"Sir Wei is invincible!"
The Fusang warriors immediately stopped in their tracks and cheered excitedly. They looked at Thirteenth Wang with fanatical and worshipful gazes.
They could not be blamed for this. After all, Thirteenth Wang's current image looked much more important than the wretched Jing Qianzhong. At least he did not vomit blood.
The corner of Ding Ning's mouth curved into a mocking smile. This Thirteenth Wang of Soldier and Guard was willing to suffer for his dignity. In order not to lose face, he forcefully suppressed the blood in his throat. He didn't know that although his face looked good this way, his injury would worsen.
Jing Qianzhong was different. Although he had vomited blood, it was just a mouthful of extravasated blood from the shockwaves. Once he vomited it, he would be fine. Additionally, his physical body was far stronger than Thirteenth Wang's, so his recovery rate was also much faster.
At this moment, Jing Qianzhong still had the strength to fight, but Thirteenth Wang was already at the end of his rope. If they fought again, he would not be able to withstand one blow from Jing Qianzhong.
"You lost."
Thirteenth Wang forcefully suppressed his injuries and maintained his domineering appearance. He raised his head high and said condescendingly, "You lost."
Jing Qianzhong was startled and then smiled bitterly. "I lost."
Ding Ning froze and then reacted. He couldn't help but smile angrily. "You really are shameless. If Jing Qianzhong were here, he could kill you with a raise of his hand. You forcefully suppressed your injuries and were not able to withstand one blow from him. The one who clearly lost is you."
Thirteenth Wang's expression darkened. He stared venomously at Ding Ning. He was about to quibble when Jing Qianzhong frankly said, "I did not finish him in five minutes. I lost."
Ding Ning glanced at Jing Qianzhong with a complicated gaze and solemnly said, "I will wait for your injuries to recover before having a fair fight with you."
Jing Qianzhong sheathed his knife and smiled freely. "Alright, I look forward to it."
After speaking, he swaggered off as if no one else was present. When he returned to his seat, he said apologetically, "Elder, I have disappointed you."
"No problem. As long as you are fine."
Yu Tiejian's gaze was gentle as he expressed his understanding.
"This Fusang devil is really shameless. He clearly lost, yet he still has the cheek to say he won."
"Humph, Japanese people can't afford to lose. What a disgrace."
"There's nothing we can do about it. He's thick-skinned and used those five minutes to make a fuss. Who can say anything about it?"
…
Everyone started to discuss among themselves. Even the Fusang warriors lowered their heads, feeling deeply ashamed for him.
Hearing everyone's discussion and pointing, Thirteenth Wang's expression was ugly to death. He had always been proud and could not accept defeat. He had not thought that although he had shamelessly won the match, he had lost his dignity. This made him unable to hold back the mouthful of blood he had been suppressing. With a splutter, he spat it out. His aura became incomparably weak.
Ding Ning glanced disdainfully at Thirteenth Wang with a disgusted gaze. "Tell me, how long do you need to heal? I'll give you a chance to heal. Otherwise, if you lose, you'll say I won unfairly."
Puff!
Thirteenth Wang had wanted to fight Ding Ning to regain his face, but he spat out another mouthful of blood at Ding Ning's mockery.
As the saying goes, one spurts of energy, the second spurts of energy, and the third is exhausted. After spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, that burst of energy dissipated. He couldn't even stand steadily. How could he have the strength to fight?
He knew that now was not the time to be stubborn. He stared at Ding Ning and said in a cold voice, "But I hope I will meet you at the Great Martial Artist Gathering. At that time, I will let you know who the foremost genius of the younger generation is."
Hearing this, Ding Ning's expression became incomparably strange. He sneered and said, "Please, Uncle, how old are you this year? To think you're the foremost genius of the younger generation. Don't you have any shame? "
"You …"
Thirteenth Wang flew into a rage. Forcefully supporting his tottering body, he shouted, "I am only 48 years old this year. How can I not be considered part of the younger generation?"
For warriors, those under 50 years old were all young. Thirteenth Wang's words were not wrong. Even Jing Qianzhong had to agree. After all, he was 49 years old this year. He was still one year away from turning 50.
Ding Ning carelessly rubbed his chin and revealed an expression of sudden realization. "That's true. 48 years old is indeed part of the younger generation. Then I, who am 22 years old, can only be considered a youth. Ah, so I am still a young man in the prime of my youth."
After these words were said, other than a few people who knew Ding Ning's age, the rest of the people were in an uproar. Their gazes toward him were full of shock.
22 years old? This young man who could kill a warrior in the God Martial Arts Realm was only 22 years old? Even if he had the advantage of the barrier restricting his cultivation, just based on the fact that he was at least in the Sky Martial Arts Realm at this age, it was enough for him to crush those so-called geniuses.
What a monster. If Ding Ning didn't lie, then he was truly the foremost genius of the martial arts world. No, this could no longer be described as a genius. It could only be described as a monster.
Even if Night Lone Ranger and Dragon Xiaotian were here, would they have the confidence to kill a warrior in the God Martial Arts Realm?
In the Long family's encampment, Dragon Xiaotian's expression did not change. Ding Ning's monstrousness had long made him numb, and his current state of mind was already calm.
In the camp of the Ghost Dao Sect, Gui Jianchou's face was ashen with a bloody nose and swollen face. He sighed with melancholy. He had wanted to trample Night Lone Ranger and Dragon Xiaotian under his feet and take back the title of the first genius of the younger generation. But, at this moment, regardless of whether it was Thirteenth Wang of Soldier Wei or Jing Qianzhong, they were enough to shatter his confidence, much less Ding Ning, that monster.
Thirteenth Wang's expression was as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly. Damn, he knew that Ding Ning was not old, but he had not expected him to be so young, more than half his age.
Right now, Ding Ning already had a battle ability that was not inferior to his. If he was given another 20 years to grow, what heights could he reach? In front of such a monster, he still had the face to mention the foremost genius of the younger generation?
This made his face feel hot and his chest felt stuffy. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his legs weakened as he fell to the ground.
"What bullsh * t foremost genius? If we are talking about geniuses, I think Master Wu Xiang is the true genius. He is not even 15 years old this year, but he is already a warrior of the Sky Martial Arts Realm."
Ding Ning knew the principle of a tall tree attracting the wind. He immediately began to shift the blame and grandly introduced the innocent Master Wu Xiang.
Anyway, with the Tianyin Temple's protection, no one dared to do anything to him. He was not like himself, who had no background or backing. He finally had the support of a god-level warrior, but was still given a yellow card by that old thing, Renhuang, so it was better to keep a low profile.
Pu!
Thirteenth Wang looked at the Little Monk Wu Xiang, who was at a loss and at a loss, and spat out another mouthful of blood. How could he live like this? Why were there so many monstrous geniuses in the Divine Prefecture?
Ding Ning, who wished for the world to be in chaos, pointed at Pudding. With a face full of sorrow, he shook his head and said, "And this brother Pudding, is he 20 this year? He has also broken through to the Sky Martial Arts Realm. Compared to them, I really do not dare to call myself a genius."
"This b * stard is a man who will seek revenge for the smallest grievance. He definitely did it on purpose. He is taking revenge on me for asking someone to test him."
Yu Tiejian's face was as black as charcoal. They deliberately did not recognize Pudding because they were afraid of exposing his identity and being targeted by the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa.
But now, Ding Ning's seemingly unintentional praise was pushed to the teeth of the storm by Pudding. It was impossible for him not to attract attention. If someone paid a little attention, he would find that Pudding's dressing was too similar to that of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe, and it was easy to guess his identity.
With an innocent face, Pudding said with a wry smile, "Brother Ding, you can't cut grass and hit a rabbit like this."
"Come on, I have taken the blame for you many times, haven't I? Since you and Wu Xiang came out to make a living, you naturally want to make a name for yourselves. You can't be unknown all your life. I am helping you to make a name for yourselves. You can't bite the hand that feeds you. "
Ding Ning said with a wicked smile.
Pudding was depressed, but after thinking about it carefully, she found that what Brother Ding said seemed to be very reasonable. It was not challenging at all to live a secretive life all day long, and it could not sharpen one's skills at all.
In addition, as a young man, how could he not want to be as famous as Ding Ning and be in the limelight?
Therefore, poor Pudding, like the innocent little monk Wu Xiang, was fooled by the unscrupulous Ding Ning. She felt her blood was boiling, and she was high-spirited. She stuck out her chest proudly and thought, "I am a genius, so I am not afraid of anyone. Didn't you see that Brother Ding, who is famous in the martial arts world, sighed at his inferiority and highly praised him?"
A group of women covered their mouths and chuckled. Wu Xiang and Pudding were indeed rare geniuses that could not be found in a hundred years. They broke through the Sky Martial Arts Realm at a much younger age than Ding Ning, and it seemed that they were much more talented than him.
But don't forget that they were all descendants of famous families. With the guidance of elders and the support of infinite cultivation resources, they could achieve such achievements at this age.
But what about Ding Ning? What did he have? A few half-baked masters, other than giving him a good foundation, had no cultivation resources, and no guidance on cultivation. He had to rely on his own efforts for everything.
Just half a year ago, he was only a martial arts practitioner in the Individual Martial Arts Realm. In just half a year, he was already standing here, looking down on everyone, and even sitting on the same level as the higher-ups of the Holy Gate.
To achieve such achievements, he was equivalent to the first generation of martial arts who started from scratch. It was far from what second-generation martial artists like Wu Xiang and Pudding could hope for.
It had to be said that in this world, no matter whether it was a wealthy family, a family of officials, or a wealthy family, the first generation who started from scratch was far more charming and worthy of respect than the second generation.
Therefore, no matter how much Ding Ning praised Wu Xiang and Pudding, most of the people present looked at Ding Ning with awe.
After all, whether it was the mysterious strong man who could instantly kill a Holy Martial Arts practitioner, or the valiant Wolf Cavalry, or even his own strength, they were all topics that people took delight in talking about.
"Humph, if my cultivation was not restricted, I would kill you like a dog."
Although Thirteenth Wang had suffered many setbacks, he did not lose in spirit. He could not see Ding Ning's smug look, so he was not convinced and provoked him.
"When your injury is healed, whether we meet in the arena or outside the boundary, you can choose any place you want. Let's see who will become a dog when we see the end."
Ding Ning did not care at all and accepted his challenge.
Thirteenth Wang was only at the Late-stage of the Divine Martial Arts Realm. He was indeed a genius at his age, but compared with Ding Ning, he was not just a little bit weaker. Not to mention the physical body of the Holy Martial Arts Realm, Ding Ning was enough to crush him in terms of cultivation.
However, it made no difference to him whether it was outside or inside the boundary. Anyway, he could not use his Divine Soul and Spiritual Power, and he could only fight with his physical body.
"Well, I hope you can still laugh when the time comes."
No matter how much Thirteenth Wang wanted to save face, he did not dare to fight with Ding Ning at this time. That would be seeking his own death. He allowed the two Fusang warriors to carry him back to the station. Before he left, he did not forget to leave a few words.
The farce ended hastily. It was almost noon, and the opening ceremony of the Warriors Competition had long passed. However, no one was dissatisfied because everything that had happened today was too wonderful. It was far more popular than the Warriors Competition itself.
The strong man behind Ding Ning had instantly killed a Holy Martial Arts practitioner, and he himself had personally killed two Divine Martial Arts practitioners and killed the famous Fire God. He had already gained the limelight.
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