"The God Territory is just a subsidiary plane of this secular world. If you don't leave the God Territory, you'll never know how many experts are hiding in this world."
The Dragon King sighed.
"Even if he's an exceptional demigod, Ding Ning might not lose to him."
Long Luo recalled Ding Ning's terrifying combat power and regained his composure. He said uncertainly, "I suspect that Ding Ning is also an exceptional demigod."
"How is that possible? How old is he? "
The Dragon King didn't expect Long Luo to have such a high evaluation of Ding Ning. He widened his eyes in disbelief.
He was already very shocked that Ding Ning could become a demigod at such a young age. He saw him as a monstrous genius.
In his opinion, although Ding Ning's previous performance was amazing, his true strength should not be comparable to his. He was probably at the level of a top demigod.
At this level, by continuously polishing his combat skills and going through life and death battles, there was still hope for him to become a peak demigod with his monstrous aptitude in ten or twenty years.
However, becoming a peerless Demigod was not something that could be achieved through the accumulation of time and bitter cultivation. Instead, it required outstanding talent, good cultivation aptitude, superb comprehension, the best cultivation technique, a firm heart of martial arts, enlightenment gained during life and death battles, and some fortuitous encounters. Only then would one have the slightest chance of becoming a peerless Demigod.
Otherwise, there would be piles of exceptional demigods in the God Territory. How could there be exceptional demigods in a thousand years that could be counted on two hands?
To put it simply, as long as a warrior's cultivation aptitude was outstanding enough, he could rely on hard work and time to have hope of becoming a peak demigod. However, if the conditions for exceptional demigods were not met, he would not be able to reach this level even if he cultivated to the end of the world.
Even if all the standards were met, if he did not have enough time to accumulate, he would not be able to become an exceptional demigod.
Moreover, the younger one became an exceptional demigod, the higher his future achievements would be. His combat power would also be stronger. It was inevitable that he would be invincible in the same realm. He could even fight above his level.
The Dragon King recalled that the number one peerless Demigod in God's Domain had spent a hundred years cultivating day and night. He had also encountered a great opportunity before he had become a peerless Demigod. Meanwhile, the number two peerless Demigod had spent nearly three hundred years before he had barely reached this level. The difference in strength between him and the number one peerless Demigod was massive.
Therefore, when the Dragon King heard Long Luo say that Ding Ning might be an exceptional demigod, his first reaction was that it was absolutely impossible.
The number one peerless Demigod was extremely talented. Moreover, he had cultivated in the Divine Territory that was rich in spiritual Qi and had spent over a hundred years to become a peerless Demigod. He was known as the number one monster that was hard to come by in a thousand years.
How old was Ding Ning? Although the Dragon King did not know his exact age, according to Ding Lie's estimation, he should be in his twenties at most. Becoming a peerless demigod in his twenties? What kind of joke was this?
"I'm not sure about this either, but I feel that he is very strong. At least, I'm far from being his match."
Long Luo could not figure out Ding Ning's true strength either. He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "We've fought before. I used my strongest defense, but I couldn't take one move from him. That's why I feel that he hasn't shown his true strength yet."
The Dragon King's countenance changed. He knew Long Luo's strength better than anyone else. Perhaps Long Luo's battle prowess was not on par with the Dragon King's current strength, but Long Luo had the ancestral bloodline. In terms of physical defense, he could be said to be invincible among those in the same realm. But even so, he still couldn't take one move from Ding Ning. How strong exactly was Ding Ning?
"Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell you. I've also broken through to the pinnacle of Demigod. My defense is at least three times stronger than before."
Long Luo said self-deprecatingly with a hint of bitterness at the corner of his lips.
"What?"
The Dragon King was so shocked that his eyeballs almost fell out. His face was in a daze, and he felt that his understanding of this world had been completely overturned.
"One move is enough!"
Just as the two brothers were conversing softly, Ding Ning's calm voice rang out slowly. He raised his hand and slowly slapped Augustus's face.
Bam!
Nicholas's smug smile suddenly froze on his face. He watched in horror as Augustus stood where he was like a fool and flew backward like a kite with a broken string after being slapped by Ding Ning's terrifyingly slow slap. Augustus directly flew into the wall of the arena and made a heavy, muffled sound, creating a human-shaped pit on the wall. Augustus's face was filled with shock.
Then, he slowly slid down the wall like a mural and landed heavily on the ground with a thud. He fell unconscious with his head tilted to the side like a dead dog. Blood kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth, and half of his face was swollen like a facial mask. It was impossible to tell his original appearance.
"You … This … Gulp …"
Nicholas was tongue-tied and could not utter a complete sentence for a long time. The corners of his eyes kept twitching, and his Adam's apple rolled. He swallowed with difficulty, and his mind went blank. His heart was shrouded in fear.
Although Augustus was a little weaker than him, the difference was extremely small. He really could not understand what had happened. Why was he standing there motionless like an idiot and waiting to be slapped?
Ding Ning slowly withdrew his hand. His eyes, which were flashing with a faint purple light, were so calm that it was frightening. He just looked at Nicholas and slowly walked over.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Every step he took was not loud, but it seemed extremely heavy in this quiet space. It was as if the god of death was dancing and knocking heavily on Nicholas's heart, making his heart beat as if it was tired. Fine beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead, and his whole body trembled. His eyes were filled with endless fear and pleading.
He finally understood why Augustus stood there motionless and waited to be slapped. It was not that he did not want to move, but that he could not. An invisible binding force made him feel as if he was trapped in a swamp, and it was difficult for him to even move a finger.
Smack!
It was still the same old trick. Ding Ning slowly raised his hand and lightly slapped Nicholas's face.
He felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train. His entire body flew out like a cloud and crashed heavily into the wall. He fell to the ground and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His head tilted to the side and he fainted.
It was not because of how strong the impact was, but because Ding Ning's slap seemed to have not used much force, but a strange force had leaped into his body along his facial muscles, wildly destroying his internal organs and the meridians in his limbs, causing him to suffer heavy injuries in an instant.
The arena was completely silent. Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at the tall and thin figure that stood quietly like a god of war. At this moment, Ding Ning seemed so strange and imposing in their hearts.
"Do you want to come out yourself, or do you want me to drag you out?"
It was not until Ding Ning's indifferent voice suddenly sounded that everyone came to their senses. They looked around in confusion and horror. They actually did not notice that there was someone hiding at the side.
"Smack, smack, smack!"
A blond and extremely handsome young man clapped his hands and slowly walked down the stairs from the laboratory. With a bright smile on his face, he praised in fluent Shenzhou language, "Amazing. I didn't expect that the little magic doctor is not only good at refining elixirs, but also has such a high level of martial arts cultivation. It's ridiculous that after the Warriors' Assembly, the underground forces have made comments on the Bitter Sea Forum, thinking that you only have the strength of the Late-stage of Divine Martial Arts at most. I didn't expect that you had hidden your strength so deeply that even my two disappointing senior brothers could not withstand one move from you."
Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at José's handsome face that could make women crazy, and said indifferently, "Do you know what I want to do most now?"
"What do you want to do?"
José narrowed his eyes and asked subconsciously.
"To smash your hypocritical face."
Before he finished his words, Ding Ning appeared in front of José like a ghost and slapped him in the face.
"Humph! I'm not like my two useless senior brothers. Do you really think I don't know that you rely on your eyes that can confuse people's minds? "
José snorted coldly and suddenly retreated like lightning.
When Augustus was slapped away, he was also shocked. He stared at Ding Ning and observed him for a long time. Finally, he found that there seemed to be something wrong with Ding Ning's eyes, which were like a bottomless pool that could attract people's full attention.
This made him feel relieved that Ding Ning's strength would not be too high, and he only needed to be careful not to be confused by his eyes.
He was very confident that with his strength, as long as he did not encounter those hidden old monsters, it would be absolutely difficult for him to meet his match in the younger generation.
Ding Ning would not be an exception.
Therefore, he was fearless.
Even if Ding Ning did not expose his whereabouts, he planned to show up and take him down.
The elixir was not only attractive to Nicholas and others, but also an irresistible temptation for him.
In particular, his teacher Odin was stuck in a certain bottleneck. Maybe the elixir refined by Ding Ning could help him break through this bottleneck and step into a higher realm.
Slap!
Unfortunately, the ideal was full, but the reality was too harsh.
A resounding slap resounded, echoing in the spacious arena.
Ding Ning did not use force in this slap, so José was not injured. However, his face was swollen like a pig's head, destroying his perfect and flawless image.
"F * ck, you damned yellow-skinned monkey …"
José covered his face and could no longer pretend to be elegant and noble. He flew into a rage out of humiliation and scolded loudly.
He would rather Ding Ning knock him out with a slap than to humiliate him by slapping him neither lightly nor heavily.
"Slap!"
"I am Martial God Odin's last disciple, José. You dare to humiliate me like this, my teacher will not let you off …"
"Slap!"
"My teacher will kill you. He will kill you …"
"Slap!"
"Damned bastard …"
"Slap!"
"I beg you, stop hitting me. I was wrong, okay?"
"Slap!"
…
José roared furiously out of humiliation. He did not even hesitate to use Martial God Odin to threaten Ding Ning. However, what he received in response was a series of slaps. No matter how he dodged, and even launched a few counterattacks, he was unable to touch Ding Ning's fur. Instead, he was unable to avoid the slaps that followed him like a shadow.
In a short period of time, José could not remember how many slaps he had received. No matter how he threatened or begged for mercy, the slaps always slapped his face like maggots on a tarsal bone.
"Sob sob sob … Don't … Don't hit me anymore … I beg you … sob sob sob …"
Even though Ding Ning did not use any force, his face was so swollen that it was unrecognizable. Under the combination of grief and indignation, José completely broke down and bawled like a child.
This made Ding Ning a little embarrassed to hit him. He rubbed José's head and messed up his meticulously combed golden hair before nodding in satisfaction. "You look much more pleasing to the eye like this. Good boy, don't cry."
Everyone did not know whether to laugh or cry at this scene. Their expressions were colorful. They found it funny that José would cry from being slapped, but they also found it funny that Ding Ning spoke as if he was coaxing a child.
Only Kong Lei pursed her lips and snickered at the side. She secretly pitied this unlucky José. After his whereabouts were exposed, he still had an arrogant attitude as if everything was under his control. Did he not know that a certain someone hated people who were more handsome than him but still showed off in front of him?
"Sob sob …"
José covered his swollen face and cried his lungs out. He was out of breath and his face was covered in snot and tears. His sorry appearance was completely different from his high-spirited self earlier.
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