Chapter 13
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"It's Situ Ning!"
"The Desert College's Peak Middle Stage Step Dust Realm Situ Ning!"
"Half a year ago, he dominated the arena for an entire month and defeated all the Martial Disciples in the same realm!"
"Almost all the Martial Disciples in the same realm as him couldn't last more than 20 moves against him! The only one who could last more than 20 moves against him was Xuan Bing! "
The purple robed man's appearance caused all the Martial Disciples in the audience to exclaim. A year ago, he broke through to the Peak Middle Stage Step Dust Realm. In just half a year, he was appointed as the Desert College's Peak Middle Stage Step Dust Realm Vice Principal!
Who else could achieve such a result?
That invincible figure from half a year ago was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind. His reappearance shocked everyone!
Compared to everyone's exclamations, Xuan Bing frowned.
"What do you mean?" Xuan Bing looked at the purple robed Situ Ning with indifference and disgust.
She hated Situ Ning's arrogant gaze.
Half a year ago, Xuan Bing accidentally lost to Situ Ning and Situ Ning had the same gaze. Now that Xuan Bing lost to Ye Fanchen, Situ Ning still had the same gaze. It was as if his gaze was constantly saying, "Xuan Bing, you're trash! Xuan Bing, you're trash! "
"What do you mean? Hmph, you're a loser! You're a loser that's still kneeling after being beaten! "Situ Ning laughed coldly and said directly. His face was full of ridicule.
"Situ Ning, don't go too far!" Xuan Bing's gaze was cold to the freezing point. Her anger rushed from her heels to her head as she gritted her teeth.
The entire arena was silent. For some reason, the reporter didn't say anything. The atmosphere was heavy.
Situ Ning and Xuan Bing looked at each other. Their eyes were filled with anger, igniting the air in the arena. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. It was as if the two were going to fight in the next moment and reenact the battle from half a year ago.
In the audience, A White-bearded Old Man and the black robed man saw this scene. However, they weren't interested in whether or not the two were going to fight.
"Vice Principal, do you think we can let Qing Yun and Situ Ning fight?" The black-robed middle-aged man revealed an intriguing smile as he spoke to A White-bearded Old Man beside him.
"I can let him fight again, but I don't think we should send Situ Ning. Although Qing Yun hid his strength in the last battle, Situ Ning is still the number one peak middle stage Step Mortal Realm cultivator that I personally picked. Qing Yun might not be able to handle him. "
A White-bearded Old Man casually scratched his left rib and shook his head. "Although I've never seen this little guy called Qing Yun before, I can tell from his essence qi that he just reached the peak of the Step Dust Middle Stage not long ago."
"Situ Ning, on the other hand, broke through to this realm a year ago. Half a year ago, he was already invincible in the same realm. Now that half a year had passed, Situ Ning's strength had only increased. The battle between the two is unfair. "
"This Qing Yun is also a good seedling. We can ask Ximen to test his strength …"
The white-bearded old man continued, but he stopped halfway. His eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the arena. His eyes were filled with confusion.
On the stage, Ye Fanchen, who hadn't said a word, didn't leave. Instead, he walked towards the number one peak middle stage Step Mortal Realm cultivator that everyone respected.
"Do you want to fight? I want some level two demon cores. "Ye Fanchen raised his eyebrows and expressionlessly said to Situ Ning.
Situ Ning ignored this guy, but this guy actually took the initiative to challenge him!
Do you want to fight?
I want some level two demon cores!
How was this a challenge? This was treating Situ Ning as a demon core workshop that provided level two demon cores!
The Martial Disciples in the audience didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They were all speechless. Even the white-bearded old man and the black-robed middle-aged man were no exception.
"This Qing Yun is really … Hahaha." The black-robed middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh. He really understood Qing Yun's thoughts. "Doesn't he know that Situ Ning is the number one peak middle stage Step Mortal Realm cultivator in the Desert College?"
"Hehe, I'm starting to like this junior more and more. Interesting. Let's let these two have a go." A White-bearded Old Man smiled. "His talent is not bad. It's not bad to let Situ Ning break his spirit. Let's see how many rounds he can last against Situ Ning. "
The two mocked, but they didn't have any ill intentions. They had already thought about it. As long as Qing Yun was in danger, they would save him.
S 'Q'
"I'll fight?" Situ Ning sneered as if he heard a joke. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he retorted, "Fight! Beat you until your teeth fall out! Beat you until your parents won't recognize you! "
With that, Situ Ning charged towards Ye Fanchen without another word. He wanted to finish off Ye Fanchen with a lightning fast attack.
But just at this moment, Ye Fanchen called for a halt.
"Why are you so impatient? The bet hasn't been set yet and you're already fighting?"
Ye Fanchen frowned. He was unhappy. The reason he came to the arena was for the rank 2 demon core. If he didn't have it, he wouldn't be bothered to fight with these guys.
However, his words, which he thought were justified, startled everyone.
"Bet? He's going against the number one peak middle stage Step Mortal Realm cultivator, Situ Ning. Does he think he can win? "
"This guy thinks he's strong after defeating Xuan Bing. He doesn't know that Situ Ning and Xuan Bing aren't on the same level!"
"I had a good impression of this guy before, but now it's all gone. He's a bit arrogant, but this is too arrogant!"
All the Martial Disciples in the audience were disgusted by Ye Fanchen's words. Even A White-bearded Old Man frowned.
"You think you can beat me?" Situ Ning's lips curled into an extremely contemptuous smile as he said disdainfully, "What do you want to bet?"
"Two rank 2 demon cores!" Ye Fanchen said.
He felt that winning one by one was too much of a hindrance, so he bet everything he had.
"Five!" Situ Ning sneered and took out five blood red rank 2 demon cores from his interspatial ring, "Since you want to bet, then bet big!"
"I only have two on me."
Although Ye Fanchen's heart skipped a beat, he still shook his head and said.
He couldn't understand how these guys could have so many resources.
"You don't even have five demon cores, what's the point of betting?"
Situ Ning sneered and said in a snobbish manner.
At that moment, a voice sounded.
"I'll pay for these five demon cores!"
It's Xuan Bing!
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