C217

Chapter 217 - One Slap flying!

As a result, every match lasted only a short time, and in the time it took for half a stick or even an incense stick to burn, the results of the two's victories and losses were clear.

"Rank 862 on the Golden Ranking, versus rank 604!"

Eight hundred and sixty-two?

This is calling me!

Countless bullets streaked across in front of Zhang Dongcheng.

"You can do it, streamer. This time, we'll see how you act after today!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Sending fish balls!" This time, I will suppress the host, Luo! "

"People are not rich without a windfall. All of you are betting on the streamer. I'm betting on the winner of the opponent!"

"Haha, the last guy who told you that, he went crazy from wanting to get rich, but the streamer immediately made him jump off the building!"

Ignoring the netizens' chatter and farts, Zhang Dongcheng stood up.

"Master, be careful, there's no need to hold back in this arena battle," Jiang Xiaoyan was truly a little worried.

"Mistress, it's fine. I've prepared a white towel. When you can't beat your opponent, or when you're beaten badly, I'll throw it away!" Sun Danchi shook her head and sighed.

He saw that Zhang Dongcheng was just a Battle Disciple. Although he could force the City Master to give up, what if it was used by the entry that Zhang Dongcheng spent money to buy?

"Hehe, don't worry. When I get down, I'll use your white towel to cover your mouth!" Zhang Dongcheng said to Sun Danchi and then caressed Jiang Xiaoyan's smooth and tender face, easily walking up the stage.

Zhang Dongcheng walked up the stage as if he was a normal person, but the previously noisy audience were now all silent. They looked at him in confusion and whispered to each other.

"Who is this guy?" How come I have never seen it before? "

"Look at this guy, he's a Battle Disciple!" "Damn, is he courting death?"

"Hahaha, not only have I watched this Great Sea Arena Contest for 20 years, but this is the first time I've seen a guy with the strength of a battle disciple come up on stage. I wonder if his head has been crushed."

"Sigh, looks like the first fellow to die in the arena is about to be born!"

Hearing the ear-piercing ridicule from below, Zhang Dongcheng's expression did not change, he only glanced at the few people talking at the side of the stage, those eyes that were sharp as knives immediately scared the few people who were trembling, and did not dare say another word.

's opponent, on the other hand, was extremely strong. One second he was walking down slowly, and the next moment he suddenly appeared on the stage.

"Wow, I can tell at a glance that he's an expert!"

"Indeed, it seems like this person's luck is very good. If he manages to get a battle disciple, he will definitely win this match!"

"He is Zhou Yanghua, the leader of Supreme Valley. His saber art is extremely berserk, and he has the strength of a 9-star Battle-Saint!"

"Hey, Battle Sage Battle Disciple? Isn't that just casually crushing them?! "

"Stand aside, just in case that Zhang Dongcheng is killed on the spot, don't splash blood all over us!"

Zhang Dongcheng stood on the stage like a lone mountain, staring at his opponent. However, the few warriors who had mocked Zhang Dongcheng earlier were so frightened that they did not dare make a sound, as though they were lifting a heavy burden.

They felt that they could not keep their face in check, being so scared by a disciple's cold eyes that they did not even know how to speak, and just kept on making sarcastic remarks, ridiculing Zhang Dongcheng for his death this time.

The great battle was about to begin, and the spectating spectators did not care about the few fellows who were scolding Zhang Dongcheng for seeking death, they all stretched their necks and looked towards the stage.

Behind him was an extremely long and thin curved blade that was as red as blood. He coldly looked at Zhang Dongcheng and sneered: "Boy, you're too weak, weak to the point that I'm not willing to kill you! Go down yourself, you only have one life! "

Damn, this Zhou Yanghua was only a 9-star battle saint, but he was already as strong as 25,000, and he didn't even have a single life! How reckless!

Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently: "You are right, your strength is too weak, weak to the point that I don't even want to kill you. I advise you to go down yourself. If you don't listen, hur hur, then don't blame your bad luck today! "

Zhou Yanghua was so angry that his face was flushed red. Even a one star wargod warlord would feel a bit afraid of him when facing his saber technique, yet this kid in front of him still dared to boast so shamelessly!

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" Zhou Yanghua slowly pulled out the blood red long blade, then suddenly shouted out explosively, the terrifying aura of the 9 star battle Saint suddenly exploded, countless of ice cold blade qi swept out towards Zhang Dongcheng!

Countless blade energies swept across the Giant Leviathan's sea of rock, causing the debris to explode like explosives that had been planted in advance. A series of explosions boomed out, causing a large amount of debris to fly out like a thunderclap.

Many of the spectators in the audience gasped. Extreme Berserk Demon's Saber Art was indeed powerful. If this move was taken by him, he had no idea how to deal with it.

"Hehe, that kid is dead for sure!" The audience who had mocked Zhang Dongcheng earlier laughed sinisterly.

"Isn't that so? How dare you glare at us? When he falls off the stage, I'll definitely spit at him!" The people beside him also spoke with disdain.

"Don't worry, by that time, he would already be a dead man. Even if you spit on his face, he wouldn't know, haha!"

As for Zhang Dongcheng, who was on the stage, he shook his head indifferently.

No matter what, you, Zhou Yanghua, are still a 9-star Battle-Saint, with the strength of a three-legged cat below the wargod level?

What kind of saber technique was this?

I think he must be playing the fool!

Zhang Dongcheng was too lazy to even use his martial skills, with a casual wave, he sent a slap into the air!

The wild and violent blade energy seemed to have hit a wall of steel, in the blink of an eye it had turned into nothing, and in the air there was an incomparably fierce palm wind, causing Zhou Yanghua to instantly widen his eyes!

"Pah!"

An extremely clear and resounding slap resounded!

Everyone's hearts shook violently, the berserk blade aura instantly disappeared, and only the Zenith Sect's sect head, the Nine Star Battle-Saint Zhou Yanghua let out a strange cry, and flew out horizontally, falling out of the arena. With the appearance of a hungry dog fighting for feces, he suddenly dropped to the ground and ate a mouthful of mud!

What!

Everyone was stunned and did not know what to do!

Was there a mistake? A dignified 9-star battle saint falling off the stage after being slapped in the air?

That fellow who looked like a mere combat disciple, the fellow who came to seek death in the Great Sea Arena, actually slapped the Nine Star Arena Saint out of the arena with a single slap!

Without even a second, the Sovereign of the Zenith Sect, Zhou Yanghua, had lost!

Zhang Dongcheng slapped him across the face, he turned and walked down the stage, his steps as relaxed as if he had just eaten a meal on the stage.

Zhang Dongcheng acted as if everything was normal, but everyone below the stage had their eyes opened wide, and their minds turned into a ball of paste!