"Why haven't you left yet? Quickly go and monitor Zhou …"
Murong Zhenjie suddenly froze. "He's going to the arena, could it be that …"
"That's right, he might be preparing to challenge you, but this is also an opportunity." Zhou Shaoyu suddenly laughed.
"What opportunity?" Murong Zhenjie asked anxiously.
"You are an alchemist, do I still need to tell you?"
After listening, Murong Zhenjie showed a look of sudden realization, and then he walked out ecstatically.
"Zhou Yang, your death date has arrived."
County Arena.
After Zhou Yang's arrival, the originally deserted County City Arena became lively.
"Zhou Yang, what are you doing here?" The disciple representing Murong Zhenjie frowned.
"Of course I'm here to challenge." Zhou Yang said as he walked up the arena.
"Hmph, I'm representing Young Master Murong. Have you thought of the consequences of challenging him?" The disciple said arrogantly.
"Scram, let Murong Zhenjie accept the challenge."
Zhou Yang couldn't be bothered with this person.
"You … you are courting death, you are courting death."
The disciple immediately got off the arena, but before he could take a few steps, he saw Murong Zhenjie had already arrived.
"Senior Brother, this Zhou Yang wants to challenge you? How audacious."
"I understand."
Murong Zhenjie smiled coldly and leaped onto the stage.
"Zhou Yang."
Upon seeing Zhou Yang, Murong Zhenjie gritted his teeth. His eyes seemed as though they could spit out fire.
"I've already said that our matters are not over yet." Zhou Yang coldly laughed.
"Hmph, in the alchemy competition, you won because of luck. But in the martial dao, I, Murong Zhenjie, am afraid that you won't come." Murong Zhenjie confidently said.
"Is that so? Then listen carefully. You lost in alchemy, you will also lose in the martial dao. And this defeat, you will never be able to recover."
O%?
After speaking, Zhou Yang took out his greatsword.
"Haha … Zhou Yang, seems like you don't know that today is your doomsday."
Murong Zhenjie also took out his longsword, unwilling to be outdone.
"Astral Soul, appear!"
With a cold shout, Murong Zhenjie directly released his Astral Soul.
This was an Astral Soul that resembled a pill cauldron. Waves of heat radiated from it.
"Heavenly Works Astral Soul, Murong Zhenjie is truly a genius in the Dao of Alchemy."
"That's right, it's said that not only does this Astral Soul allow one to achieve twice the results with half the effort in alchemy, it also has an innate talent in controlling flames."
"No matter what abilities they have, as long as it's a high-grade Astral Soul, ordinary people wouldn't be able to match up to it. Although Zhou Yang's Astral Soul is stronger, the disparity between his Astral Souls and high-grade Astral Souls isn't that great."
Murong Zhenjie, who was on the stage, had already made his move.
The powerful flames turned into fireballs and shot towards Zhou Yang.
Based on Murong Zhenjie's aura, he deduced that Murong Zhenjie's cultivation base should be at the Martian Seventh Level.
It seemed that Murong Zhenjie's cultivation level was higher than his, but it was clear that Murong Zhenjie did not put too much effort into martial arts.
Thinking of that, Zhou Yang did not want to waste any more time. He swung his sword and three flaming swords appeared in the sky.
Flaming Greatsword Sword Qi.
In an instant, the gravity increased by seven times, and all the fireballs fell to the ground. Murong Zhenjie couldn't help but be startled, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes. Then, he quietly took out a medicinal pill from his storage ring.
"Raging Fire Body!"
Intense flames engulfed Murong Zhenjie, and under the cover of the flames, he swallowed the medicinal pill.
Then, a powerful aura spread. Be it Zhou Yang or the spectators, they all felt that Murong Zhenjie's cultivation level was increasing rapidly. In an instant, he reached the Martian Ninth Level.
"Ninth Level. What's going on?"
"This should be some kind of secret skill."
"As long as he didn't consume the Flood Martial Pill, secret skills are not against the rules."
Using secret skills like martial arts techniques was not against the rules. However, the Flood Martial Pill was not allowed in the genius battle.
Zhou Yang smiled. He had consumed the Flood Martial Pill before, so he naturally knew that this was the medicinal pill that Murong Zhenjie was using. However, he didn't expose him.
Now that his cultivation level had reached the Ninth Level, Murong Zhenjie's confidence soared, and he quickly adapted to the powerful gravity. The huge fireball in front of him shrank under the continuous compression.
Swoosh …
At the same time, Zhou Yang's three flashes of sword Qi shot out and bombarded Murong Zhenjie's fireball.
Rumble …
Flames scattered in all directions, and Murong Zhenjie was forced to retreat a few steps. However, he quickly stabilized himself.
"Haha … Zhou Yang, you can't beat me. You can't beat me …"
The sword Qi had been broken, and Murong Zhenjie seemed to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Once again, he gathered flames on the Black Tortoise Sword and stabbed it at Zhou Yang.
However, at this moment, the gravity around him suddenly disappeared. Murong Zhenjie felt that his speed had suddenly increased, and the joy on his face deepened.
"Thousand, Jun, Break!"
Gravity gathered on the long sword, and in the next moment, Zhou Yang lifted the huge sword.
Bang!
The terrifying sword collided with Murong Zhenjie's long sword, and Murong Zhenjie was directly sent flying off the arena.
However, immediately after, Zhou Yang's figure appeared in front of Murong Zhenjie. Then, he grabbed Murong Zhenjie and brought him back to the arena.
"You …"
Murong Zhenjie, who had steadied himself, was stunned. Then, he smiled again. "I know. You're regretting it and want to sue for peace?"
"How sad." Zhou Yang shook his head and sighed.
"What did you say?" Murong Zhenjie shouted coldly.
"I said that you're sad. Too sad. Even now, you still think that I will sue for peace … You're wrong. I don't want to sue for peace. The reason why I brought you back to the arena is because once you leave the arena, you will lose."
Murong Zhenjie and the surrounding crowd frowned. They did not know what Zhou Yang meant.
If he left the arena, he would lose. However, wasn't the purpose of attacking the arena to defeat the arena master?
"It seems like you still don't understand. In that case, let me explain it to you a little more clearly." Zhou Yang's expression suddenly turned cold. "If you lose, I won't be able to attack you anymore. You won't follow the terms of the bet and destroy your own cultivation, so I have to let you stand on the stage. Do you understand now?"
"Wh … What bet? That's a fabrication, a fabrication."
After saying that, Murong Zhenjie rushed towards Zhou Yang. With his Level 9 Martian realm cultivation, he did not believe that he had no chance at all.
However, the truth was that he had no chance at all.
He had cultivation and strength, but his combat strength was pitifully low.
"Murong Zhenjie, your good days have come to an end."
With a low shout, a blazing scarlet flame surged out of Zhou Yang's hand.
In an instant, the scarlet flame wrapped around Murong Zhenjie's body. In less than three breaths, Murong Zhenjie's entire body was completely ignited.
With his life on the line, Murong Zhenjie rolled out of the arena. A few of his subordinates hurriedly extinguished the flames. At the same time, Yu Ding rushed over with Zhou Shaoyu and the rest.
"Zhou Yang, how dare you!" Yu Ding shouted and helped Murong Zhenjie up.
"Master, my Dantian, my Dantian …"
Murong Zhenjie clutched his abdomen. It was already charred black.
"Ah …"
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