The black-robed elder represented the officials and announced the end of the hundred-win challenge.
This action immediately caused the spectators to be unhappy.
In some areas, boos could be heard.
Many people could see that the arena officials were having trouble holding on and wanted to stall for time so that they could deal with Zhao Feng.
"As expected of the captain," Li Yunya sighed in his heart.
In the corner of the arena:
"Thirty wins in a row, and he defeated his opponent in one move every time. If it wasn't for the officials stopping him, it would be possible for him to win fifty to sixty in a row. "
Ye Moyu was slightly dazed.
Even he didn't have the ability to fight until the officials stopped.
"Tomorrow then."
Zhao Feng's figure flashed as he returned to Li Yunya's side.
Wherever the two passed, they attracted the attention of the spectators.
Zhao Feng could faintly feel the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord's gaze.
The Eternally Sealed Palace Lord had the highest cultivation here, and being a half-step King, his gaze contained immeasurable Intent.
Zhao Feng didn't purposefully avoid the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord's gaze.
Boom!
Facing the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord's gaze, Zhao Feng's soul shook, and he felt as if he was a mortal fighting against a god.
The Eternally Sealed Palace Lord's gaze contained limitless power.
It was as if a single thought was enough to shake the heavens and change the world.
"After all, he's a half-step King and has a portion of the intent of a Void God Realm King. His soul has almost surpassed the limits of his physical body and is one with Heaven and Earth."
Zhao Feng murmured in his heart.
Up until now, he had only seen the tip of the iceberg about the power of a Void God Realm King.
"This brat's soul is also extremely strong."
The Eternally Sealed Palace Lord was surprised.
Amongst the spectators, the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord's estimate of Zhao Feng's strength was the closest to the truth.
The Eternally Sealed Palace Lord couldn't help but be interested in the hundred-win challenge tomorrow.
On the same night.
Zhao Feng returned to the inn and went into seclusion to recover.
Today's battle had given him a new understanding of his state of existence and the power within his body.
He spent the entire night adapting, comprehending, and digging out his own power.
The next day.
In the Void Ocean Arena, there was a hubbub of voices and enthusiasm.
Compared to yesterday, the number of experts who came to watch the battle today had doubled.
News of Zhao Feng winning thirty matches in one go had already spread throughout the Void Ocean Spirit Palace.
"Let's open the bet!"
In the arena, there were professionals who set up bets.
The bets on Zhao Feng's winning streak were divided into five bets: sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, and one hundred wins.
Among them, the odds of 100 consecutive wins were the highest, 1: 30.
In other words, as long as they bet on Zhao Feng to win 100 consecutive victories, they would be able to earn 30 times the profit.
However …
No one had achieved a hundred consecutive victories in the past hundred years.
The arena officials were unscrupulous in their methods to prevent the birth of a hundred consecutive victories.
Therefore, very few people would bet on a hundred consecutive victories.
Among them, there were more people who bet on sixty or seventy consecutive victories.
However, if Zhao Feng won more consecutive victories, such as 80 consecutive victories, those who bet on 60 or 70 consecutive victories would also lose money.
"I bet on myself, one million superior-grade Primal Crystal Stones."
A calm voice came from the back of the crowd.
One million superior-grade Primal Crystal Stones!
Some of the people who had placed their bets were stunned.
One million superior-grade Primal Crystal Stones wasn't a small sum. It could almost buy an Earth-Grade weapon.
One had to know.
One superior-grade Primal Crystal Stone could be exchanged for ten thousand normal Primal Crystal Stones, not substandard Primal Crystal Stones.
One million superior-grade Primal Crystal Stones was equivalent to ten billion normal Primal Crystal Stones!
Si!
Even the person who set up the bet jumped in fright.
Everyone looked over and saw that the person who had placed the bet was none other than Zhao Feng.
Li Yunya snickered and also bet tens of thousands of superior-grade Primal Crystal Stones on Zhao Feng.
"Hmph!"
The Elder in black mockery appeared on his face.
"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng! Zhao … "
Under the enthusiastic atmosphere, Zhao Feng walked onto the stage.
In a corner of the arena.
Ye Moyu's eyes flashed coldly as he focused on the battle.
"The thirty-first match of the hundred-win challenge."
The judge announced.
The thirty-first match.
The opponent was a late-stage Small Origin Core Realm male in white.
"So fast! He sent out a late-stage Small Origin Core Realm for the first match."
Many people exclaimed.
Some of the people who placed their bets became cautious.
"Zhao Feng, don't think about winning against me, Jiang Zile."
A faint smile appeared on the white-robed male's face.
Weng ~ ~
The white-robed man waved his hand, and an ancient cyan iron book floated in front of him, emitting a faint rainbow light.
Shua!
A brush with a green handle appeared in his other hand.
"It's Scholar Heaven Joy!"
"So, it's Scholar Heaven Joy, Jiang Zile. Twenty years ago, he was ranked third in the Eternally Sealed Islands Zone, and he came from the two-star power Sky Joy Castle …."
In the arena, some people suddenly cried out involuntarily as they recognized the origins of the white-clothed man.
"Interesting."
Zhao Feng couldn't help but reveal an interested expression.
There were countless types of cultivation in the Fan Universe, and most of them had disappeared in the river of time.
The book and brush in Jiang Zile's hands were both low-grade Earth-Grade weapons.
"Break!"
Zhao Feng's figure flashed and appeared in front of Jiang Zile. He was like an ancient beast as he punched out with a faint purple aura.
"So fast! This aura …! "
Jiang Zile felt a terrifying aura that suppressed his blood and True Yuan.
"Nine Word Metal Book!"
Jiang Zile didn't panic. The cyan iron book in his hand suddenly unfolded in front of him. A layer of ancient cyan glowing page blossomed with colorful light that was hundreds of meters wide. Mysterious characters that were difficult to understand appeared on the page.
Boom!
The azure page started to crack after Zhao Feng's punch landed, but the mysterious words on it gave off an aura of righteousness that quickly repaired the azure page.
"Prison of Earth!"
Jiang Zile took a few steps back and swung the brush in his hand, drawing blue-golden lines in the air.
Hmm?
Zhao Feng's expression changed when he found that the illusory azure lines formed a golden prison that bound him.
"As expected of the Scholar Heaven Joy!"
Outside the arena, some experts couldn't help but cheer.
The prison formed by the azure lines was like a solid prison that continuously compressed the area where Zhao Feng was standing.
"Very interesting … but it ends here."
Zhao Feng's expression dimmed slightly as he suddenly raised his hand and condensed a wisp of purple lightning. It was pure and sharp, and it condensed into an ancient purple claw.
Purple Destruction Wind Lightning Claw!
The purple claw was only a few feet long, but it was solid and gave off a thunderous sound.
Bam! Crack!
The claw of a destructive lightning dragon tore through the air, and an aura that could destroy all things swept toward him, causing his soul to tremble.
"Not good …!"
Jiang Zile cried out involuntarily. He watched as his "Prison Drawing Ground" was torn to pieces like a piece of paper.
Boom!
The destructive lightning dragon-like claw sent Jiang Zile flying hundreds of meters away.
Plop!
When he landed on the ground, black smoke came out of Jiang Zile's body, and he looked like a piece of charcoal.
Thirty-first win!
Zhao Feng won the first battle of the day.
Cheers broke out. Zhao Feng's battle-power was as strong as ever.
"Even Jiang Zile, a Small Origin Core Realm with perfect offense and defense, lost just like that."
The elder's expression changed slightly.
He sent Jiang Zile to fight today because he wanted Zhao Feng to have a hard fight. At the very least, Zhao Feng wouldn't be able to win so easily.
However:
Zhao Feng's strength still exceeded his expectations.
"In order to conserve True Yuan, I can't fight for long."
Zhao Feng murmured.
His goal was to win one hundred battles in one go.
After that:
Zhao Feng's opponents were at least at the middle-stage Small Origin Core Realm, and most of them were at the late-stage Small Origin Core Realm.
However, none of them were stronger than Jiang Zile.
Zhao Feng increased his speed and offense, and every time he attacked, he could easily defeat normal late-stage Small Origin Core Realms.
Boom!
Bam! Bam!
On the arena, the challengers were sent flying by Zhao Feng one after another.
Sometimes, to save time, Zhao Feng would fight several at once.
Thirty-five wins … forty wins … forty-five wins …
Less than two hours later:
Zhao Feng had completed fifty wins in a row.
This meant that he had completed half of the hundred-win challenge.
The spectators were all dumbfounded as they watched with rapt attention.
What was even more shocking was that:
Zhao Feng hadn't used much True Yuan from the start of the battle.
His attacks mainly relied on the use of speed, the eruption of physical strength, and a bit of Veritable Essence to win in one move.
This was especially so in terms of speed.
Up until now, no one had been able to fight against Zhao Feng in terms of speed.
"Sixty wins in a row!"
The spectators in the arena had too much to take in. They were afraid that they would miss a fight if they were distracted.
Because:
The speed at which Zhao Feng finished his battles was just too fast.
After sixty wins, Zhao Feng's opponents became stronger and stronger.
Towards the end, half of his opponents were at the late-stage Small Origin Core Realm.
Only a small portion of them could be compared to the skeletal Division Leader and Li Yunya.
The powerful opponents in the arena were all elites of the same generation from the various domains and even some two-star sects.
All sorts of strange bloodline abilities and endless secret techniques were extremely difficult to deal with.
Luckily:
Zhao Feng's body had absorbed the aura of the Ancient Dream Realm, so his every attack was like an ancient beast that suppressed many bloodlines.
This suppression was comparable to Jiang Fan, who had the bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races.
"The seventieth battle."
The main judge let out a breath and announced.
"Zhao Feng, your opponent is me."
An elegant man that was as dark as the night appeared on the stage.
Ye Moyu!
The crowd broke out into discussion.
His opponent this time was Ye Moyu, the one who had won 100 times in a row.
"Hmph! As the loser, Ye Moyu definitely doesn't want a nameless person to win a hundred times in a row. "
The Elder snickered coldly.
"Begin!"
Ye Moyu immediately took action as soon as the judge announced.
Ye Moyu didn't want to be on the defensive after seeing how Zhao Feng pushed back his opponents.
"Void Sky Curtain!"
Ye Moyu's figure flickered and disappeared into the darkness around him.
In the darkness, Zhao Feng's vision was restricted, so he couldn't see where Ye Moyu was.
Void Sky Curtain was the domain of Ye Moyu's bloodline power.
Before this, no one had been able to break through Ye Moyu's bloodline secret technique. If it wasn't for the fact that he had used up all his True Yuan, he wouldn't have lost.
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