"Such trash dares to insult my Young … Master Yun, there are some people you can never afford to offend. You are a group of frogs at the bottom of a well."
Lang Dong exerted a bit of strength in his arm and lifted the Great Grandmaster, who was still struggling on his deathbed. With a calm expression, he lightly flung the Great Grandmaster off the stage as if he was throwing a broken sack.
It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but the Great Grandmaster just happened to fall in front of the pale-faced Seventh Prince. He was sprawled on his back and his body was convulsing as if he was having a seizure. His face was filled with pain and fear. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it was full of bloody foam. The ground was quickly dyed red with blood. Finally, he stomped his feet and calmed down. His eyes, which were looking at the sky, became completely dim.
His rapidly dilating pupils were full of despair, shock, fear, disbelief, and deep sadness. He did not seem to believe that he would die here.
Silence, the scene was as quiet as death!
Only the footsteps of Lang Dong, who jumped off the arena and walked across the deck back to his seat, were like a heavy hammer that constantly knocked on everyone's heart, making people feel both respect and fear.
Most of the people present were warriors. Who had never seen blood on their hands? Basically, they could adapt to such a scene. Only a few people, such as Du Mosheng and the Ye sisters, were pale without a trace of blood. They resisted the urge to vomit in their stomachs.
"This is Jianghu. Death is a very common thing. In the future, I am afraid that there may be a scene that is ten times, a hundred times, or even a million times crueler and more disgusting than this. Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Are you ready?"
Ding Ning did not look back, but his voice echoed clearly in the minds of the women.
If it was possible, he didn't wish for his women to experience the cruel and bloody world. However, he didn't dare guarantee that he would be able to protect everyone when the upheaval of the three dimensions was about to arrive. So he had no choice but to harden his heart and force them to adapt, become stronger, and increase their ability to protect themselves in the future upheaval.
The girls did not answer, but their faces gradually regained their color, and their eyes flickered with contemplation. Although they did not know whether what Ding Ning said was true or not, they were all smart enough to believe that he would not speak without thinking and say something alarmist to scare them.
As Lang Dong calmed down and Rong Chong calmly sat back to his seat, the scene suddenly exploded. Those representatives of Ninghai forces were so excited that their faces turned red. They looked at Lang Dong in awe and clapped desperately.
Pa pa pa!
The sparse applause woke up more and more people who were shocked and absent-minded. They joined in the applause and turned into a thunderous applause.
Lang Dong!
Lang Dong!
Lang Dong!
It was unknown who was the first to shout Lang Dong's name, but it was followed by the second … the third … countless!
Apart from the Seventh Marquis Mansion, all the martial artists on the deck of the cruise ship were shouting Lang Dong's name in a frenzy. Their shouts were like a tsunami that soared into the sky, resounding through the horizon!
Without a doubt, Lang Dong became famous after this battle!
Lang Dong was a rising star in the martial arts world of Jiangnan. The legend of his battle would spread throughout Jianghu, becoming a legend that would never fade.
An instant kill, an instant kill with one punch, and an instant kill that pierced through the human body.
Only the martial artists who had a deep understanding of power would understand how powerful and terrifying this kind of power was, and how terrifying his control of power had reached.
How could such a strong martial artist not become famous and spread quickly?
Lang Dong scratched his head shyly. Although he had followed the Marshal through bloody battles for thousands of miles and had seen grander and more magnificent cheers, they were not cheering for him, but for the godlike man. They were only proud to be able to follow him.
But now, these people were cheering his name, making him the focus of everyone's attention. Wasn't this stealing the limelight from the marshal? How could he not be perturbed, nervous, and stage fright? This made him feel as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He drooped his head and felt uncomfortable all over.
"Well done. In fact, the effect would be better if it was done directly. This is the glory you deserve. I am proud of you."
Ding Ning's smiling voice sounded in his ear, as if it contained a magical power that made Lang Dong instantly feel at ease, and he nodded heavily.
When he raised his head again, his gaze had become firm and steady. He straightened his back and looked straight ahead. He murmured in his heart, "My glory is the marshal's glory. I will never lose the marshal's face."
"Next!"
Lord Seven's face was so gloomy that it could drip water. He gritted his teeth and shouted coldly.
He couldn't wait to take revenge for the great grandmaster who died with grievances. Lang Dong was so strong that he was afraid, but there was only one Lang Dong. He didn't believe that the Clear Sky Security Agency would have another super expert like Lang Dong. Furthermore, he hadn't lost yet, he still had three great grandmasters to fight.
"I'll do it!"
Another great grandmaster jumped directly into the ring. He thought the same as Lord Seven. He did not believe that everyone in Qingyun Security was as strong as Lang Dong.
"Can I sign a life-and-death contract?"
A timid voice sounded again, causing the boiling scene to fall into dead silence again. They stared dumbfoundedly at a tall but thin man who walked out of the Qingyun Security Area.
The corner of Zhang Heping's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Little Martial Uncle was really narrow-minded. Lord Seven used his woman as a bet, so he wanted to kill Lord Seven's residence and make it regret for the rest of his life. He was too vengeful.
Gu Jianyang and Chu Ziqiao quietly wiped their cold sweat and looked at each other. They saw the joy in each other's eyes. Fortunately, although they were very dissatisfied with Ding Ning before, they did not show it too obviously. If they really offended this petty and extremely vengeful bureau chief, even if God came, he might not be able to save them.
They would rather offend the King of Hell than offend Bureau Chief Ding.
At this moment, the two Deputy Bureau Chief secretly made a decision in their hearts. They must actively get close to Bureau Chief Ding. Even if they could not become his friend, they must not become his enemy. That guy was really too vengeful.
"I don't want to sign it. There is no life-and-death feud. Why do we have to fight to the death!"
To everyone's surprise, the great grandmaster on the stage refused loudly with a fearful expression, causing Zhang Heping's hand to freeze in mid-air.
With a boom, the scene once again exploded.
Martial artists had their own dignity and glory. Normally, if someone proposed a life or death duel, very few people would reject it, unless the disparity in strength was too great. However, this Martial Grandmaster was clearly afraid of death and had directly rejected it. He was definitely the only exception.
Lord Seven's face was livid, and he shouted angrily, "Zhamuji, you greedy for life and fear of death. Are you still worthy of being an eagle on the grassland?"
"Lord Seven, the eagle on the grassland also needs to be alive. If it is dead, it is called a dead eagle."
Zhamuji did not seem to be very afraid of Lord Seven, and he spoke confidently.
"You … you … you …"
Lord Seven was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and his face was red. He pointed at Zhamuji and his lips trembled for a long time, unable to speak. It was obvious that he was on the verge of exploding.
"Seventh Marquis, we are here to fight for the quota, not to die for you. Even if you complain to the Third Marquis, I still have something to say. But I think that now that Barter is dead, your top priority should be to think about how to explain to the Fifth Marquis."
Zhamuji said in a strange tone.
When Lord Seven heard this, he slumped back into his seat like a deflated ball. His face was livid, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
Everyone was puzzled, but Ding Ning showed a thoughtful look and asked Ling Yun in a low voice, "What is the name of this Lord Seven?"
"It seems to be Bao Wuke. It is said that he is from the golden family of Meng Jiang, but I don't know if it is true or not."
Ling Yun replied in a low voice.
Ding Ning's eyebrows relaxed, and he said with a smile, "It seems that he is really a descendant of Genghis Khan. No wonder he is so arrogant and dares to call himself a prince."
"A descendant of Genghis Khan? Really? "
Ling Yun's eyes widened in surprise.
"He can't be considered a direct descendant of Genghis Khan. It should be said that he is a descendant of Temujin's second brother, Habtu Hasar. Their family belongs to the" Borjigin "clan. For convenience, the descendants took the first word of the clan as their surname, which is" Bao ". This" Borjigin "clan is the golden family of the Meng Jiang grassland."
Ding Ning patiently explained, "I have also heard that although this so-called golden family does not dare to openly call themselves emperors, they have always regarded themselves as the nobles of the Yuan Dynasty. On the grassland, they have a high prestige. It is said that this generation's head of the golden family is even more ambitious. He gathered a group of masters and called himself the Heavenly Khan. His son is called a prince, and his daughter is called a princess. Genghis Khan is a great hero in the eyes of all the people on the grassland. In addition, the cultural level of the people on the grassland is generally not high, so even after hundreds of years, this strict class division has not completely disappeared. This Bao Wuke's original name should be Borjigin Wuke, but I don't know why he did not stay on the grassland and came to Ninghai to make trouble."
Ling Yun frowned and said softly, "I also don't know, but if this Seventh Wangye stays in Ninghai, it is definitely a big tumor. They hire prostitutes, shelter gambling, collect protection fees, smuggle arms, and sell drugs to make a fortune. It is completely different from the philosophy of our Qingyun Security, so I want to take the opportunity to kill him. But since he has such a big background, do you think I should let him go later?"
"Do whatever you want. Even if Temujin is still alive, we have nothing to fear, not to mention the Seventh Wangye of a golden family."
Ding Ning sneered disdainfully and said, "What bullshit Heavenly Khan? He is just a leader of the underworld who relies on his large number of people to dominate the grassland. This Seventh Wangye does not mix around in the grassland, but comes to Ninghai to stir up trouble and do all kinds of evil. He deserves to die."
"With your words, I know what to do. I am just worried that it will bring you trouble."
Hearing this, Ling Yun's gaze became firm again. She looked at the Seventh Wangye as if she was looking at a dead man.
"Don't worry and do it. This kind of scum should not live. If the Seventh Wangye's Mansion is not eliminated, the underground world of Ninghai will not be peaceful. Don't worry, I will handle everything."
Ding Ning patted her soft pancreas and encouraged her. He knew that Ling Yun had not really killed anyone, but as a chivalrous woman who was determined to accompany him to travel in Jianghu and help the weak, how could she kill some bad people without seeing blood?
Ling Yun narrowed her eyes and nodded heavily. As long as she had Ding Ning's support, she dared to poke a hole in the sky. Killing the Seventh Wangye was nothing.
Seeing that Zhamuji actually refused to fight to the death, Lang Bei shook his head with regret. He leaped onto the arena with flagging interest and was about to kill Zhamuji in seconds when he suddenly heard Ding Ning's voice …
Lang Bei nodded imperceptibly and arrogantly crooked his finger at Zhamuji. "Come, die!"
After all, Zhamuji was a Great Grandmaster. It was already embarrassing enough that he did not dare to sign the life and death contract. Seeing that Lang Bei looked down on him like this, he immediately flew into a rage. He waved the scimitar in his hand, creating arcs of light in the air and fiercely chopping at Lang Bei.
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