Zhao Yuanwu was sent flying by Wang Teng's saber and landed on the ground.
However, the force of the impact pushed him back.
Chi!
Zhao Yuanwu made a prompt decision and stabbed his saber into the ground. Sparks flew from the friction as he took three steps back. Finally, he stopped himself.
Puff!
He spat out another mouthful of blood.
His expression was terrible as he looked down at the saber mark on his chest.
This scene was so familiar. It was the same when he killed Han Zhu. Wang Teng was giving him a taste of his own medicine!
"Hahaha …" Zhao Yuanwu laughed in a low voice.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
He raised his head abruptly and looked at Wang Teng. There was an evil red glow in his eyes. "I've underestimated you."
Wang Teng looked at Zhao Yuanwu. His eyes flashed slightly.
He didn't sound like a loser. Could it be that Zhao Yuanwu still had some tricks up his sleeve to turn the tables?
"What other tricks do you have? You can use them all. I'll make you admit defeat," Wang Teng said calmly.
"Ha!" Zhao Yuanwu laughed sinisterly. "I was planning to save this for Ji Xiuming and Ren Qingcang. Now, I can only use it on you."
As he spoke, the red glow in his eyes intensified. His Blood Qi surged and became tangible. His veins bulged and wriggled like small snakes.
"This is …" Wang Teng frowned.
At this moment, Zhao Yuanwu looked like he was using a special secret technique to stimulate his potential.
Wang Teng knew about this kind of secret technique before. However, it had serious side effects. The minor side effects would be a loss of Blood Qi and Force depletion, which would take a long time to recover. The more serious side effects would be … the meridians would be broken, and one's potential would be damaged. It was equivalent to cutting off one's future path of martial arts.
However, the greater the side effects, the greater the benefits. For example, one could instantly unleash strength that was several times greater than one's own!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Explosions sounded from Zhao Yuanwu's body. His muscles expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The wound on his chest was squeezed, as if it had healed and disappeared. The blood on the wound was evaporated by the terrifying high temperature, instantly disappearing.
This scene was also clearly seen by everyone through the big screen. Many people cried out in surprise.
Especially ordinary people, they had never seen such a situation. Zhao Yuanwu was clearly very weak when he was hit by Wang Teng's saber. Why did he suddenly seem like he had been injected with chicken blood? His aura was even stronger than before, which made people feel extremely incredulous.
"Zhao Yuanwu hasn't completely failed yet. He seems to have used some kind of secret technique. His strength is even stronger than before. Can he turn defeat into victory?"
On the second floor of the spectator seats, the expression of Heaven Essence Sect's sect master, Zhao Zhixing, changed slightly and he could not help saying, "Yuanwu is too impulsive! Even if we lose this match, there will still be the revival match. There is no need to use our sect's' Brutal Blood Secret Technique 'now! "
"This situation can't be blamed on Yuanwu. Who would have thought that Wang Teng would pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger? He has such powerful strength, but he is willing to hide it. How can Yuanwu be willing to be defeated by him?" The third elder of Heaven Essence Sect said.
"It's inevitable for young people to be competitive. Yuanwu's life has been too smooth for the past few years. Now that he has lost, his mentality will definitely be unstable," another old man said. This person was the second elder of Heaven Essence Sect.
"There are too many genius martial artists in the various famous schools. Not to mention Ji Xiuming and Ren Qingcang, just Wang Teng alone is extremely amazing. In today's society, the school system is the right way to go. Our sect is still outdated." Zhao Zhixing could not help but sigh.
The second and third elders looked at each other in silence.
In the arena.
Boom!
A terrifying aura exploded from Zhao Yuanwu's body.
"Here! I! Die! Come! "
Zhao Yuanwu exploded. He was so angry that his hair stood on end. He charged towards Wang Teng in large strides. His heavy footsteps caused the floor of the arena to shake.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Wang Teng and slashed down with his saber.
Chi!
The flames on the saber distorted the air as it burned. One could see how high the temperature was.
Wang Teng's eyes flashed slightly as he raised his saber to block. However, Zhao Yuanwu did not give up. He slashed his saber again and again, forcing Wang Teng to retreat. Clang!
Clang! Clang!
The two sabers collided and sparks flew everywhere.
Wang Teng could clearly see that the saber in Zhao Yuanwu's hand was getting chipped. There were even cracks on it. It looked like it was about to be destroyed.
"Such a fierce slash and such a clean counterattack. Zhao Yuanwu's saber is in his hand, and we can only see his afterimages. Wang Teng seems to be in a disadvantageous position. Is he really going to turn the tables?" The commentator, Zhang Jun, said.
"Wang Teng's situation doesn't look good!" The other commentator, Su Xiao, said.
As soon as he finished speaking.
A crisp sound suddenly came from the big screen.
Crack!
In the next moment, the audience saw that the saber in Wang Teng's hand was cut in half by Zhao Yuanwu. It shattered into pieces and scattered all over the ground.
"Let's see how you're going to block it now!" Zhao Yuanwu's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity as he slashed his saber at Wang Teng, who was wide open.
Many of the audience could not help but close their eyes when they saw this.
Lin Chuhan's face turned pale. He did not expect such an accident to happen when it was clearly a sure-win situation.
Peng Yuanshan, who was on the second floor of the audience seats, opened his eyes slightly and stared at the scene in the arena.
The audience held their breaths and was very worried for Wang Teng.
Clang!
At this moment, a muffled sound came from the arena.
The sound was as if the saber had hit an extremely heavy iron plate!
But … this was not right!
Zhao Yuanwu was stunned. He looked in front of him and saw that an extremely black giant weapon had appeared in Wang Teng's hand.
The audience also reacted and looked at the arena.
Then, they could not help but look at the weapon.
"What, what is this?"
The audience, like Zhao Yuanwu, looked at the extremely strange weapon in a daze.
It was like a saber and a sword, extremely huge!
How could there be such a strange weapon?
It was so flashy!
"This is … Demonic Patterned Black Gold!!"
At this moment, many of the big shots present could tell what this weapon was.
It was actually a divine weapon made of Demonic Patterned Black Gold!!
And it was such a huge piece!
Many of the big shots in the audience could not help but swallow their saliva, their eyes shining.
F * ck!
What a waste of God's gift!
Such a huge piece of Demonic Patterned Black Gold was enough to forge several ordinary weapons. Now, it was only used to forge the strange weapon in Wang Teng's hand. What a waste!
"Why do I feel that this weapon is a little … familiar?" Ye Jixin, who was on the second floor of the audience seats, muttered to himself.
"Have you forgotten about the battle a year ago? The weapon of the Eight Arms Devil General Zurz seemed to look like this," Thunder Dojo's master, Lei Zhenting, said subconsciously.
After saying that, he suddenly reacted. His eyes widened and he looked at Ye Jixin.
"F * ck, this kid snatched the weapon of the Eight Arms Devil General?!!"
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