CHAPTER 410 - Introduction
Ranked Second
"What!"
"Liu Lizhi's left hand has been crippled in one move?"
"Not just his left hand, Ning Yue's first move has already crippled his right hand. In other words, in just two moves, Ning Yue has crippled both of Liu Lizhi's hands!"
"Ning Yue's strength … is actually this strong?"
Seeing Liu Lizhi's miserable state, the martial artists below the stage all revealed shocked expressions.
Originally, they did not think highly of Ning Yue. After all, Ning Yue was only at the late stage of the True Martial Realm, while Liu Lizhi was half a step into the Yuan Dan Realm.
Coupled with the fact that Sikong Ling, who was at the peak of the True Martial Realm, was defeated by Liu Lizhi, the crowd was even more pessimistic about Ning Yue.
Who would have thought that Ning Yue's performance would be completely out of their expectations?
Two moves, in just two moves, Ning Yue had crippled both of Liu Lizhi's hands!
Especially his left hand, which was badly mutilated, not a single piece of intact flesh could be seen.
"Ning Yue's heart is too ruthless. Liu Lizhi only broke the bones in Sikong Ling's right hand, and it was fine after that, but Ning Yue completely crippled both of Liu Lizhi's hands," an early Connate stage martial artist said, somewhat unable to watch any longer.
"Too ruthless?"
Hearing this early Connate stage martial artist's words, an early Primal Core stage martial artist next to him laughed coldly and said, "Your cultivation is too low, naturally you can't see the extent of Sikong Ling's injuries!"
"That's right. Let me put it this way, Sikong Ling's right hand basically has no chance of recovery, and it might even gradually spread." Another mid Primal Core stage martial artist continued, "To preserve his life, he must amputate his right hand within a day, only then will there be a chance of survival."
"Hiss!"
Hearing this, the surrounding martial artists all sucked in a breath of cold air.
They all understood the principle of an eye for an eye.
For Ning Yue to be so heavy-handed, it was also reasonable.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
At this moment, two figures, one blue and one black, flew past and landed steadily beside Liu Lizhi.
"Third Brother, your hand!"
Among them, the martial artist in blue checked Liu Lizhi's hands, then turned around and said angrily, "Ning Yue, I want you dead!"
The moment the word 'die' fell, the martial artist in blue rose from the ground, turned into a shadow, and rushed towards Ning Yue.
Seeing the blue-clad cultivator make a move, the black-clad cultivator wanted to stop him. However, just as he raised his right hand, he lowered it again.
In his opinion, Ning Yue was only at the late stage of the True Martial Realm, while Li Minggang was at the early stage of the Primal Core realm. Even if Ning Yue was strong, it would still be difficult for him to defeat Li Minggang in one move.
Therefore, the black-robed martial artist did not stop Li Minggang. Instead, he hurriedly bandaged Liu Lizhi's hands.
Liu Lizhi's right hand was still in a better condition. It was not completely shattered; it was just a bloody mess. The black-robed cultivator only needed to bandage it slightly.
"Damn it! You hit me so hard, I want to … "When he was wrapping up Liu Lizhi's left hand, the black-robed cultivator actually didn't know where to start.
"Ah!"
However, before the black-robed cultivator could finish his sentence, he heard a cry of pain.
He hurriedly lifted his head and saw Ning Yue standing in the middle of the arena, staring at Li Minggang with interest.
As for Li Minggang, he screamed in pain, his right hand clutching his chest. His face was full of viciousness!
"Even Li Minggang is not a match for Ning Yue?"
"Li Minggang is at the early stage of the Primal Core realm. Even he is not a match for Ning Yue?!"
"What's the big deal about the early stage of the Primal Core realm? In my opinion, even a middle stage Primal Core realm martial artist might not be able to win against Ning Yue."
"It's hard to say. Li Minggang still has a trump card that he has not used. Once he uses it, I'm afraid even Ning Yue will have to give in."
"Let's wait and see."
"…"
The surrounding martial artists' words reached Li Minggang's ears, causing his face to completely darken.
As a dignified early stage Primal Core realm martial artist, he actually could not beat a late stage True Martial realm martial artist?
If word of this got out, wouldn't he be laughed at by the martial artists of the Lan Qing Kingdom?
This time, the three brothers had gone to Wutuo City to set up the arena because they had a bet with a prince of the Lan Qing Kingdom that they could fight all the way to the capital of the Da Xia Kingdom.
If they were to be defeated in Wutuo City, they would definitely lose face!
Therefore, in Li Minggang's heart, he could not lose no matter what!
"Ning Yue, I admit that I underestimated you, but …" Taking a deep breath, Li Minggang said in a low voice.
However, before Li Minggang could finish, Ning Yue waved his hand and said plainly, "There are many people who underestimate me. Who do you think you are?"
"Hahaha, Ning Yue, well said! I like your character! "
Below the arena, Feng Zi laughed unscrupulously.
That look was as annoying as it could get.
"Uh …"
As he laughed, Feng Zi felt that someone was looking at him and hurriedly started searching.
When his gaze met with Ning Yue's, his laughter stopped abruptly. He scratched his head awkwardly and chose to keep quiet.
"Feng Zi, look after Sikong Ling for me. His right hand needs nursing." Ning Yue's voice sounded out by Feng Zi's ear, very weak.
Hearing that, Feng Zi was startled. Looking left and right, he immediately pulled a long face and walked towards Sikong Ling.
Feng Zi was already well aware of the injury on Sikong Ling's right hand.
Unless the hand was chopped off and replaced with a new palm, otherwise, even if a Creation Realm martial artist came over, they would not be able to do anything.
"Madman? Will Ning Yue be in danger? "
Seeing Feng Zi walk over to her side, Xiao Yu said hesitantly, "I'll take care of Sikong Ling. You'd better go help Ning Yue."
"I'm not called Madman, I'm called Feng Zi!" Feng Zi was somewhat unhappy and said with a straight face, "As long as the black-robed martial artist doesn't make a move, Ning Yue will not be in danger."
"Aren't they all the same, all madmen."
Muttering to herself, Xiao Yu said, "Sikong Ling's right hand's injury is very serious. Should we …"
Xiao Yu did not continue to say the following words.
"Chop it. Losing a right hand, I can still hold on!" The current Sikong Ling was already drenched in sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and said.
"Don't, don't, don't!" Feng Zi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Ning Yue said before that he has a way to treat your right hand. Now, we just need to deal with it a little and prevent it from spreading. Leave the rest to Ning Yue."
"No problem, I believe in Ning Yue!" Sikong Ling said in a deep voice.
"Alright then, I respect you as a man. After this matter is over, I'll acknowledge you as a brother!" Feng Zi also admired Sikong Ling's optimism very much and directly addressed him as brother.
Feng Zi's words caused Sikong Ling's forehead to be filled with black lines.
Feng Zi was also too narcissistic, making it seem as if he had benefited greatly from him acknowledging him as a brother.
At the same time, on the stage, Li Minggang's chest heaved up and down.
"Who do I think I am? Let me tell you, among us three brothers, I'm ranked second! "Li Minggang was clearly already on the verge of exploding in rage as he said fiercely.
"Oh, I understand," Ning Yue said lightly.
"What do you understand?" Frowning slightly, Li Minggang asked.
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