"Defeating a martial artist at the peak of the late stage of the True Martial Realm is worth a million high-grade Spiritual Crystals."
Currently, Ning Yue only had over 20,000 pieces of high-grade essence crystals on him. The one million pieces of high-grade essence crystals in the one-eyed man's hands was definitely a timely help to him.
As long as he could get one million high-grade Spiritual Crystals, Ning Yue could try to break through the Cyclone Division. Once the Cyclone Division was successful, his strength would increase by leaps and bounds!
"Ning Yue!" Grabbing Ning Yue's arm, Lu Wei looked worried.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine."
Ning Yue patted Lu Wei's shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. With a leap, he jumped onto the seventh deathmatch arena.
Swoosh!
On the deathmatch arena, the one-eyed dragon didn't expect Ning Yue to be so daring and actually dare to come up. Immediately, his expression was somewhat gloomy, "If you want high-grade Origin Crystals, we'll have to see if you have the ability!"
"Speak!" As soon as he spoke, the one-eyed man stomped on the ground and his body turned into a blur. In an instant, he arrived in front of Ning Yue.
Whoosh!
Then, the one-eyed man used his iron-like palm to attack Ning Yue's head.
"Netherworld Samsara Palm!" Facing the one-eyed man's powerful attack, Ning Yue's lips curled up. He stood still and did nothing.
"Die!"
As his palm approached Ning Yue, a sinister look appeared in the one-eyed man's eyes.
It was as if he could see Ning Yue being killed!
Buzz!
In the blink of an eye, the one-eyed man was only three centimeters away from Ning Yue's head.
Just then, Ning Yue raised his eyebrows. The Spiritual Qi in his body gushed out and gathered on his palm.
"Go!"
As he shouted, a powerful Spiritual Qi surged out of his palm.
"Not good!"
Feeling the powerful Spiritual Qi on Ning Yue's palm, the one-eyed man's face changed. He did not dare to delay and immediately retreated.
Puchi!
However, the speed at which he retreated was obviously slower by half a beat. Ning Yue's palm had already arrived in front of him, and then it collided with his palm unavoidably!
The enormous force that came from his palm caused One-eyed Dragon to suddenly spit out a mouthful of dark red blood, and his face became extremely pale.
After defeating the one-eyed man in a single move, Ning Yue's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared before the one-eyed man. "Hand over your storage pouch, and I can consider sparing your life."
"Damn it! Damn it! You're actually this strong! "
One-eyed Dragon had never expected Ning Yue to have such a strong performance.
From the battle between Ning Yue and Sun Song just now, One-eyed Dragon judged that Ning Yue's strength wouldn't be too strong. Now it seemed that Ning Yue had held back at that time.
"Blunder, truly a blunder." One-eyed Dragon's face was ashen. Although he did not want to hand over the storage pouch to Ning Yue, he had no choice but to lower his head under the eaves. He could only flick his sleeve and throw the storage pouch to Ning Yue.
Swoosh!
After receiving the storage pouch, Ning Yue checked the number of high-grade Spiritual Crystals in it, and then threw the storage pouch into his storage ring.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Just as Ning Yue put the storage pouch into his storage ring, a few sounds of clapping rang out, and then a huge fat man walked out from the last deathmatch stage with narrowed eyes.
This huge fat man came to Ning Yue's side, clapped his hands, and said with a smile, "As expected of Ning Yue. You're really strong. You defeated a martial artist ranked fourth on the deathmatch list with a single move."
Looking at the fat man in front of him, Ning Yue frowned slightly, and asked doubtfully, "You know me?"
"Hehe, Ning Yue, ranked 90th on the Innate Combat List." With a faint smile, the fat man said, "You killed a martial artist in the True Martial Realm when you were only at the middle stage of the Innate Realm. In Tianxuan City, who doesn't know of your powerful performance?"
Ning Yue's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that the fat man was a higher-up of the deathmatch arena, or else he would not know his identity.
"Deacon Pang!"
Beside him, Ge Fei's face was a little ugly, and he said in a deep voice, "Let go of my father and sister!"
"It's not impossible to let go of your father and sister." Deacon Pang shook his bucket-like body, and said indifferently, "But you should know that in order to save people from the deathmatch arena, you have to fight two deathmatches and win."
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Just as Deacon Pang finished his words, two figures suddenly appeared. One landed on the eighth deathmatch stage, and the other landed on the ninth deathmatch stage.
"Swift Dragon Wu Lei! Whirlwind Kick Hong Tai! "
Looking at the two martial artists on the deathmatch stage, Ge Fei's face turned ashen, and he could not help but clench his fists.
As someone who had been in the deathmatch arena for a long time, Wu Lei and Whirlwind Kick Hong Tai were no strangers.
This was because the two of them would appear on the deathmatch stage every once in a while, and they would fight with martial artists from all over the world.
Wu Lei and Hong Tai's cultivation was not too high, and they were both in the late stage of the True Martial Realm. However, they were extremely powerful, and they had even defeated martial artists at the peak of the True Martial Realm!
Some people guessed that if the two of them were to challenge the deathmatch list, there was a high possibility that they would be ranked in the top three.
Gritting his teeth, Ge Fei said, "I will fight with them!"
Waving his hand, Deacon Pang said, "You are not their match, and you will die if you go up. How about this, let Ning Yue go up and fight with them."
"What do you think, little friend Ning Yue?" Deacon Pang turned around and asked Ning Yue.
"What if I say no?" Ning Yue said calmly.
"Hehe."
Not answering Ning Yue's question directly, Deacon Pang's eyes narrowed even more. Immediately, the Yuan Qi in his sea of consciousness burst out and suppressed Ning Yue.
"The aura of the peak of the True Martial Realm." With his eyes slightly narrowed, Ning Yue directly mobilized the Yuan Qi in the six cyclones, attached them to his palm, and casually threw them out.
Chi Chi!
The Yuan Qi in each cyclone of Ning Yue was equivalent to that of a martial artist at the peak of the middle stage of the True Martial Realm. Now that the four of them moved together, they directly blocked Deacon Pang's aura.
"Deacon Pang, a simple fight is a bit monotonous. Why don't we add some stakes?" After blocking Deacon Pang's aura, Ning Yue said.
Deacon Pang was a little shocked that Ning Yue could block his aura, but that was all. After all, he did not reveal all of his aura.
In his opinion, if he revealed all of his aura, Ning Yue would not be able to gain any advantage.
Rolling his eyes, Deacon Pang said, "Of course there's a stake. As long as you can defeat Wu Lei and Hong Tai, I can give you two million upper-grade Yuan Crystals, but …"
Speaking until here, Deacon Pang paused for a moment, and then said, "If you fail, I don't want your upper-grade Yuan Crystals, just your head."
Whoosh!
Hearing this, Ge Fei and Lu Wei's expressions changed, and their eyes were filled with shock.
His head?
Didn't that mean that if Ning Yue lost, he would lose his life!
"It seems that my head is quite valuable. Two million upper-grade Yuan Crystals is not a loss."
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