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Pan Xing only felt a surge of anger shooting from the bottom of his feet to his head, causing his eyes to be filled with blood. He clenched his fists and let out a crackling sound as he immediately lifted his right foot!

"Bam!"

"Are you convinced?!" Pan Xing shouted coldly.

"Haha, have your dreams …" Pu Dong laughed arrogantly.

"Bam!"

"Are you convinced?!"

"Haha, stupid son …"

"Bam!"

"F * ck, are you convinced?!"

"Haha, have you gone insane …"

"Bam!"

"Are you going to submit to me?!"

"Haha …"

"…"

Pan Xing viciously stomped on Pu Dong from the fourth arena. At first, Pan Xing had held back a bit, but later, Pu Dong's taunting and disdainful look infuriated Pan Xing, causing him to stomp harder and harder!

Scarlet blood constantly flowed out of Pu Dong's mouth. His clothes had already been soaked in blood, and a large chunk of fresh blood had stained the red sandstone arena. It seemed more and more demonic, and the strong stench of blood was wafting out from the arena!

The scene was quite tragic!

Pu Dong laughed brazenly, madness flickering in his eyes. He glared at Pan Xing and yelled, "If you have the guts, kick me to death! Come on, you stupid son!"

This...

Everyone was shocked. Was this kid not afraid of death? He was even infuriating Pan Xing.

This crazy scene caused the surroundings to turn silent. The other nine youths who were competing in the arena couldn't help but stop what they were doing. They all looked at Stage Four with dull eyes.

F * ck … This wasn't a life-and-death battle …

Everyone turned to look at the Crimson Nimbus Martial University's chief examiner. Logically speaking, since Pu Dong had been beaten to such a state, even if he didn't admit defeat, this would already be considered a loss.

The face of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's chief examiner was cold and indifferent. It was hard to tell that he had any intention of stopping the match.

Warriors could be proud and unyielding, but they also had to know how to be flexible. They had to learn to yield temporarily, as a tough muscle wouldn't bring them any benefits. Instead, they would be tortured more.

If Pu Dong admitted defeat, Pan Xing would still fight, or Pan Xing had plans to kill Pu Dong. He would naturally stop the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's examiner.

"Good, very good!" Pan Xing laughed from anger. "You wanted to force me to kill you, so you let the Crimson Nimbus Martial School cripple me, right? You're thinking too beautifully! "Heh, your father will break your remaining two good legs and let you stay home in peace for three months!" "You … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you … you …

As soon as Pan Xing finished speaking, his aura skyrocketed, and a strong surge of true energy could be clearly seen gathering in his right leg. Pan Xing then lifted his right leg like a bolt of lightning and stomped on Pu Dong's feet with a savage grin!

"Break!" Pan Xing shouted coldly!

"Stop!"

At this moment, an angry shout came from below stage number 4, sounding like thunder!

The corner of Pan Xing's mouth curved into a cold smile. "Idiot, will I even care about you?" He ignored it and continued to step on it.

Just as he was about to step on Pu Dong's legs, a shadow suddenly appeared at the corner of the stage. It quickly stretched out its hand and everyone only saw a shadow flash in front of them before Pu Dong was pulled down from the stage.

"Boom!"

With a loud boom, Pan Xing stomped his feet on the red sandstone arena and instantly created a "ka ka ka" sound. Upon landing on Pan Xing's feet, he saw countless dense, spiderweb-like cracks appear on the ground, looking extremely ferocious! "Swish !"

He could imagine that if it wasn't for Pu Dong being pulled away by someone and his foot stepping on that person's leg, that person's leg would have immediately caused a comminuted fracture. That wouldn't be a simple three month rest.

Pan Xing had struck down heavily!

Pan Xing narrowed his eyes when he saw that the attack had missed. As soon as he looked at the person who had arrived, a cold light flashed across the depths of his eyes.

Hehe, Ling Yan?

"How is it? Do you feel any trembling?" Pan Xing looked down at Ling Yan condescendingly, his gaze filled with disdain, as if he were looking at an ant. "Heh, he's the same as you!"

"Prepare to be slaughtered!"

Ling Yan calmly said as he looked into Pan Xing's arrogant and disdainful eyes.

The wind picked up, sweeping up a few fallen leaves from the ground. They flew to the two of them but broke apart in an instant. There seemed to be a sharp aura rising from the two of them, slaughtering anything that came close!