C110 slave fighting stage

On the third floor of the underground slave arena, in an extremely well-placed room, a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes sat.

This man's eyebrows were like swords and his eyes were like stars. His face was slightly pale and he held an exquisite wine cup in his hand. The wine inside the cup was a bit red in color.

In the room, there was also a square-faced middle-aged man. The middle-aged man looked at the barbarian who was roaring at the sky and slowly said,

"I was wrong. Although this barbarian has the strength of a Third Rank of the Body Cultivating Stage, his defense is abnormal and his attacking speed is strange. In terms of fists and kicks, he is indeed an invincible existence among the Pulse Cultivating Stage martial artists." If we were to continue fighting, even if he wins a hundred matches in a row, he won't have a problem. "

The young man slightly narrowed his eyes and answered:

"Then let him win. It's better to have more money like this."

The middle-aged man frowned and said:

"That's what I said, but I think we should get rid of this barbarian." Right now, there are no servants in the clan who can fight with this barbarian. The twenty-nine warriors he killed are all disciples of our Heavenly Light Nation s.

The young man had a look of disapproval on his face as he coldly said:

"As a Pulse Cultivator of the Heavenly Light Nation, if no one can defeat this barbarian on the stage, I would have to rely on my own strength to kill him. Wouldn't that make me look even more useless?"

Having said that, the young man let out a soft 'eh'.

"I had thought that there was something special about this Zhao Mingzhe that Little sister Ming Hua was looking for. "It seems that he only knows how to conceal her cultivation level and strength. At the very least, she is just a Pulse Cultivator. If he goes up on stage, she would only be sending herself to her death …"

On the stage, Zhao Mingzhe stood there with a cold expression. The barbarian on the other side had a look of contempt in his eyes, obviously looking down on Zhao Mingzhe.

Before going up the stage, Zhao Mingzhe already knew that the fighting slaves had a rule. When fighting with a barbarian, one could only use punches and kicks, but not weapons.

Helpless, Zhao Mingzhe found an opportunity to make Xiao Meng hide her spatial ring. This clever little fellow was not discovered.

Originally, Zhao Mingzhe did not plan to fight with others before getting rid of the inner demons, but he just had to deal with Ouyang Yao which left him with no other choice!

Amidst the crowd below the stage, quite a few people were already beginning to talk about this:

"Is this man sick or not? Did he just get out of a woman's bed? Don't let this barbarian beat you to death with a single punch!"

"Maybe, this barbarian is too strong. I think that any Pulse Cultivating Stage martial artist would die if they went up there." Of course, it's impossible for warriors at the Pulse Cultivating Stage and above to fight in the slave battlefields. This barbarian will have to continue winning. "

"Who cares? The barbarians will win then." [I bet my fortune is on this barbarian. I just want him dead. The barbarian hasn't won enough. I haven't won enough money either!]

"Right, beat this kid to death, beat this kid to death …"

The faces and necks of the people below the stage were all red, as though they wished that Zhao Mingzhe would be immediately beaten to death on the stage.

The barbarian facing Zhao Mingzhe roared at the sky, and under the support of the crowd, he rushed towards Zhao Mingzhe.

The entire stage seemed to tremble from the impact of the barbarians. Then, the barbarian's huge fists struck towards Zhao Mingzhe's head with a tiger's roar.

Sensing the position of the barbarian's attack, Zhao Mingzhe used the Floating Willow Body Art and dodged it instantly. 'Bang! 'The barbarian's fist hit the iron fence. Although it didn't break, it still bent. However, the barbarian's fist didn't have the slightest injury on it.

Zhao Mingzhe's expression turned cold, just as he was about to retaliate, he did not expect the barbarians to be so fast, even though they were big in size. After the punch missed, the barbarian followed up with a sweep of his fists. Following that, the barbarian's fists turned into afterimages as they continued to hit, looking like Zhao Mingzhe could only dodge.

Gradually, Zhao Mingzhe became like a small boat in a storm, as if he could be flipped over by the fists at any time.

Below the stage, those spectators who had bet heavily on the barbarians were shouting with all their might, their eyes red and constantly cheering. In the eyes of most of the audience, the barbarians had already occupied the absolute right hand, it was just a matter of time before Zhao Mingzhe was beaten to death.

In a room on the third floor, a young man took a sip of the blood-red wine and slowly said,

"What a strange and agile movement technique. How come I have never heard of this Zhao Mingzhe that Little sister Ming Hua brought with him?"

The middle-aged man was also surprised and said,

Not only is his movement technique strange, he is also accumulating energy as he steps back. He is like a bow that has been slowly pulled out.

The moment the middle-aged man finished speaking, on top of the stage, Zhao Mingzhe suddenly let out a loud roar, like a thunderclap, causing the countless people below the stage to be suppressed.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed and he subconsciously opened his mouth and said:

"Counterattack, it's about to begin …"

In the midst of the heaven shocking explosive roar, sharp sounds of friction were emitted between Zhao Mingzhe's feet and the ground. Borrowing the boundless force of the ground, Zhao Mingzhe exploded outwards like a longbow that had been compressed to the limit.

With a step, Zhao Mingzhe raised both his fists, and with the force of two dragons fighting for a pearl, he quickly struck towards the two temples of the barbarian.

From the looks of it, the two pairs of fists of different sizes were clashing!

A loud sound came out, the barbarian's body swayed, and he who had a fist twice as big as Zhao Mingzhe and was half as tall as Zhao Mingzhe, felt the vigorous force coming from Zhao Mingzhe's fist, and could not help but take a step back.

Zhao Mingzhe thought to himself. Right at this moment!

With a loud roar, Zhao Mingzhe's fist was like a hail storm that blotted out the sky as it struck towards the barbarians. The barbarians' complexion changed, and they were forced to defend.

Because of this barbarian's innate divine strength, he was very close to being unrivalled in the realm of pulse cultivation. In fact, even a ninth level pulse cultivation cultivator would not be able to beat a barbarian.

After all, most cultivators, in order to reach the mixed-grade equipment in the future and have a qualitative improvement, would choose a type of weapon to learn from, and the amount of kungfu they spent on punches and kungfu was a bit less. It was only natural that he would be defeated if he didn't use a weapon against the barbarians.

However, there was an exception to the rules of this world. By mistake, this barbarian was going against Zhao Mingzhe. One must know that in his previous life, Zhao Mingzhe had practiced his Eight Extreme Fist to its peak. After his rebirth, he had continuously gained insights from cultivators at the same level.

Relying on his boundless terrain, Zhao Mingzhe unleashed a fist strike that was as tight as a fist, and even threw aside the cultivation technique he came to this world to cultivate, and displayed the Eight Extreme Fist to a stage that no one had ever done before, where no one would ever be able to do it again.

The heavy punch hit the barbarian's body consecutively, causing "Bang Bang" sounds to be heard. The barbarian's body was struck back again and again by Zhao Mingzhe.

The people below the stage who were clamoring to beat Zhao Mingzhe to death had started to become completely silent. They truly did not expect that Zhao Mingzhe would actually erupt with such shocking combat strength.

However, after continuously punching him dozens of times like a violent storm, Zhao Mingzhe's heart was slightly cold. Right now, although Zhao Mingzhe's counter attack which had been accumulating power had not been exhausted, the most frightening thing was that Zhao Mingzhe's heart was starting to feel depressed.

Zhao Mingzhe was very clear that in this kind of environment, if he revealed any signs of an Fallen Devil, it would be impossible to save him.

Because he had to suppress the evil aura and attack at the same time, Zhao Mingzhe couldn't instantly raise his strength to its peak and defeat the barbarian.

However, if things dragged on, Zhao Mingzhe felt that even if he could win, he would definitely fall into the Demon Dao. If he lost his mind and harbored killing intent, that incomparably sharp archer on the third floor would probably kill him!

Zhao Mingzhe could not help but think to himself, Ouyang Yao, Ouyang Yao, oh Ouyang Yao, you offended this Ye Minghua, and not only did you harm me, you also hurt yourself …