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Chapter 673

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Just as the referee announced the start of the last round, the center of the arena suddenly turned dark. It was as though dusk had passed and night was coming.

Ning Zitong's figure became extremely faint. She wandered in this "world" as though she had returned to her own country.

Her current fighting style was the complete opposite of before. She no longer pressed forward madly. Instead, she relied on her outstanding body movements to dodge or fight in the blink of an eye, not giving her opponent a chance to catch his breath. Instead, she was like a seasoned, professional assassin. She carefully circled around, concealed herself, and patiently waited for an opportunity to strike. Her opponent wouldn't dare to let his guard down in the slightest.

This was the mainstream fighting style of the Dark Sect!

It was only then that Lou Cheng understood the real reason Lü Yan had allowed Ning Zitong to fight last. After a tough match, she was severely weakened in all aspects. In addition, she was also injured. Such a strategy was indeed the best choice to win.

No matter how tired or weak one was, as long as one still had the energy to fight, the Dark Sect martial artist could still succeed in a sneak attack and turn the tables!

In the darkness, Peng Leyun wasn't in a hurry to attack. He wasn't focused on tracking the Phantom King either. Instead, he half-closed his eyes as though he was sensing something. He turned a deaf ear to the killing shadows and illusions that appeared around him from time to time. He wasn't affected by them.

Ten seconds later, another illusionary shadow protruded. It spread its fingers and grabbed at his back.

At that moment, Peng Leyun's eyes suddenly opened. Rays of light gathered in his eyes, so bright that it was as though the sun had descended.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the surrounding darkness. The illusionary shadow faded away, revealing Ning Zitong's beautiful face.

Peng Leyun took a small step diagonally forward. He stomped on the ground, twisted his ankle, straightened his calf, and twisted his knee in reverse. He channeled his strength bit by bit, causing the muscles in his waist and back to bulge.

In this move, he used multiple methods of exerting strength. However, they were all perfectly coordinated and merged into one, allowing the explosion to converge into a torrent.

Bam! Like a giant swallowing lightning, Peng Leyun turned his body halfway, raised his arm, and threw a punch to the side, hitting Ning Zitong's Phantom Claw.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Zitong suddenly flipped her wrist. With a slight dip of her waist, she turned her grip into a support and blocked the attack. She managed to avoid the damage caused by the brute force of the attack, but she also stopped her smooth footwork.

Peng Leyun took advantage of the momentum to pull his arm back and turned to the other side. With his tall body, he released another Thor's Hammer, accompanied by flashing arcs and violent silver light!

Ning Zitong didn't have time to dodge. All she could do was lean back, clench her right fist, and lift it up to meet the punch.

Boom!

There was a loud explosion at the spot where Ning Zitong had been standing. Streaks of silvery white light flowed out. Black shadows suddenly scattered from Ning Zitong's body and flew in all directions like beautiful butterflies. They carried Peng Leyun's thunder force and power and disappeared into the distance. Strangely, almost all the power of the attack was neutralized.

Lou Cheng had seen this move before when he was fighting Dark Night Bat. It was his opponent's life-saving trump card. However, compared to Ning Zitong, his technique was still too crude and inexperienced. After the Swirling Shadows took away the enemy's strength, it even left behind an illusory figure. Wasn't that just setting himself up as a live target?

Ning Zitong, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. It was as if she had hidden in a black shadow or a butterfly. Taking advantage of the chaos, she dispersed. It was strange, strange, and demonic.

"Sister Ning lives up to her reputation as an experienced Titled Mighty One. Priest didn't play around much today. He went all out from the start. It's a complete underdog against a stronger opponent." Lou Cheng nodded. He predicted what was going to happen next based on the situation and verified his own thoughts based on the feedback.

Peng Leyun watched as the "black shadows" scattered and flew in all directions before converging into one in the distance. Peng Leyun was not disheartened at all. With a calm expression, he raised his hands and clapped inwards.

Just as Lou Cheng thought he was going to hear a bolt from the blue, the clap was a dud. It silently summoned a dark cloud that covered the area where the butterflies had gathered.

Bam! Bam! A few bolts of green lightning fell like old trees, enveloping the black shadows.

The light flickered, and the illusions distorted and dissipated. It was as if evil spirits from the gates of hell had met their natural nemesis. However, at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Peng Leyun. It was Empress Luo, Ning Zitong. Her face was covered in darkness, and her entire body was ethereal.

The butterflies that had gathered again were actually her bait!

The Ghost King lived up to his name. It was hard to tell the difference between reality and illusion. The traps and loopholes seemed to be intertwined, making it hard for the opponent to guard against.

Tensing up, Peng Leyun lowered his waist and bounced forward. At the same time, he clapped his palms together again for another clash.

Boom!

The ground exploded with a clap of thunder, causing Lou Cheng and the rest to feel a little dizzy. However, Ning Zitong seemed to have her ears blocked and her mind sealed. She didn't hear or hear anything and wasn't affected.

She was like a real ghost, floating on the light as she chased closely behind Peng Leyun, reducing the distance between them.

Bzzz! Peng Leyun pulled his palms apart, dragging out a thin purple thunder blade. Then, he twisted his waist forcefully and turned his body halfway, aiming at the enemy.

In the high-speed chase, although Ning Zitong had sensed it, she didn't dodge. Instead, she tilted her body and created a strong wind.

Pfft! The blunt knife pierced into her flesh. Purple lightning circled her shoulder and chest. Her flesh was scarred, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Her injury wasn't light. Seizing this opportunity, she suddenly shook her hair, freeing the strands of black silk from their final restraints. Like countless soft whips, they whizzed towards Peng Leyun.

She had actually turned her hair into a weapon!

Three Thousand Strands of Worry, Soul Consuming Whip of Sorrow!

Pa, pa, pa, the clothes on Peng Leyun's arms and the back of his body were torn apart, revealing streaks of blood that were beginning to swell and turn black. Meanwhile, the intense pain was like a torrent, surging towards his brain.

The Dark Sect's poisonous force was excruciating!

His scalp felt like it was being pricked by needles. Peng Leyun immediately spurted out silver-white thunder force, illuminating the area. This not only burned the poison, but also paralyzed the transmission of pain signals.

Bam, bam, bam! Bam, bam, bam! Ning Zitong didn't let her opponent off the hook. She launched a frenzied attack, as if she could capsize her opponent in the next second. Peng Leyun didn't panic. Using the "Punishment on Behalf of Heaven" or the "Nine Heavens Ensemble", he continued to use his fists and legs to defend himself.

After a tough battle, Ning Zitong couldn't attack for long. Just as she took a breather, she was immediately counterattacked. She was completely suppressed by her opponent's fierce thunder hammer. She closed in step by step, and when she finally managed to put some distance between them, she started moving again.

At this point, the battle had entered its most intense phase. One of them was poisoned, one was injured, one was slightly weaker, and one was tired. It seemed like the outcome would be decided at any moment.

Lou Cheng and the rest watched intently. Their hearts were in their mouths as they watched the battle unfold nervously. At times, they felt that Peng Leyun wouldn't be able to survive Ning Zitong's next wave of attacks. At other times, they were worried that the Ghost King wouldn't be able to break away and would be killed by her thunderstorm.

The winner would be the final winner of the day, and perhaps even the final winner of the year!

The battle on the line lasted for a few minutes. While the audience panicked, breathless, or had their hearts pounding, Lou Cheng noticed that Peng Leyun seemed to have carefully chosen every step he took. It looked like he was trying to lure Ning Zitong into the area where she would be electrocuted, but in reality, he would always slip past her by accident.

"Something's wrong …" Lou Cheng observed, recalling what happened before to look for clues.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the situation on the field suddenly changed!

Peng Leyun took a step back and stepped on the broken contact point of one of the high-voltage wires.

Bam!

All the similar points lit up instantly. The electric arcs that were supposed to be channeled to the ground leaped back in unison, exploding with the last and most dazzling light. The wires that extended to the bottom of the mountain caught fire and cut off the follow-up.

Bam! With Ning Zitong as the core, the electric arcs started to curl inwards, like petals of a lotus flower that was about to close up.

With her mysterious footwork, Ning Zitong found an opening and dodged out at high speed. However, a shadow appeared in front of her. It was the shadow of a thunder giant that connected the sky to the earth!

Peng Leyun stretched his limbs and bulged his muscles, becoming extremely tall. Using his arm as a giant hammer, he swung his fist forward under the protection of the Thunder Seals.

A gloom appeared on his fist, drawing in all the electric arcs and transforming them into an aura of destruction.

After brilliance comes eternal silence. After brilliance comes destruction!

Lou Cheng's vision darkened as he heard the sound of his heart thumping.

This Taoist brat has learned to be cunning …

He knows how to set up a deceptive formation and launch a sudden attack …

He knows how to use his ultimate move at the most opportune moment, instead of being forced into a corner …

He won't win just like that, right?

As this thought flashed through his mind, Lou Cheng suddenly saw light. Seeing light in the extreme darkness was like seeing a volcano erupting, or the sun leaping out of the clouds!

A ray of light parted the darkness. A fair, jade-like hand clenched and pressed down on Peng Leyun's fist as if it contained the world.

Rumble!

Amidst the deafening noise, the natural environment returned to the afternoon. The two figures flew backwards. Ning Zitong was in tatters, smoking, and all her muscles were spasming. Peng Leyun's arm was fractured, and blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. When he landed on the ground, he trembled and staggered.

Seeing this, Lou Cheng was stunned for a moment. He felt as if Taoist had stepped into a trap.

Sister Ning seemed to be waiting for his final attack!

Something that he comprehended from the Dark Sect and the Clear Jade Chapter of the Forbidden Sect?

Taoist didn't play around and instead fell for the trap …

At this moment, Ning Zitong managed to do a Force Concentration and lunged towards Peng Leyun. After a series of moves, she grabbed her opponent and threw him to the ground.

Bam! Dust rose and a deep pit appeared. Peng Leyun was lying in it, almost unconscious.

With her last breath, Ning Zitong formed a sword with her finger and pointed it between her opponent's eyebrows.

The referee looked from afar and quickly raised his hand.

"Round five, Ning Zitong wins!"

"The final result, Longhu Club wins!"

Before Lou Cheng could celebrate, a figure leaped out in front of him. It was Lu Yan, running and waving his fists in an exaggerated manner. He looked nothing like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

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