"Good! Straightforward indeed! "
Supervisor Pang's lips curled into a sinister smile. With a flick of his sleeve, a storage pouch appeared in his hand.
Waving the storage pouch in his hand, Supervisor Pang said, "There are two million high-grade Origin Crystals in here. Every time you win, you will receive a million high-grade Origin Crystals. If you lose, you must leave your head behind. "
"Of course!"
Leaving behind these words, Ning Yue's figure flashed and appeared on the eighth deathmatch arena.
Swift Dragon, Wu Lei!
At this moment, Wu Lei stood on the eighth deathmatch arena with one hand behind his back.
"Xiantian Full Cycle cultivation, I admire your courage." Wu Lei said calmly, "Do you know that there are already 999 Xiantian Realm cultivators who have died by my hands? You should be honored to be the thousandth."
"There are also many True Martial Realm cultivators who have died by my hands." Ning Yue shrugged noncommittally.
"Hehe, confidence is always a good thing. But sometimes, overconfidence turns into arrogance!"
With a smile, Wu Lei said, "Don't think that I'm trash like the One-eyed Dragon. I can kill him with a single hand..."
Shua!
In the next moment, before Wu Lei finished speaking, Ning Yue rose from the ground. His body turned into an afterimage and strangely appeared in front of Wu Lei.
Huala!
Origin Qi gushed out from Wu Lei's consciousness and gathered on his fist.
Then, Ning Yue's fist gradually expanded in Wu Lei's eyes. Finally, under Wu Lei's horrified gaze, Ning Yue's fist hit his chest.
Bang! Puchi!
The enormous force transmitted from his chest caused Wu Lei's expression to change drastically. His body directly retreated to the edge of the deathmatch arena before he could stabilize his body.
"Phew! Luckily, I didn't get knocked out of the deathmatch arena! "
After stabilizing his body, Wu Lei let out a long sigh. His face was filled with viciousness.
Sneak attack!
Ning Yue had launched a sneak attack right in front of him!
What an uncle could tolerate, but the aunt couldn't.
"Ning Yue, you've completely angered him … Not good!" However, just as Wu Lei was about to say something harsh, his pupils shrank because he realized that Ning Yue had already arrived before him with a flying sword in his hand.
"Noisy."
Ning Yue thrusted his sword at Wu Lei's neck as he shouted in a low voice.
Thump!
At such a close distance, even if Wu Lei used his full strength to block, he would not be able to withstand it.
At the critical moment, his figure flashed and he quickly retreated.
However, he was originally at the edge of the deathmatch arena. Now that he took a step back, he fell off the deathmatch arena.
Swoosh! Seeing Wu Lei fall off the deathmatch arena, Ning Yue sheathed the Absolute Soul Sword and said indifferently, "Why are you talking so much nonsense in a deathmatch? I really don't know why more than 900 Xiantian Realm martial artists died at your hands."
Puchi!
Hearing Ning Yue's sarcastic words, Wu Lei, who had just stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood.
Shrugging, Ning Yue leaped off the deathmatch arena and came to Attendant Pang's side. He extended his hand and said, "Thank you for the one million high-grade Origin Crystals."
"Damn it!"
Cursing inwardly, Attendant Pang said, "When you defeat Hong Tai, I will naturally hand over the two million high-grade Origin Crystals to you."
"I prefer to settle it on the spot." Ning Yue said indifferently, "The dignified Attendant Pang of the deathmatch arena, don't tell me you can't even take out one million high-grade Origin Crystals?"
"Hmph! One million high-grade Origin Crystals is child's play to me! "With a cold snort, Attendant Pang took out another storage pouch from his sleeve and tossed it to Ning Yue.
"There are one million high-grade Origin Crystals in there, you can count them!"
Catching the storage pouch, Ning Yue probed it with his soul force and checked it. He then nodded and said with a smile, "Attendant Pang is indeed rich and overbearing, to be able to take out one million high-grade Origin Crystals so casually."
"Don't be too happy, there's still one more match!" Attendant Pang said coldly.
In Attendant Pang's view, Ning Yue defeated Wu Lei purely by luck, taking advantage of Wu Lei's carelessness to throw him off the deathmatch arena.
In terms of raw strength, Ning Yue was not Wu Lei's match!
Compared to Wu Lei, Whirlwind Kick Hong Tai's strength was much stronger. As long as Hong Tai did not make any low-level mistakes, Ning Yue would definitely be killed on the deathmatch arena!
Ning Yue didn't waste his breath and leaped up onto the arena once more.
"Ge Fei, how confident do you think Ning Yue is in defeating Hong Tai?" Although Ning Yue defeated Wu Lei, Lu Wei was still very worried in her heart, because Ning Yue won by scheming.
"Fifty percent!" Taking a deep breath, Ge Fei said, "Hong Tai is very strong. It is said that Hong Tai killed two Peak of True Martial Realm martial artists by himself!"
"Hiss!"
Hearing Ge Fei's words, Lu Wei took a deep breath, and the worry on her face deepened.
Killing two Peak of True Martial Realm martial artists by himself, such strength was enough to be ranked in the top ten of the Innate Realm Ranking.
"Hehe, fifty percent? You think too highly of Ning Yue. " Attendant Pang smiled, and with a disdainful look, he said, "To tell you the truth, when he killed the two Peak of True Martial Realm martial artists, Hong Tai's cultivation was at the late stage of True Martial Realm, but now …"
Speaking of this, Attendant Pang's lips curled up, and he said, "He has advanced to the peak of True Martial Realm!"
Boom!
At the same time, on the deathmatch arena, Ning Yue's fist and Hong Tai's right leg fiercely collided, and the huge force caused both sides to retreat a few steps before they could stabilize their bodies.
However, Ning Yue retreated five steps, and Hong Tai only retreated three steps!
"No wonder it is called Whirlwind Kick, his leg technique is really good." Rubbing his fist, Ning Yue moved his mind, and the Soul Breaking Sword appeared in his hand.
Through the previous exchange, Ning Yue judged that Hong Tai had reached the peak of True Martial Realm.
Although Ning Yue could compete with Hong Tai purely by relying on the Yuan Qi in his sea of consciousness, Ning Yue did not want to expose his trump card too much.
If he could use his sword to deal with them, there was no need to fight them head-on.
Swish!
In the next moment, the Yuan Qi in Ning Yue's sea of consciousness wrapped around the Soul Breaking Sword, and with a slash, a shocking sword wave was formed.
"Taishō Kenpo!" With a low shout, the shocking sword wave spun in the air, and immediately rushed towards Hong Tai like a madman.
"Whirlwind Kick!"
Hong Tai's eyes narrowed, and his right leg kicked the ground, and his body flew into the air.
As his legs continued to vibrate, rays of cold light formed, and he faced Taishō Kenpo.
Chi chi chi chi chi!
The sword wave and the cold light collided, and a sizzling sound could be heard.
Very soon, the sword wave and the cold light dissipated in the air above the deathmatch arena.
Seeing this, Ning Yue's face turned serious. Gritting his teeth, he once again sent out several shocking sword waves.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Nine shocking sword waves formed on the deathmatch arena, and they were arranged into a sword wave formation, with three at the front, three in the middle, and three at the back!
"The power of these sword waves … is so terrifying!"
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