
"Scram …" Zheng Yilin let out an unwilling roar, opening his mouth to let out a furious roar!
Slap —
At this moment, Su Yu's leg, covered in ice, mercilessly slapped his mouth.
Ah —
Zheng Yilin let out a pathetic cry. His open mouth was frozen stiff, unable to close. The saliva in his mouth had turned into ice, filling his mouth.
The huge force of his leg mercilessly kicked Zheng Yilin's face, pushing him off the arena!
Three moves!
Su Yu had only used three moves to fight Zheng Yilin!
Zheng Yilin was pushed off the arena, embarrassed and furious. "You …"
Su Yu's gaze was cold. "It looks like you do not have the right to give me pointers. Your Holy Decree is only so-so, not even comparable to a medium level technique."
Previously, when he had seen Zheng Yilin's Holy Decree, Su Yu had not been as shocked as the others.
He had always felt that Zheng Yilin's Holy Decree was ordinary, without any rhythm. Su Yu did not understand. Could it be because he had comprehended the Holy Decree before?
Zheng Yilin's face was burning. Previously, he had said that he would give Su Yu pointers. In the end, it was not even comparable to a medium level technique!
With a deep sense of humiliation, he subconsciously looked toward Xia Jingyu.
All he could see was her smiling calmly, looking at Su Yu on the arena. Her clear eyes were filled with admiration.
As if sensing Zheng Yilin's gaze, Xia Jingyu glanced over. She shook her head slightly, coldly withdrawing her gaze.
It was as if she was telling Zheng Yilin that his Holy Decree was only so-so, able to shatter a medium level technique. How dare he make such an unreasonable request of her?
Puuu —
His organs were already shaken, and Xia Jingyu's expression made his blood boil. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.
Zheng Yilin, the strongest fighter of the Xianyu prefecture martial arts training institute, had been completely defeated!
Countless people looked up at the purple-robed figure on the arena, deeply shaken.
"Su Yu wins!" The judge was astonished. To think that a middle-tier cultivation technique could defeat a Holy Decree. To think that such an inconceivable thing would happen right before his eyes.
Even though the audience was shocked, the people of the Sanctuary were not too surprised.
The Fiery Minister coldly commented, "There are many types of Holy Decree. There are offensive and supportive Holy Decrees. Zheng Yilin's Holy Decree distorts light to create an illusion to subdue his opponent. It is a supportive Holy Decree and is not very powerful. Once it is seen through, it is as if he is weakened. It is reasonable for him to be defeated.
As for Su Yu, he is passable. "The Fiery Minister glanced at Su Yu.
The various inspectors secretly nodded. Even though the Fiery Minister's evaluation of Zheng Yilin was a little belittling, it could not be denied that Zheng Yilin's Holy Decree was not as powerful as expected.
The Holy Decree was merely the basic requirement to become a Holy King. Too many fighters had too much faith in the Holy Decree, thinking that they would be invincible with the Holy Decree. They did not know that there were different levels of the Holy Decree.
Zheng Yilin's Holy Decree had been overestimated, or rather, he had taken it too seriously.
The referee looked at Su Yu, noticing that he was slightly weak.
Even though using the Tempest did not consume much energy, using the crystalline pupils consumed a lot of energy.
This was also why Su Yu did not use it easily. It consumed too much energy, and he could not use it unless it was a critical moment.
"Su Yu, you will be the arena defender. According to the rules, you can rest for two hours after completing a match. You now have two hours to prepare for the next match," the referee kindly reminded him.
Su Yu lightly exhaled, calming his rising and falling chest. He waved his hands and rejected, "No need!"
Walking to the edge of the arena, Su Yu looked down at the crowd.
"You, come up here!" Su Yu challenged a Level Six Lower Tier martial artist, the number one demon of a martial arts training institute from a prefecture.
Whoosh —
The opponent flew onto the arena, confident and calm, "Su Yu, everyone says you are a dark horse, but I do not believe that a dark horse like you can be stronger than me!"
"Thunder Dragon Fist!" A middle-level cultivation technique of the Upper Tier!
His fists were like dragons emerging from the sea, powerful and powerful.
A top-notch middle-level cultivation technique!
"Tempest!" Su Yu was expressionless as he faced the attack head-on!
Rumble —
Ah —
With one kick, the opponent's fists froze into ice.
With two legs, his entire body was covered in cold sweat.
With three kicks, he was knocked off the arena!
Three moves to defeat the opponent!
With a cultivation base of Level Five Lower Tier, he had suppressed a Level Six demon!
The referee loudly announced, "Su Yu, two consecutive victories!"
Su Yu's calm eyes did not waver, but he was secretly anxious!
The inspector, the Cabinet Elder's comments, the referee's recording, and the entire battle process took a full hour. The lengthy process made Su Yu anxious!
After two consecutive battles, Su Yu only had eight hours left!
As for him, he still had seven opponents, each stronger than the last!
Even though he felt that his stamina was slightly depleted, Su Yu did not have a second to rest.
"You, come up!"
The referee was surprised. After three consecutive battles, anyone would have expended a lot of energy. Why was Su Yu so anxious?
Some people started to notice that something was wrong. It seemed that Su Yu was in a hurry, giving up on his rest time!
Only the First Prince had a mocking expression, "Everything is under my control. Su Yu, watch how I play you to death!"
The third battle!
"Snake Seven Steps!
"Tempest!"
"Ah —"
Su Yu, three consecutive victories!
The fourth battle!
"I don't believe it, let's see how long you can last!"
"Tempest!"
"Ah —"
Su Yu, four consecutive victories!
The fifth battle!
"Hmph! Let me rest first. I disdain to fight with someone with weak stamina, it is an unfair victory! "
"Tempest!"
"Ah —"
Five consecutive victories!
At this point, Su Yu had already achieved five consecutive victories. He only needed four consecutive victories to become the champion of the Holy Meet and obtain the promise of a Holy King!
Now, there were only four hours left before the Duke of Xianyu would be executed!
As for Su Yu, he had expended a lot of energy. His face was pale and he was panting heavily.
The audience was incredulous. He had expended a lot of energy. The further he went, the weaker his stamina became.
Coupled with the fact that his opponents were getting stronger, Su Yu's chances of consecutive victories were getting slimmer!
"Is he crazy? He has already fought five consecutive battles! "
"I don't know, it seems like he is in a hurry."
The referee could not bear to watch and sternly scolded, "Su Yu, immediately rest for two hours!"
Su Yu waved his hands, panting heavily as he walked to the edge of the arena. He dragged his exhausted body and pointed to the sixth person, "Xia Jingyu, you and I will fight!"
He did not have time! He did not have time!
Thinking about the Duke of Xianyu's imminent execution, he was extremely anxious.
Xia Jingyu was the only one other than Su Yu who had not reached Level Six but had fought her way into the top ten.
This meant that Xia Jingyu was exceptional and her abilities were extraordinary.
Xia Jingyu's clear eyes reflected Su Yu's exhausted figure. He was clearly beginning to weaken, but he still had to force himself to continue.
His anxiety, his stubbornness, and his eagerness were all transmitted to Xia Jingyu's heart.
Was it worth it for a favor? Xia Jingyu felt that it was not worth it for Su Yu.
But in her heart, Xia Jingyu was happy to have met a friend who valued relationships as much as his own life.
Whoosh —
Xia Jingyu flew onto the arena. She stared at Su Yu for a moment and gave him a look of encouragement.
She then turned around and flew off the arena. Her face was expressionless as she returned to the preparation area.
The referee was stunned for a moment before announcing, "Xia Jingyu has voluntarily admitted defeat. Su Yu, six consecutive victories!"
Su Yu's heart was filled with warmth. He bowed deeply toward Xia Jingyu, his heart filled with gratitude.
It was Dong Lin's turn.
His eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness.
He had lost to Du Yuntian at the same time that Su Yu had defeated Chong Nanfei.
This was to accentuate that Dong Lin was inferior to Su Yu!
In particular, he noticed that the Third Prince had pinned his hopes on Su Yu. This hope should have belonged to him, Dong Lin!
The unwillingness and anger burned in his heart.
In reality, his abilities were above Chong Nanfei's.
After all, his medium level cultivation technique had been cultivated to Stage One Lower Class, while Chong Nanfei's medium level cultivation technique had only been cultivated to Stage One Upper Class.
"Su Yu! I will challenge you! I want to see how you are stronger than me! "Dong Lin suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with disdain.
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