"Baka!"
The veins on Kato Ki's forehead bulged as he roared furiously. He could not hold it in any longer and was about to charge at Zi Que'er to kill her.
"Baka your grandmother's leg."
Before he could unleash his god-tier ninjutsu and kill Zi Que 'er unexpectedly to regain his dignity, a lazy voice rang out, causing his body, which had been accumulating power to come to an abrupt halt. His expression was extremely grave as he turned his head to look behind him.
"Ding Wuwang is here. Huh? That's strange. When did he appear behind Kato Ki? I didn't see him earlier. "
"Yeah, it's really too strange. How could Ding Wuwang appear out of nowhere? I didn't even notice when he appeared."
"Ding Wuwang's wife is so powerful. She killed Umekawa Jingxiu like she was killing a chicken. Doesn't that mean Ding Wuwang is even more powerful? Haha, the Japanese have run into an iron plate this time. "
"Not necessarily. Umekawa Jingxiu is just Kato Ki's subordinate. Ding Wuwang's wife can kill him easily, but she may not be a match for Kato Ki."
"That's true, but I feel that with King Ding Wuwang's unfathomable appearance, Kato Mu will never be his opponent."
...
The scene of Umekawa Jingxiu being killed by Zi Que'er had shocked the silent crowd. Everyone was discussing the outcome of the battle with Ding Ning.
Out of fear and respect for a powerhouse, they changed the way they addressed Ding Ning to Ding Wuwang. They even backed off to make way for the two combatants so that they would not be affected by the aftermath of the battle.
It was a pity that most of them did not know that a battle between Demigod powerhouses had a terrifying power that could destroy the world. At their current distance, just the aftermath of the battle would be enough to shatter their bones thousands of times.
Of course, since Ding Ning dared to choose his home as the battlefield, he naturally had absolute confidence that he would not endanger anything around him. First, his control of power had reached the peak, so he would never leak any extra power. Second, he had absolute confidence that he could easily defeat Kato Ki, leaving him no chance to attack.
"Ding Ning?"
Although Kato Ki was ordered to challenge Ding Ning, in fact, he did not know what Ding Ning looked like at all. At this moment, when he heard the excited discussion of the crowd, he knew that Ding Ning had appeared. He looked Ding Ning up and down seriously and found that he was too young, so he confirmed with some uncertainty.
"Yes, I am Ding Ning. Don't you want to challenge me? What are you waiting for? Hurry up and make your move. I'm very busy and have no time to waste with you. "
Ding Ning said lazily and yawned out of boredom. He did not know where the Amaterasu Divine Palace got the confidence to think that a mere Peak Demigod could kill him. It was indeed in line with the bad habits of the people of Fu Sang — arrogant and conceited.
"Baka!"
Kato Ki was infuriated by his attitude of ignoring him. He cursed angrily, took small steps and flashed away, causing an uproar among the onlookers. Their faces were filled with horror.
This Japanese guy was really powerful. He could hide himself. How could Ding Wuwang win if he could not even find the enemy's trace?
The onlookers, who had confidence in Ding Ning because of Zi Que 'er's stunning attack, began to murmur in their hearts. They stared at Ding Ning without blinking, waiting to see how he would deal with it.
But when they saw Ding Ning standing there foolishly and looking around blankly as if he had not woken up, they were disappointed. It was over. This time, Ding Wuwang was bound to lose. It did not matter if he lost, but the reputation of Anping martial arts would be heavily trampled under the feet of Fusang martial arts practitioners. This was what they could not accept.
"Swish!"
Kato Ki, who was invisible, saw that he was approaching Ding Ning from behind.
He was less than three meters away from Ding Ning, but he was still looking for his trace like a headless fly. Suddenly, a look of disdain appeared on his face.
"What kind of shit is this? He can't even see through my Escape Skill. Sending me to challenge him is like killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. Forget it. Since it is so unchallenging, let's end the battle."
Kato Ki, who was greatly disappointed, showed a pleased and hideous smile. The jet-black dagger in his hand stabbed toward Ding Ning's back like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.
He was confident that as long as the Grim Reaper's dagger stabbed Ding Ning's back, Ding Ning's kidney would be destroyed instantly and he would lose all his combat power. At that time, he would humiliate Ding Ning in public and use the cruelest method to tear him into pieces to avenge his dog's death.
Of course, he did not intend to let go of the woman in purple. Didn't she claim to be Ding Ning's wife? In that case, he would let the husband and wife die together so that they could be companions on the way to hell.
However, in this world, dreams were plentiful, but the reality made people haggard.
Just as Kato Ki thought that victory was within his grasp, a pair of slender hands that were comparable to Zi Que 'er's suddenly landed on the back of his neck. The pair of hands pinched the skin on the back of his neck and lifted him up like a dead dog.
What made Kato Ki most desperate was that as the hand pinched the back of his neck, his whole body seemed to be anesthetized, and he could not even move a finger. He could not even cut the skin on the back of his neck even if he wanted to.
Ding Ning was 1.85 meters tall. Kato Ki was not short, but he was not very tall either. He was about 1.75 meters tall.
A 1.75 meters tall man was picked up by a 1.85 meters tall man by the back of his neck. The indescribable sense of déjà vu made all the onlookers feel relieved and burst into laughter.
"Let go of Kato-kun. This is just a martial arts exchange, not a life-and-death battle. We should admit defeat."
Those martial arts practitioners of Japan who followed Kato Ki were afraid that Ding Ning would kill them. A middle-aged martial arts practitioner stepped forward and put pressure on Ding Ning in the name of a martial arts exchange.
"Damn it, the Japanese are so shameless. If they lose, it is a martial arts exchange. If they win, it is a life-and-death battle. Even if they admit defeat, they will still cripple them."
Someone cursed angrily.
Lu Yang burst into tears. This was what he was thinking. "I almost knelt down and begged for mercy, but these bastards still broke my legs."
"Martial arts exchange? Okay, no problem. "
Ding Ning did not care and let go of Kato Ki.
The martial arts of Japan were overjoyed. They thought to themselves, "No matter how powerful this guy is, he is still a brainless fool. I can coax him to let go of me with a random excuse."
"No, Ding … King Wu, we were crippled by his subordinates. Why should we let them go when we win?"
Lu Yang shouted anxiously. When he found that Ding Ning was looking at him with a faint smile, he immediately blushed and hung his head in shame.
He could not avenge himself, but now he was counting on the "enemy" he hated the most to avenge him. Even though he was thick-skinned, he felt his face burning.
"Baka!"
Kato Ki did not think that he was no match for Ding Ning. He must have been caught because he was careless. Therefore, when he suddenly found that he had regained his freedom, he immediately cursed angrily. The Death God's Dagger in his hand stabbed at Ding Ning's lower back as fast as lightning like a poisonous snake.
He failed when he was three meters away from Ding Ning. But now, he was less than one meter away from Ding Ning. He did not believe that Ding Ning could dodge his attack at such a distance.
The martial arts of Japan, who had stood on the moral high ground, all smiled happily.
It seemed that they had already seen the scene of Ding Ning's blood splattering on the spot.
"Watch out!"
The spectators all changed their expressions. Lu Yang even cried out involuntarily.
It did not mean that he did not hate Ding Ning anymore. It was just that Ding Ning made him see the hope of revenge. At the same time, Ding Ning had become the last hope of the martial arts circle in Anping. Whether for public or private reasons, he did not want Ding Ning to die in Kato Ki's sneak attack.
Of course, if Ding Ning's opponents were not Japanese devils like Kato Ki, but other martial arts practitioners in Anping, he would not be so kind as to remind him.
"Alas, the evils caused by God can be forgiven, but the evils caused by one's own actions are the hardest to bear. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and break your limbs. But since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish," Ding Ning said slowly.
His words were still lingering in everyone's ears. The smile on Kato Ki's face froze on his face, and he felt his scalp tighten …
Well, actually, he felt his neck tighten. Ding Ning pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up like a dead dog. This made him suddenly realize that Ding Ning's previous victory was not a fluke. Ding Ning's strength was so much stronger than him that Kato Ki could only look up to him from afar.
This filled his heart with regret and frustration. If he had known that Ding Ning's skills were so terrifying, he would not have come here even if his master put a knife to his neck and forced him to come here.
Unfortunately, it was too late for him to realize this. There was no turning back. He could only wait to be slaughtered like a fish on a chopping board.
"Mr. Ding, I am Taro Riverside, the leader of Fuso Martial Arts Exchange Group. Although Mr. Kato's previous means were not bright enough, please give me face …"
The group of Fuso warriors could not help but look at each other bitterly when they saw that the situation was reversed again. The middle-aged martial arts practitioner who had spoken before stepped out of the crowd respectfully and began to plead for Kato Ki.
"Get lost!"
Ding Ning glanced at him coldly. He was not in the mood to talk with such a shameless person, so he spat out a word lightly.
Jiang Bian Taro felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind was in a daze. He grinned and giggled foolishly. Saliva was still dripping from his mouth. He turned around and hugged a Japanese samurai behind him. He giggled and said, "Mama, I want to drink milk."
The Fuso warrior was shocked and reached out to touch Taro Riverside's forehead. He did not feel a fever. Why did he start to talk nonsense? He quickly pushed him away, pressed his shoulders, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you, Commander Taro Riverside? Are you all right? "
"Oh, Dad, Mom doesn't give me milk. I want to drink milk, I want to drink milk …"
Taro Riverside hugged another Fuso warrior next to him and complained loudly, crying and making a fuss.
A man showing such an aggrieved expression caused everyone to feel a chill in their hearts, and they couldn't help but shiver.
Although the Fuso Martial Arts Group realized that it might be Ding Ning's trick, they had no evidence. In addition, Taro Riverside's performance was too shameful, which made all the spectators feel happy. They had no face to stay here anymore. Regardless of Kato Ki's life or death, they forcibly picked up Taro Riverside, who was crying and asking for milk, and fled in disgrace.
"Oh, we won."
"Long live, long live King Wu!"
"King Wu is brave and invincible, long live!"
…
The Anping martial arts practitioners present let out tsunami-like cheers and rushed to Ding Ning like a swarm of bees. Some raised their hands, some raised their legs, and some held their buttocks. They cheered and threw him into the air to catch him, then threw him into the sky … and caught him again …
They used this way to express their inner excitement and gratitude. At this moment, the scene became a sea of joy.
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