Song Zhong snorted. Since he had already drawn his spear, how could he let Ding Ning dodge it easily?
With a slight shake of his wrist holding the spear shaft, the nine spear flowers suddenly exploded and divided into hundreds of fine small spear flowers, but the coverage instantly doubled, covering Ding Ning.
Ding Ning had expected this. He raised his hand unhurriedly, bent his index finger, and flicked the tip of the spear with great precision.
?? Bam!
Song Zhong felt a strong force coming from the tip of the spear, which made his arm sore and numb. He couldn't help but look shocked.
So many experts had been killed by his spear, but no one had ever dared to catch his spear with their fingers, which made him realize that Ding Ning was definitely a formidable opponent he had never met in his life.
Ding Ning was also surprised that Song Zhong's spear hadn't been shaken out of his hand. It deserved to be called the Soul-chasing Spear of Cold Flame, and it deserved its reputation.
Although his previous move seemed to be casual, it was actually his magical Star-smashing Finger.
Although Star-smashing Finger couldn't exert its full power due to the limitation of the Sky Martial Arts Realm, with his physical strength and strength, it was impossible for those in the Sky Martial Arts Realm to take his finger. This was enough to prove that Song Zhong did have the ability to fight against those in a higher realm. No wonder he could chase Wu Xiang and the other two brothers to a dead end.
"You do have some skills, but if that's all, let's end it."
When experts fought, they didn't fight for days and nights as people usually thought. In fact, most of them could win in a few moves, not to mention that they were in the dangerous Ten Thousand Ants Desert, so Song Zhong didn't intend to delay and directly used his most powerful killing move to finish the battle.
"Cold Flame, Ice Flame!"
Song Zhong shouted in a low voice and shook his hands. The spear was like a dragon, and a layer of transparent flame appeared on the spear, which made the surrounding temperature drop by dozens of degrees. Even though Ding Ning was immune to cold and heat, he still felt that his blood was not flowing smoothly.
Ding Ning was not surprised, but happy. He shouted, "Good!", clenched his hands into fists, and stretched his arms outward to embrace the spear like an old ape moving a mountain.
"You're courting death!"
Song Zhong said coldly as a bored expression appeared on his face. He felt that there was no suspense in the battle and that it was completely over.
He was the owner of the Ice Flame, so how could he not know the terrifying power of the Ice Flame? Although the Ice Flame had a jade-like luster, its temperature was extremely low. Once it came into contact with it, it would instantly turn into an ice sculpture.
If that was all there was to it, it would not be a big deal. However, this ice flame was extremely strange. In the outside world, it was an ice crystal with an extremely low temperature, but once it entered the human body, it would instantly heat up and turn into a terrifyingly high temperature flame that would incinerate the enemy.
So when Song Zhong saw Ding Ning foolishly use his fists to block his Ice Flame Spear, he sentenced him to death.
As expected, while Ding Ning's fists smashed hard on the Ice Flame Spear and prevented it from advancing, frost formed on his hair and eyebrows. The extreme coldness quickly spread around his body and turned him into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.
Song Zhong shook his head regretfully and sighed softly, "I thought I would meet an opponent who would give me a good fight. I didn't expect him to be so mediocre. How disappointing."
"Brother Ding!"
Wu Xiang's little face was pale, and he shouted with a sobbing tone. His tone was full of sorrow and self-blame. If Pudding had been quick enough to hold him, he would have thrown himself at Ding Ning regardless of everything.
Jiang Wuhui looked at Ding Ning, who had turned into an ice sculpture, with a complicated look. Even though he regarded Ding Ning as his rival in love, he felt very sad when he saw Ding Ning end up like this. After all, no matter what, Ding Ning died to protect the three of them.
"Boring, really boring. In this case, it's time to send you on your way."
Song Zhong said in boredom. He reached out to take back the Ice Flame Spear and was ready to kill Wu Xiang and the other two people.
Kacha!
The ice sculpture suddenly broke, and Ding Ning broke out of it. He opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of thick black smoke and said with an intoxicated look, "So satisfying, but the amount is a little small. Not bad. Go on, let's do it again."
"Brother Ding, you are really not dead. That's great. Boohoo, you scared me to death …"
Wu Xiang shouted in surprise, and his tearful look made people feel sorry for him.
"I told you that Brother Ding would be fine."
Pudding stuck out her chest proudly and said, but her red eyes betrayed her forced calmness.
Wu Xiang wiped his tears and nodded happily. Jiang Wuhui also showed an excited smile on his face. "This magical man really deserves to be my rival in love."
"What? How is it possible? How can you be fine? "
Song Zhong, who was ready to kill Wu Xiang, changed his face dramatically. He looked at Ding Ning in disbelief, and his eyeballs almost fell out.
"Come on, looking at your invincible and lonely look, I will satisfy your desire to fight."
Ding Ning provocatively crooked his little finger at Song Zhong, with an undisguised killing intention in his eyes.
He didn't mean to kill Song Zhong at first, but just wanted to have a good fight with him to measure Shura's strength.
But after Song Zhong confirmed that he was dead, he still refused to let go of Wu Xiang and the other two people and wanted to kill them, which completely irritated him. "Doesn't he know that he, Brother Little Ning, is the most protective?"
Although he didn't know Wu Xiang and the other two people for long and didn't have a deep friendship, Wu Xiang shed tears for him and Pudding's eyes turned red for him, so he really regarded these two teenagers as his friends and brothers.
"Well, although I don't know how you were lucky to escape this time, you won't be so lucky next time. Go to hell."
Song Zhong was irritated by his action and didn't have time to think about why he was not dead. He shouted furiously, "Dragon Swimming in the World!"
Boom!
The sand danced wildly, and the killing intention was shocking. It was as startling as a swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon.
The silver spear, wrapped in the horrifying power of heaven and earth, stirred up the sand all over the sky. The extremely low coldness of the ice flame even froze into a huge dragon, which rushed at Ding Ning with its teeth and claws.
Before Ding Ning made a response, Song Zhong shook the spear and shot out the second time, shouting, "Howling Wind and Sand!"
"Blood Rain and Frost!"
"Dream of Returning to Hometown!"
"Soul Breaks the World!"
"Bury Heaven and Earth!"
…
With a series of shouts, Song Zhong stabbed out nine times in a row. The power of the nine spears began to stack, and the horrible momentum was earth-shattering. It had far exceeded the Sky Martial Arts Realm, no, even exceeded the scope of the Real Martial Arts Realm.
Jiang Wuhui's face was ashen, and he murmured desperately, "It's over. It's over. Song Zhong unexpectedly used his ultimate trump card, Nine Linked Soul-Chasing Spear."
Pudding and Wu Xiang didn't speak, but they clenched their fists tightly and stared at Ding Ning, who was covered by the illusion of the nine spears, without blinking. They kept encouraging themselves inwardly, "Brother Ding, you must be able to hold on. You must be able to hold on."
"Interesting. The spear method that combines wind, sand, ice, fire, and spiritual strength to stack up the power is somewhat similar to the Tidal Force that I have comprehended. Let's see which one is stronger."
Ding Ning's clear voice suddenly came, which almost made Pudding and Wu Xiang cry with joy. They waved their fists forcefully. They knew that Brother Ding was a man who kept creating miracles and would never be defeated easily. Jiang Wuhui also looked relaxed. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that even as a rival in love, he was also impressed by Ding Ning.
Hua!
Hua!
Hualala!
In the next moment, everyone's faces were filled with shock, because they actually heard the sound of waves crashing against the reef.
The sound was getting closer and louder, and even the dry air seemed to become moist, making people feel that they were really on the beach, appreciating the magnificent and beautiful view of the vast sea.
Song Zhong's face showed an unprecedented solemnity. Being in the center of the attack of the Tidal Force, his feeling was completely different from that of Wu Xiang and others.
What he heard was not the sound of the waves crashing against the reefs, nor was it the magnificent waves of the sea standing on the beach. Instead, it was as if he had transformed into a lone boat that was constantly rising, falling, leaping, and falling in the stormy waves … It was as if he could be smashed into pieces by the terrifying waves at any time.
Waves came one after another, overlapping and never stopping. From a small wave of three to four meters in height, the current wave had already developed to the height of a seven or eight story building, and there was no sign of it stopping.
This was not a damn tide, but a tsunami. The horrible power from nature made Song Zhong tremble from the bottom of his soul. Even if he knew that this was an illusion caused by the Tidal Force, he still felt like he was sitting on a roller coaster. His heart was hanging in his throat, and he couldn't land on the ground.
The Nine Successive Soul Chasing Spear that he was so proud of had completely disappeared in front of this terrifying, monstrous wave. In this round of confrontation, he undoubtedly had no power to fight back.
However, with his pride, how could he admit defeat? He gritted his teeth and kept encouraging himself, "Although this tsunami is terrifying, it's not enough to kill me. As long as I hold on for a while, everything will be over."
"This move of mine is called Thousand Layers of Waves. As the name suggests, you have to experience the impact of a thousand layers of waves. Song Zhong, you are really strong. You can actually hold on until now. Even I can't help but admire you."
Ding Ning's voice came slowly, seeming to be praising and mocking at the same time.
Song Zhong wanted to open his mouth and ask how many waves he had passed and when it would end, but the dizziness from seasickness made his stomach churn, and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak.
"You have now endured to the one hundred and ninety-second wave. Come on, I have faith in you."
Ding Ning's words of encouragement almost made Song Zhong spit out a mouthful of blood. Thousand Layers of Waves was only the one hundred and ninety-second wave? When the f * ck is this going to end?
The most important thing was that now the huge waves had surged to a height of a hundred meters. The terrifying slapping force had given him a strong fear of death, making him tremble with fear. He felt that he might be smashed into pieces in the next second.
"One hundred and ninety-fifth wave."
"One hundred and ninety-sixth wave."
…
"One hundred and ninety-ninth wave. Come on, hold on, it will break through two hundred soon."
"Beautiful, congratulations, you are the first lucky guest to break through two hundred waves in our company's Thousand Layers of Waves. If you can completely experience the first Thousand Layers of Waves, our company will give you a mysterious prize. Come on!"
…
Ding Ning kept encouraging Song Zhong. Those who didn't know him would think that he was the relatives and friends of the contestants who participated in a game show with a high bonus.
Song Zhong cried. This brat was too evil. He was already scared, but this bastard kept nagging at him, adding to his psychological pressure.
That feeling was like a prisoner on death row who was about to be shot, but someone next to him kept reminding him that there were still eight hours before he was shot … seven hours … six hours … three hours …
No matter how good his psychological quality was, he couldn't stand it. Therefore, when Ding Ning reminded him with a smile that he was lucky to pass through a small checkpoint and had successfully passed through the two hundred and tenth wave, and encouraged him to continue to work hard, Song Zhong completely broke down and cried, "Big brother, I was wrong. I admit defeat, okay? Let me go!"
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