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Chapter 137

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Genius for one second? Live? Little Yu??? Champagne? Mound? City f * * *

"Tang Huan, you're still talking when you suddenly make a move. You really don't understand etiquette at all. As expected of the abandoned son of the Furious Waves City, your upbringing is truly lacking."

"Today, I will properly teach you how to be a person."

The skinny youth's body retreated explosively, and the black whip in his hand quickly trembled. The whip that was several meters long suddenly became straight, as if it had turned into a hard long rod, and directly swept towards Tang Huan's Crimson Flame Spear.

Tang Huan's mind was as calm as water, he was not the slightest bit angered by the skinny youth's ridicule.

When the youth spoke, his eyes revealed a cunning look, which made Tang Huan understand that he was not as arrogant and arrogant as his words revealed. The reason why his words were so annoying was because he wanted to anger him.

This guy had succeeded, Tang Huan was indeed a little angry.

However, this fellow did not know that if he did not have enough strength to guarantee victory and infuriate his opponent, his ending would instead become even more miserable.

"Bam!"

In a split-second, the long whip that was as hard as iron struck the tip of the spear, emitting an ear-piercing sound of metal colliding with metal. However, the moment the sound rang out, the hard long whip braid suddenly softened without any warning, and then borrowed the force of the impact to quickly circle around the spear head of the Crimson Flame Spear.

"Come here for me!"

The skinny youth's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy. At the same time he shouted, his retreating right foot fiercely stomped on the ground, and his right arm, which was holding the long whip, also fiercely whipped backwards.

However, the long spear in Tang Huan's hand did not move at all. A few meters away, Tang Huan's face was already filled with a mocking sneer.

Seeing this, the skinny youth's expression changed drastically.

In less than half a blink of an eye, the long whip had already started to fluctuate slightly. The whip immediately loosened, as if it wanted to break free from the spearhead.

"Do you think that my Crimson Flame Spear can be tied up and released whenever you want?"

Tang Huan suddenly snorted coldly, the spear body immediately twisted rapidly, releasing an exceptionally intense trembling sound, and the fiery red spear head started to spin rapidly, not only did the whip not leave, it even became tighter and tighter with the spear head.

"Come here!"

At the same time, Tang Huan also fiercely lashed out like a skinny youth. His arm moved the Crimson Flame Spear, and the Crimson Flame Spear moved the long whip.

In an instant, the huge pulling force spread to the head of the long whip.

"Aiya!"

The young man cried out in alarm. His frail body was propelled forward by the long whip, flying uncontrollably.

He obviously did not expect that his whip would be entangled by Tang Huan's Crimson Flame Spear, and even more so, he did not expect Tang Huan's strength to be so strong. He was immediately frightened by this sudden turn of events, and hurriedly let go of the whip.

But even so, he still staggered forward a few steps before stabilizing his body.

"Chi!"

Tang Huan swung his spear, and the whip wrapped around the tip of the spear fell to the ground. Immediately after, the Crimson Flame Spear once again pierced through the air, straight towards the skinny youth's chest. A terrifying heat spread out, and like a stormy sea, it pressed down on him, as if it wanted to completely engulf him. Xiao Yu?

"Tang Huan, wait, wait, I was just joking with you just now." The skinny youth's face turned pale. As he quickly retreated, he waved his hands.

"I'm just joking with you right now!"

Tang Huan sneered, but the Crimson Flame Spear in his hand did not stop at all. In an instant, the distance between him and the skinny youth was less than half a meter.

Is there anyone who jokes like that?

The skinny youth's face was pale as he cursed in his heart. His body spun rapidly like a top, and he actually managed to narrowly avoid this terrifying spear strike. Then, he ran out of the martial arena with all his might, and started to scream, "Tang Huan, don't attack, I admit …"

"Ahh …"

Before the youth could even say the word "lose", it was replaced by a mournful scream. It was Tang Huan's Crimson Flame Spear that swept over from behind, and directly struck his back with lightning speed.

"Bam!" The young man's thin and weak body was immediately thrown into the air like a piece of leather. After flying through the air for more than ten meters, he heavily smashed into the outside of the arena. He lay on the ground and vomited blood, unable to get up.

"Lu Tong!"

Cries of alarm rang out, and immediately, two young men in their twenties ran out from the crowd of spectators to help the skinny youth up.

After inspecting the skinny youth's condition for a while, one of the young men dressed in light green robes glared at Tang Huan and shouted angrily: "Tang Huan, aren't you being too ruthless? Lu Tong is about to admit defeat, yet you still hit him so hard!"

"I'm just teaching him how to be a person."

Tang Huan smiled indifferently, and returned the words that Lu Tong had said to him earlier, "If he was truly ruthless, he would already be a corpse by now."

"You …" Tang Huan, we are not done with this matter yet. "

"Oh? Welcome to take revenge on me! "

"..."

"Number 369 wins!" At the side of the martial arena, the referee's voice that announced the result shook the air.

… ….

About an hour and a half later, in the twelfth arena.

"Boom!"

A loud sound suddenly exploded out, and in front of Tang Huan, the tall and sturdy man staggered back a few steps as if he was drunk, then sat on the ground, and the long axe in his hand fell to the ground at the same time.

"You've lost!"

Tang Huan smiled slightly, his footsteps quickened, the Crimson Flame Spear in his hand also rushed forward, the sharp and blazing spear tip piercing towards the sturdy man's throat like lightning, but in the end, it only stopped in front of his neck.

"Number 369 wins!"

… ….

Nearly two hours later, in the eighth arena.

"Hu!"

A figure was rolling on the ground at a speed that even the naked eye could not catch.

However, every time that figure rolled, a dazzling fiery red stream of light would almost brush past his robes and pierce into the ground. It was incomparably thrilling.

"Bang!" Bang! "Bang …"

After the fiery red stream of light entered the ground, it didn't stop at all. It immediately rose up and chased after the rolling figure, continuously stabbing forward. However, every time it rose and fell, a tyrannical force would be emitted, causing a large amount of mud and sand to explode, leaving behind many craters on the ground.

When the figure flipped out of the red line, the extreme movement immediately turned into extreme stillness. This exceptionally thrilling scene seemed to have suddenly frozen.

"Senior is indeed powerful!"

After a long while, Tang Huan finally pulled out the Crimson Flame Spear that was more than a foot deep into the ground. He cupped his hands and smiled, a trace of unconcealable admiration in his eyes.

"Little brother, you're still better."

Outside of the red line, the figure lying on the ground also leaped up. It was a green-robed old man around sixty years of age with a grizzled beard and white hair. His face was already covered in dust, and he looked to be in a sorry state.

"Number 369 wins!"

At this moment, at the edge of Arena 8, the referee's voice immediately resounded in the air above the area.

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