Fighting intent overflowed from Mo Ling's eyes as he forcefully pushed back with his left leg. The massive inertia caused the joints of his leg to slightly buckle, causing a crisp crack to ring out. It appeared as though his leg had been dislocated in an instant. However, his body had already stabilized.
In an instant, his chaotic internal energy was forcibly restored to its original state. With his Soul Power accumulating for the second time, his palms drew a unique arc in the air.
Mo School — Cloud Expelling Palm!
He had used his ultimate combat technique. However, this time, he was beaten even more miserably. The thick and heavy palm imprints in the air were easily pierced through by the red glow, appearing as though they were no substance at all.
BANG!
Crack crack crack crack!
A loud bang rang out, followed by the sounds of bones dislocating and breaking. Mo Ling's arms had been smashed apart, with his elbow bones piercing through his skin and sticking out from his elbow joints, revealing a dense bone colour. A few drops of cold sweat dripped down from Mo Ling's forehead as he fell backwards. His head smashed violently against the hard ground. However, at the instant his head hit the ground, a layer of tortoiseshell scales instantly covered it, forming a helmet and neck protector.
Bang!
A huge crater was smashed into the ground by the hard 'head'. Unexpectedly, Mo Ling didn't care about it at all. Making use of the momentum to flip backwards, he gave a fierce kick with his legs.
Without hands, his legs left a series of afterimages in the air, appearing just like a gigantic sickle as he chopped horizontally towards Mo Ling.
Mo School — Divine Wind 18 Kicks!
The air currents in the air surged as the whip kick chopped down with boundless might. Frankly speaking, only such an opponent would be able to force Grai to do such a thing. Grai could not help but feel some admiration for Mo Ling. Only such a person was worthy of a genuine fight with him.
With his strongest power, he paid his respects!
The blood flowing restlessly within his blood vessels started to boil like boiling water, while the blood-coloured mist around his body instantly reached its limit. In an instant, his speed and strength increased explosively. In an instant, a fist covered in a thick blood-coloured mist had already reached Mo Ling's face, while his raised whip kick was still in the air.
It's over.
Boom!
All of a sudden, an intense heartbeat rang out.
Grai felt his heart violently jolt, as though something had suddenly grabbed hold of it. His boiling blood instantly froze, while his entire body appeared to have been struck by lightning, causing him to come to an abrupt halt.
BANG!
The heavy leg arrived first, smashing fiercely against Grai's defenseless head. Puff …
Blood gushed out from Grai's seven apertures. At this moment, the terrifying power of his Blood Race bloodline burst forth, stimulating Grai's strength. His originally stiff and congealed blood instantly slowed down, allowing him to send a punch out.
The two figures crossed each other in the air and separated. Boom!
Two large pits were smashed into the ground, and the rumbling sound of the earthquake reverberated in all directions. The entire arena shook violently, and the place where the two landed was filled with smoke and dust.
This …
The laymen in the audience might not be able to see the instant when Grai's attack had stopped. However, even if they could see it, what could they do?
Countless people at the scene stood up and looked at the two of them nervously … Were they going to perish together?
The two of them had already suffered injuries of varying degrees. Even though they had been recovering quickly and had displayed absolute combat strength, they both knew that this so-called 'recovery' was just a special response during wartime, forcefully suppressing their injuries.
The two of them had obviously risked their lives in that last attack. Their already injured bodies had to endure such a terrifying blow …
Hualala …
The audience did not have to guess for too long. After 1 or 2 seconds of silence, the sound of gravel sliding quickly rang out, as a shaky figure crawled out from the deep pit.
It was Grai!
Despite his face being covered in blood, he had already shakily stood up. His incomparably pale face caused people to feel that even a gust of wind could knock him down.
However, when they looked over, Mo Ling had already sunk into a completely unconscious state, and was unable to stand up!
4th duel, Tianjing, Grai, victory!
After a brief moment of silence, the entire arena finally exploded with a bang. Frankly speaking, the Tianjing fans had already been on tenterhooks for the entire match. The Mo Family could be said to have done everything they could in this CHF, with Mo Ling being known as the strongest offensive and defensive prowess other than those two freaks, Mo Wen and Wang Zhong. Regardless of his personal strength or the counter tactics he had displayed, all of them had already caused the Tianjing fans to feel despair.
However, they had actually won in the end! They had actually won in an inconceivable fashion!
This was Tianjing, a squadron that continued to create miracles, a squadron that would never disappoint anyone!
Tears brimmed in the eyes of countless fans, while the screams of the female fans instantly filled the entire arena!
"Ah ah ah ah! Blood Race prince! My Grai! "
"I don't want to give birth to monkeys! I want mixed-blood babies!"
"From now on, I'm a fan! I love the Blood Race! I love the other races! Long live the other races! "
"Everyone's gone fucking crazy!"
The entire arena instantly exploded into an uproar, with various kinds of astonished discussions going on in the Skylink. Clearly, no one cared exactly what bloodline Grai had, as long as he was an ordinary person. There were times when those high and mighty people loved to control the fate of others, and use their own views to weigh the life and death of others.
However, the eyes of the majority of ordinary people were as bright as snow. This Grai was definitely the right person, and was more like a human than many others!
When the referee announced his victory, a sliver of a smile finally appeared on the face of Grai, who was barely able to remain standing. In the next instant, his eyes rolled back, before he collapsed onto the ground. As for whether it was a judgement or something else, he didn't care.
Victory!
After a brief moment of silence, the entire arena finally exploded with a bang. The Tianjing supporters had already been on tenterhooks for the entire match. The Mo Family could be said to have exhausted all of their schemes and schemes, with Mo Ling being the strongest offensive and defensive player in this CHF other than those two freaks, Mo Wen and Wang Zhong. Be it his personal strength or the counter tactics he had displayed, they had already caused the Tianjing fans to feel despair.
Fortunately, this was Grai! Fortunately, this was the mysterious Blood Race prince!
Why was it a prince? Such a handsome person definitely had to be a prince!
For the sake of obtaining victory, Grai had disregarded his life and used his Blood Race bloodline! Did he not know how dangerous that was? He knew! However, for the sake of Tianjing, for the sake of his supporters, he had long disregarded his life and death!
Tears brimmed in the eyes of countless supporters, while the screams of the female supporters instantly filled the entire arena. If anyone dared to call Grai a freak of the Blood Race, they would definitely be ripped to shreds on the spot! The negative emotions and tyranny of the Blood Race were completely absent from Grai!
Below the stage, there was a person, Milami, who should have been extremely happy. However, her face had turned pale, while her entire being appeared to be in a daze. Nevertheless, at this moment, the fanatical crowd did not notice this, and assumed that she was just feeling extremely happy.
However, this craziness and clamour only lasted for a few seconds, before rapidly cooling down.
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