"Hahaha, Young Master Jin Ling is going to win. Lin Shan's winning streak is about to end!"
"Human Lin Shan, why don't you continue to be so arrogant? Do you think our Yunkong College can't subdue you? "
"A mere human dares to behave so atrociously in the Dark Domain? This is the outcome, haha!"
In the crowd below the stage, countless sounds of mockery and laughter rang out continuously. Many people were delighted, and they were celebrating with each other!
"Jin Ling, break his legs and cripple him!"
"That's right, cripple his cultivation and let him continue to be so arrogant!"
"Crush him like a dead dog and teach him how to be a human!"
Many people below the stage started to yell crazily. They wanted Jin Ling to attack again and cripple Lin Shan.
"Human Lin Shan, you can't do it!" Jin Ling seemed to have turned into a golden sun. His entire body was emitting a scorching golden light as he spoke with an indifferent voice.
"Heh!" Lin Shan didn't respond to Jin Ling's indifference. He only snorted and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He slammed the bronze spear in his hand on the ground and stood up again.
"Get off the stage and get out of Yunkong College!" Jin Ling looked at Lin Shan in the distance and shouted. At this moment, the aura on his body suddenly rose and reached an unprecedented peak. There was even a faint dragon's roar coming from his body.
The Golden Flood Dragon Tribe was considered a relative of the Dragon Tribe. They had extremely faint traces of the Dragon Tribe's bloodline in their bodies. It was said that when a Golden Flood Dragon Tribe member reached a certain level of strength, they would be able to remove all the impurities in their bloodline and become a true Dragon Tribe member.
The Golden Flood Dragon Tribe was known as one of the three most outstanding prodigies in the history of the Dark Domain's Golden Flood Dragon Tribe. This was because the concentration of the Dragon Tribe's bloodline in Jin Ling's body had finally reached 1/10,000th. The other Golden Flood Dragons didn't even have 1/10,000th of the Dragon Tribe's bloodline in their bodies.
"As expected of one of the three strongest geniuses in the history of the Golden Flood Dragon Tribe. Jin Ling is about to create a new legend!" Someone exclaimed as he looked at the unstoppable Jin Ling on the stage.
"That Lin Shan from the Human Clan is also very dazzling, but unfortunately, he is just a whetstone. No matter how glorious and glorious he was before, it was all just a wedding dress for Jin Ling!" The black-clothed girl from the group of Small Era Hall students said with a faint smile.
"Lin Shan, die!"
Lin Shan leaped high into the air. At this time, he looked like a real dragon, standing high above the arena. Then, his body emitted a dazzling golden light. He raised his fist high, and the sonorous sound of killing reverberated in his body. With a momentum that swept through the surroundings, he slammed down heavily on Lin Shan!
Dragon Killing Fist!
It was said that the Golden Flood Dragon Clan's Clan Guarding Cultivation Technique was deduced and adapted from an incomplete set of fist techniques of the Dragon Clan. Although it was unable to reproduce the true monstrous might of the Dragon Clan's fist techniques, it still possessed some of the shocking might of the Dragon Clan's fist techniques. It was extremely terrifying.
"Die!"
Facing Jin Ling's peak attack, Lin Shan was not afraid at all. Instead, an unprecedented blazing battle intent rose in his eyes. Then, he suddenly let out a long roar that seemed to pierce through metal and stone.
Following Lin Shan's roar, the bronze spear in his hand seemed to have come to life. It also let out an incomparably loud roar that resonated with Lin Shan's roar!
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
At this moment, Lin Shan seemed to have become the bronze spear in his hand, and the bronze spear in his hand had become him. The two of them had reached an extremely mysterious realm. Inexplicable sounds of weapons continuously resounded on the battlefield, causing people's souls to tremble.
Under this wondrous state, the entire ring immediately became Lin Shan's world. Before Jin Ling's terrifying attack could even touch Lin Shan, it had already dispersed into nothingness in the air, ceasing to exist.
"Boom!"
Lin Shan's bronze spear pierced deeply into Jin Ling's chest with unstoppable force. The blood-stained spear protruded from Jin Ling's back, and Jin Ling was lifted onto Lin Shan's bronze spear.
Below the arena, there was a sudden deathly silence.
Many people had been laughing and cheering for Jin Ling, as if they had already seen Lin Shan's defeat. However, when this happened, it was as if a pair of invisible hands had grabbed their necks. Their voices came to an abrupt halt, and they stood motionless on the spot, unable to say anything.
"You're the one who really can't do it!" In the deathly silence, Lin Shan held the pale-faced Jin Ling in his hand. His aura was extremely weak, and he was on the verge of death. He returned Jin Ling's words to Lin Shan with a calm expression.
Jin Ling's face became even paler in the face of Lin Shan's words. He suddenly screamed hoarsely, madly howling in unwillingness and pain. He struggled violently, desperately trying to break free from Lin Shan's bronze spear so that he could have a showdown with Lin Shan.
Unfortunately, Lin Shan's spear attack from before was no small matter. It had already seriously injured him and damaged the foundation of his body. Moreover, he had already lost all of his battle prowess. Therefore, no matter how unwilling he was in his heart, there was nothing he could do. He could only be lifted into the air by Lin Shan in front of everyone, unable to do anything.
"You're just a loser. You're not worth mentioning!" Lin Shan said calmly as he shook his head. Then, with a sudden flick of his wrist, Jin Ling's body flew out of the bronze spear, leaving a trail of blood in the air. He was like a kite with a broken string, crashing out of the arena with a loud bang.
The result was already decided. Lin Shan won, and Jin Ling lost!
Looking at Jin Ling, who was on the verge of death, outside the arena, the surroundings became even more deathly silent. Everyone was speechless, and there was no other emotion on their faces. There was only shock and disbelief.
Moreover, the expressions on everyone's faces were the most interesting, especially on the faces of the Yunkong College students who were the most arrogant, such as the red-haired youth and the blue-haired girl.
At this moment, Lin Shan's victory was like an invisible slap to their faces, causing their faces to swell. They could only remain speechless.
There was also the black-clothed girl. At this moment, the group of Small Era Hall students, as well as many students nearby, could not help but turn their heads to look at her. Their gazes were filled with strange expressions, causing her to feel as if she was sitting on pins and needles. Her expression was extremely ugly, and she felt that she had become a pitiful joke.
But it was not over yet!
"A group of little bastards. You were so arrogant just now, but now, aren't you ashamed? Aren't you ashamed? Ah? " It was also at this moment that a merciless and sarcastic voice suddenly resounded above the arena and spread throughout the entire arena.
It was the Little Bastard!
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