The terrifying purple flames exploded in the sky, turning into a huge fire curtain covering the entire sky. The terrifying wind and shock wave hit the arena barrier crazily.
Fang Qianmo didn't know when he had arrived outside the ring and was maintaining the stability of the formation. It was precisely because of his actions that the formation could be maintained without collapse.
The purple flames vibrated, the shadows of the fists poked, and the two forces kept colliding together. Fang Tianlan looked like a maniac, and kept waving and raising his hands, and the iron fists kept falling like a violent storm.
"Come on, come on!"
The spiritual power on Fang Tianlan's arms was violent, as if they were turned into weapons. Every punch he struck could cause the space to vibrate, with cracks spreading in all directions.
Situ Wenyao had no fear, and he grasped the spear tightly and bravely accepted the challenge. He no longer held back any moves, and he no longer restrained his own strength. If even Fang Tianlan couldn't cross it, how could he talk about the subsequent battle?
Following Situ Wenyao's outburst, the intensity of the battle between the two escalated again, with each wave of attacks getting stronger and stronger, infinitely close to the realm of Kaitian Palace.
"Fang Tianlan, I didn't expect that since he could achieve this step, it seems that I still underestimated the eldest son of our Prime Minister's Palace before."
Qian Rui looked at Fang Tianlan, who was performing so bravely in the ring, with surprise in his eyes and shock in his heart. Officers similar to him and above in the military would have a feeling of disdain for these young men in the imperial capital.
But I didn't expect that Fang Tianlan could force Situ Wenyao to this point.
However, if Situ Wenyao is serious, the battle should be over.
"Is this the power of the Spirit Devourer?"
Qin Changan looked at the figure wielding an iron fist high in the sky with burning eyes. His eyes were shaking. The power of his bloodline was indeed extraordinary. This was just a spirit-devouring body that had not been developed to its extreme.
If it could be developed to the extreme, how powerful would it be?
In the distance where the second prince was, Situ Yuanliang looked at Situ Wenyao on the ring with solemn eyes, his eyes were full of gloom, and his face was so gloomy that he could almost shed tears.
Stronger again, this guy's strength has become stronger again.
Obviously I have been working hard to catch up, and I have been given many opportunities, but why do I always feel that I am one step behind?
Feeling the terrifying coercion radiating from Situ Wenyao's body, he clenched his hands into fists, took out a few more pills and poured them into them, stimulating his body's potential to recover from his injuries.
He must ensure that if he meets this guy in the next round, he will win in his strongest state.
The situation in the ring was just as Qian Rui expected. As Situ Wenyao completely unleashed his strength, the offensive became more fierce than before, although Fang Tianlan tried his best to resist.
However, he still continued to lose his dominance under this offensive, and even had to deal with it reluctantly in the end. He was defeated step by step, and the phantoms of the spiritual weapons condensed on his body collapsed one after another.
As the shadows of these spiritual weapons shattered, his strength also began to fluctuate, and even tended to decline.
"Lan'er, quickly admit defeat!"
Fang Qianmo outside the ring watched this scene, frowned, and shouted loudly. If the fight continued, Fang Tianlan would definitely not be able to withstand Situ Wenyao's offensive, and he would definitely be hit hard.
"No, I am not willing to do so!"
Fang Tianlan's eyes were filled with reluctance. Ever since he was young, he had been pressured by the second and third princes. Because of the difference in status, he had always swallowed his anger, but this time, the arena was a perfect opportunity for him.
opportunity, he didn't want to lose it just like that.
"Ahhh!"
His arms were dripping with blood, and he was frantically squeezing the potential within his body, condensing a powerful offensive again, waving his hands wildly, and the originally broken spiritual weapon fragments turned into countless sharp hidden weapons at this moment.
"Come on, Fang Tianlan, let me be more excited."
Situ Wenyao felt the oncoming attack without any fear or worry. There was even a fever rolling in his eyes, and the spear in his hand twitched, rolling up countless purple flames and rising into the sky.
Boom!
The entire arena was shaking violently, and a huge cloud of dust and smoke floated up, almost covering the entire arena.
call!
A figure was suddenly thrown out of the ring and hit the ring barrier with a bang. Then it was bounced back by the barrier's repulsive force and fell back onto the ring.
"it's over?"
"Who won who won?"
"The second prince cannot lose. He is a member of the royal family. If he loses to Fang Tianlan, it will be a huge loss."
"The offensive that Fang Tianlan organized in the end was not so easy to follow. Even if the second prince took over, he must have been hit hard, right?"
The strong men on all sides of the arena looked expectantly at the top of the arena, stretching their necks to see clearly what was happening in the dust and smoke, but no matter how they looked, they couldn't see clearly.
Qin Changan and Qian Rui also stood up, looking at the situation on the ring with solemn eyes, for fear of missing any detail.
Although Situ Yuanliang in the distance did not stand up, his face was still solemn and his eyes were fixed on the ring.
The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, and the situation in the ring was gradually revealed. A figure stood in the center of the ring, with blazing purple flames all over his body, sharp eyes, and surging momentum.
"It's the second prince!"
Everyone in the surrounding crowd exploded with surprise. Sure enough, the second prince had won. No matter how powerful Fang Tianlan was, he could not resist the royal heritage.
Then he turned his eyes to the other side of the ring, where a figure was lying. There was a huge pit on the ground, and there were countless cracks in all directions.
The entire arena was filled with a layer of purple flames, and Fang Tianlan fell into a coma and completely lost consciousness.
"On the second stage, Fang Tianlan lost his ability to resist, and Situ Wenyao won."
The room fell from the sky with a roar and landed on the ground with a bang. The violent wind rippled away, blowing away the surrounding smoke and dust in an instant, completely revealing the scene in the arena.
After finishing speaking, he walked towards Fang Tianlan in three steps and two steps at a time. The spiritual power contained in his palms shot into the latter's body, stabilizing his injuries.
Then he picked up Fang Tianlan and walked towards the bottom of the ring.
Watching Fang Qianmo take Fang Tianlan away, Situ Wenyao stretched out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes swayed slightly, and the purple inflammation on his body gradually calmed down.
Fang Qianmo...Fang Tianlan...
Just wait, things have just begun. Next, I will accompany your Fang family to have fun. Since you have chosen the boss, you must be prepared to accept all the consequences.
Then he turned around and walked off the ring with firm steps and steady breath, as if he was not injured at all in this battle.
This scene fell into Situ Yuanliang's eyes. The worry on his face became more intense, his eyes became more gloomy, and his clenched hands became harder.