If Guo Yue was just an ordinary eighth-grade warrior, it would not make others so desperate.
Because after learning about the birth of the divine weapon, masters from all over Suzhou and Hangzhou and even surrounding provinces and cities rushed over, including many at the eighth level.
However, Guo Yue happened to be practicing the Shaolin "Golden Bell" magical skill!
The Golden Bell Cover is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin and is known as the strongest defense.
Once it is fully formed, the bones in the chest, back and other places will be merged together as if they were born as one piece. They will not be touched by fists or feet, nor can they be damaged by swords. The surface of the skin will have a metallic luster, which can be seen at a glance.
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If you practice it to the extreme, the diamond will be indestructible, invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, there will be no need to use force, and you will be invincible in the world!
And now, Guo Yue's exposed arms are showing a light golden color, which is enough to prove that he has practiced the golden bell cover magic skill to a great level.
Unless a ninth-grade warrior uses absolutely overwhelming power, it will not be easy for a warrior of the same realm to appear on the stage, let alone defeat him, or even cause damage to him.
At this moment, another sneer came from the audience: "Hmph... Although the Golden Bell is powerful, it may not be invincible. I'm here to meet you!"
The next moment, an old man's figure skyrocketed and flew onto the stage.
I saw him wearing black clothes. He was about sixty years old. His hair was covered with silver threads, but there were no wrinkles on his face. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his temples were bulging high. At first glance, he seemed to have extraordinary skills.
"Eagle Claw Sect, He Feihong, an eighth-grade warrior, please enlighten me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone around him exclaimed: "Isn't this the head of the Eagle Claw Sect? It is said that his eagle claw skills are so superb that he can penetrate cracked gold and stone. If he goes down with one claw, he will either die or be injured!"
"Yes! Head He has advanced to the eighth level more than ten years ago. Now he is probably only one step away from the ninth level. He might be able to defeat Guo Yue!"
"No, no! In my opinion, Guo Yue's golden bell is more powerful!"
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Just when everyone was chatting, a small screen on their seat suddenly lit up on its own. Ye Fan saw many people quickly clicking on the screen, with excited expressions, and excitement shining in their eyes.
However, because the distance was too far, Ye Fan could not see clearly what was on the screen.
Confused, he asked Chu Jingguo: "Grandpa Chu, what are those audiences doing now?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhan Tiange took the initiative to explain without waiting for Chu Jingguo to speak:
"Brother Ye, this is actually a betting machine! In addition to holding competitions and selling martial arts in this underground arena of mine, the audience can also directly use their bank accounts to place bets on the players they like!
People with unique vision can make a lot of money overnight. Of course, there are also people who make mistakes in judgment and lose everything! How about it, Brother Ye, are you interested in playing? "
When Ye Fan heard this, his head shook like a rattle.
Although Chu Jingguo and Zhan Tiange both mistook him for someone from the ancient martial arts world, Ye Fan knew in his heart that he was just a little loser!
Now there are only a few tens of thousands of Huaxia coins left in his bank card, which is what is left over from the one million that Chu Mengyao gave him before to buy medicinal materials!
However, this underground arena can definitely be regarded as a gold-selling cave. Although the spectators who come to place bets win and lose, as the banker behind the scenes, Zhan Tiange can control the odds and has long been invincible.
, only win but never lose.
The amount of money he earns every year just from this underground arena is an astronomical amount.
At this moment, the battle in the arena officially started.
He Feihong from the Eagle Claw Sect held the five fingers of his right hand into an eagle claw, and with a devastating force, he suddenly grabbed Guo Yue's chest, as if he had condensed his whole life's martial arts will into this claw, full of momentum.
"Stab it!"
For a while, the sound of breaking through the sky was endless.
However, facing this claw that could open the chest and pierce the abdomen, Guo Yue did not dodge. Instead, the corners of his mouth curved upwards in a strange arc. Then his anger dropped from his dantian. He looked at the eagle claws that were close at hand and let out a burst of anger.
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"Bah!"
The next moment, Guo Yue's body suddenly shone brightly, and a golden bell-like barrier appeared.
"Zheng!"
He Feihong's eagle claw hit Guo Yue's chest, and a sound of gold and iron was heard.
Immediately afterwards, He Feihong felt a sudden volcanic eruption of counter-shock force on his right hand. He screamed "Ah" and retreated seven or eight steps in a row until he retreated to the guardrail at the edge of the ring.
Only then can we gain a firm foothold.
The five fingers of his right hand were hanging down in a very twisted posture. The bones in his right hand were broken every inch, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow. He needed to recover for at least several months.
On the other hand, Guo Yue had no injuries except for five finger holes in the clothes on his chest, and he still had a winner's smile on his lips.
"How... how is it possible? How can your golden bell be so powerful?!" He Feihong shouted in disbelief.
How did he know that once the Golden Bell Shield reaches the level of Dacheng, the magic is not only its invincible defense power, but also the ability to use huge resonance vibrations to turn the enemy's attacks into invisible energy, and then use it in a special way
Double the counterattack and use your strength to injure the enemy!
In other words, as long as the enemy's attack is within the upper limit of the Golden Bell's defense, the more lethal the enemy's moves are, the greater the counterattack will be.
After He Feihong lost all five fingers on his right hand, he naturally had no strength to fight anymore and could only walk off the stage in dejection.
In the next half hour, several eighth-level warriors coveted the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword and were unwilling to challenge them.
However, Guo Yue showed an invincible posture, like the motionless King Ming, standing motionless on the spot, but no one could cause any harm to him.
For a time, many people in the venue retreated.
"This Guo Yue is really awesome! The Shaolin Golden Bell Shield, the strongest defensive magical power, really deserves its reputation!" someone said with emotion.
"Unless a ninth-grade powerhouse or a legendary master appears, no one in the field can be his opponent!"
"That's right! It seems that the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword is most likely to be in Guo Yue's bag!"
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Just when everyone thought that Guo Yue would be the final winner, suddenly, there was a commotion in the underground arena.
A dozen men in black uniforms, with solemn expressions, walked in from outside, carrying a solid smell of blood.
What's more important is that the men in black all have mustaches and look like Japanese people.
Among them, a young man in his early twenties was surrounded by stars.
The man was wearing a traditional Japanese warrior uniform. He looked handsome, and in his long, narrow and deep eyes, he looked down upon the world and showed his awe-inspiring attitude of being arrogant!
In his hand, he held a sword with a strong evil aura, which was in sharp contrast to the awe-inspiring righteousness on the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword.
This young man held a sword in his hand, flew up to the ring, and said loudly in broken Chinese dialect:
"I am the Japanese warrior Sato Kojiro! I heard that a magic weapon was born here, so I came here to ask for it!
Your Chinese martial arts are vulnerable to a single blow! Chinese warriors are all ants! If you don’t want to die, obediently hand over your magic weapon, otherwise you will fight to the death!”
Saying that, Sato Kojiro smiled cruelly and made a motion of slitting Guo Yue's throat. He was extremely arrogant!
At this time, before Guo Yue said anything, the audience in the venue became excited and yelled:
"Fuck! How dare a little Japanese man act so arrogantly on our Chinese territory? This is intolerable!"
"Guo Yue, I support you, beat that arrogant little Japanese to death!"
"That's right, since you stand in the ring, it means you have signed a life and death certificate, and death is not a pity! Guo Daxia, let him learn our Chinese magical skills!"
Hearing the indignant voices of everyone, Guo Yue's face was as dark as water, and his expression was extremely serious.
When facing Sato Kojiro, he felt an unprecedented pressure, especially the sword in the opponent's hand, which even gave him a slight threat of death.
But at this time, it was impossible for Guo Yue to retreat.
"Bah!"
Suddenly, they shouted loudly and roared: "Little Japanese, come on, look at Grandpa Guo, I won't beat you until you don't even recognize your own mother!"
Immediately afterwards, the muscles on his body tightened, as if covered with a layer of golden gauze, full of explosive power, as solid as gold.
Seeing this scene, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Sato Kojiro's mouth, a violent killing intent emerged from his body, and his whole aura rose to the extreme.
"Iai—draw your sword and strike!"
Visual inspection!
Breathe!
Pay it forward!
Cut it off!
A series of rapid slashes with the sword were completed in an instant. The ordinary spectators only felt that their eyes were darkened, and they could not even see Sato Kojiro's figure clearly. They only felt a roar of the sword that resounded throughout the world, like an evil dragon stirring up trouble.
The next moment, Sato Kojiro returned to his original position and returned the sword to its sheath.
The entire process took less than half a second, and 99% of the people in the venue had no idea what was going on.
"Tsk!"
At this moment, a neat and smooth red line appeared on Guo Yue's neck opposite him, and then bright red blood surged out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground.
"Peng!"
Guo Yue's head fell to the ground.
"thump!"
Immediately afterwards, his burly body with a golden bell also fell to the ground, lifeless and completely dead.
For a moment, there was a dead silence in the venue, and there was no sound, and the atmosphere instantly solidified to freezing point.
All the audience were stunned and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.
The eighth-level warrior Guo Yue, who was previously considered invincible, was killed so easily?!
At this time, Sato Kojiro stepped forward step by step and kicked Guo Yue's head under the ring like a ball, humiliating him to the extreme.
But at this moment, facing Sato Kojiro who was like a murderous god, everyone held their breath and concentrated, not daring to release their breath, as if being pressed hard on the seat by an invisible force, unable to move.
Suddenly, Sato Kojiro suddenly raised his head again, looked around, and said arrogantly and provocatively:
"With all due respect, everyone here is scum! You sick men of East Asia are vulnerable!"