Both Ye Jixin and Lei Zhenting were greatly shocked.
The two of them stared at each other and didn't move for a long time. The shock in their hearts wasn't small at all.
"Who is the Eight Arms Demon General that you two are talking about?" Mr. Ma couldn't help but ask when he saw their expressions.
The two of them instantly regained their senses.
Ye Jixin said, "The Eight Arms Demon General Zurz is a general-level dark apparition from the Eight Arms Demon Race!"
At this moment, it was Mr. Ma's turn to open his eyes wide.
After hearing the identity of the Eight Arms Demon General, his mind seemed to have been struck by lightning. He felt that it was extremely unbelievable.
"Wang Teng snatched the weapon of a general-level elite … Hehe, this joke isn't funny at all." Mr. Ma laughed dryly.
"It shouldn't be wrong. Old Ye, look. The words' Mo Que 'are on the weapon. It's the name of the Eight Arms Demon General Zurz's weapon." Lei Zhenting took a deep breath and said.
"It's true!" Ye Jixin looked into the distance. The vision of a general-level elite was extraordinary. He immediately saw the words' Mo Que 'on the weapon and confirmed it immediately.
"Then how did he snatch it?" Mr. Ma asked in disbelief.
"Who knows!" Ye Jixin shrugged.
"This kid is a little unpredictable." Lei Zhenting sighed.
…
While the crowd was discussing this matter endlessly, the atmosphere in the arena seemed to have solidified.
Then, Wang Teng said, "Continue slashing. Slash to your heart's content. Even if you break it, you won't have to compensate me. Really, I'm not lying to you!"
Zhao Yuanwu: "…"
He looked at the weapon in front of him and felt an inexplicable sense of helplessness.
MMP！
How can I slash this!
The next moment, Zhao Yuanwu was furious. He felt that he was being toyed with and attacked even more ferociously.
He had a limited time to use his secret technique. He had to end the battle quickly.
Bang bang bang!
Wang Teng fought with Zhao Yuanwu with the divine weapon, Mo Que, in his hand. Rumbling sounds could be heard continuously.
Soon, Zhao Yuanwu realized that the battle sword in his hand had cracked.
Every dog has its day!
This time, it was his turn.
Zhao Yuanwu's expression changed slightly. He knew that he couldn't fight recklessly anymore. He quickly retreated and panted slightly. "You should be proud to be able to force me to this extent."
Boom!
Terrifying saber momentum erupted, and flames filled the sky.
A huge flaming saber light soared into the sky. It was at least ten feet high.
The spectators stared at the ten-foot long saber gleam, their hearts filled with horror, and their faces filled with shock.
Wang Teng's expression was calm. No one noticed that there seemed to be flames burning in the depths of his eyes.
A flaming saber was ready to be unsheathed!
At this moment, Zhao Yuanwu was bathed in flames. He was like a son of fire, holding a saber in his hand. He looked majestic and insufferably arrogant.
Big Dipper Flaming Saber!
He suddenly swung his saber, and a saber aura of ten feet long descended from the sky. Flames shrouded the sky and engulfed Wang Teng.
"Wang Teng is in danger!" Everyone was shocked and thought to themselves.
Lin Chuhan bit his lips and clenched his fists so tightly that they turned white.
"A low-grade Heaven-tier Battle Skill!!!" Peng Yuanshan abruptly stood up from his seat and stood at the edge of the spectator stands as he looked down.
…
Boom!
At this moment, a terrifying aura erupted from Wang Teng's body. Flames rose to the sky and spiraled upwards.
Clang!
Amidst the flames, a flaming saber gleam seemed to be slowly unsheathed from its scabbard.
The saber gleam soared into the sky!
The flames from Zhao Yuanwu's side were all absorbed into the saber gleam, becoming nourishment for the saber.
If Zhao Yuanwu was the son of fire, then Wang Teng was the king of fire.
Wherever the king passed, all would bow their heads!
Clang!
The sound of the saber being unsheathed became even more deafening.
Saber intent!
Flaming saber intent!
At this moment, Wang Teng no longer hid his strength and released his flaming saber intent.
It seemed to take a long time, but in fact, it only took a few breaths.
Just as Zhao Yuanwu's saber gleam was about to strike his head, Wang Teng finally moved.
In an instant, the flaming saber intent that had been brewing for a long time was completely unsheathed. The terrifying saber gleam swept across the sky …
Zhao Yuanwu's saber gleam was instantly destroyed.
Everything returned to silence.
…
Silence!
The surroundings were completely silent!
It was as if the flames and saber gleam in the arena had never appeared. Only the saber marks on the ground and the charred marks could prove what had just happened.
Everyone was deeply shocked and could not recover for a long time.
Huff!
Someone heaved a sigh of relief. Then, the entire Dragon's Den seemed to have come alive, and an uproar rose into the sky.
"This is unbelievable!"
"Is a real martial artist this terrifying?"
"Can a human really make that kind of attack?"
…
In the resting area of The First Academy, Ji Xiuming watched the entire battle. At first, he did not pay much attention to it. Later on, he started to pay more attention to it. Now, he was shocked. He could not help but sigh. "Saber intent!"
Even he had to pay attention to Wang Teng.
Beside him, Mao Na could not help but touch the back of her head. She said in surprise, "He's actually so powerful! It seems like I didn't lose for nothing. "
Yu Tao's face was slightly pale, and he felt bitter. He had wanted to teach Wang Teng a lesson in the arena to avenge Mao Na.
Now, it seemed like he was lucky that God did not give him such a chance. Otherwise, he would have died a horrible death!
He had lost to Zhao Yuanwu, and Zhao Yuanwu had also lost completely to Wang Teng!
He had lost to Zhao Yuanwu. What right did he have to teach Wang Teng a lesson?
On the other side, Ren Qingcang was expressionless. After watching the battle, a trace of gloominess flashed across his eyes. He immediately snorted.
On the second floor of the spectator stand, Ye Jixin was amazed. "This kid has comprehended saber intent at such a young age. How shocking. Sigh, I regret it. If I had known, I would have let him represent Jixin Martial House."
"Save it. He will definitely represent Huanghai Military Academy. Why would he choose you?" Lei Zhenting said sarcastically.
"Even so, he's still a member of Jixin Martial House. An SSS-grade contract. It shows that I have foresight. Unlike you, all of you are so stingy. You even feel the pinch for an SSS-grade contract," Ye Jixin retorted, not to be outdone.
…
Chairman Ma, who was at the side, did not know whether to laugh or cry when he saw the two big shots quarreling like aunties at a wet market.
In the arena, Zhao Yuanwu's body was covered in wounds. He was covered in saber wounds. In an instant, a large amount of blood spurted out.
Pfft!
He spat out a mouthful of blood. As if he had gone crazy, he could not believe what had happened. He shouted, "How is this possible? How can I lose to a clown like you? This is impossible …"
The saber in his hand had been broken. He staggered, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat. He rushed toward Wang Teng and waved his broken saber without any pattern. His expression was mournful. One could see how big of a blow this defeat was to him.
"Why do you have to do this?" Wang Teng placed one hand behind his back and shook his head. His eyes were filled with pity.
When Zhao Yuanwu got closer, he slowly pulled out the hand behind his back.
In his hand, there was a golden brick that dazzled everyone's eyes.
"Stop!" A voice came from the spectator stand.
Wang Teng was slightly stunned. However, he immediately smashed the brick without hesitation.
Bang!
The brick hit the face!
He did not hit anywhere else but the face.
Bang, bang, bang …
After a while, Wang Teng slowly stood up. He flicked his hair and let out a long sigh. "Phew, I have not liked you for a long time!"
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