Under the stage, the beautiful girl in green clothes flashed with a look of surprise, and murmured to herself: "No wonder he is so confident, but compared to Linghu Yudao, he is still far behind!"
Xu Zhongda and others who were waiting to see Ling Feng make a fool of themselves were all nervous. They didn't expect that this little general, with his low cultivation level, could be so powerful!
"Huh, I just won one game. With this kind of strength, I'm still far from becoming the king of a hundred battles!"
Xu Zhongda snorted. Ling Feng once boasted that he would win the King of Hundred Battles in Haikou. Now, he only won one game, so what's the big deal?
In the corner of the spectator seats, Linghu Yudao, who lamented how lonely Invincible was, had a faint smile on his lips. In boredom, he whispered in a low voice, "It's a bit interesting."
The referee stood there stunned for a long time, and then he regained his composure, swallowed hard, and said: "The first battle of the Hundred Lian Zhan Challenge, Ling Feng wins!"
Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, calm and calm, like a divine sword with peerless edge.
If you don't come out, that's it. Once you come out of the sheath, the sky and the earth will be pale!
Ling Feng's lips moved slightly and he shouted in a low voice: "Come on, next one!"
The referee took a deep breath, took out a roster, and read: "Second match, No. 107 on the Hundred Battles Ranking, Yunhuang."
That Yunhuang is a woman who looks to be in her early thirties. She has good looks, especially a very hot figure. She is a bit charming, which is probably related to the skills she practices. Her cultivation level is similar to that of Liu Zongyuan, too.
Around the seventh level of Shenyuan Realm.
"You must watch carefully this time to see how Ling Feng takes action!"
The masters on the Hundred Battles Ranking have all worked up to 120,000 points. There is not much difference in strength between Yunhuang and Liu Zongyuan, so they may not be Ling Feng's opponents.
Yunhuang generously took out a skill, which was a volume of high-level earth-level martial arts. The value was not high, but it was not low either.
"General Ling, please show mercy, I'm afraid of pain."
After the battle just now, this Yunhuang was obviously very wary of Ling Feng, and did not dare to be careless at all. Her red lips slightly opened, which was a charming attack, confusing the opponent's mind, and then taking the opportunity to kill the enemy.
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In fact, the battle had already begun the moment she opened her mouth.
Ling Feng looked indifferent, remembering that at the beginning, not even the naturally charming Lin Yao Tribe Princess Hai Lingxiang could confuse his mind, let alone this woman.
"Go down." Ling Feng waved calmly.
Yunhuang's nerves immediately tensed up, and she felt an invisible pressure sweeping over her. The next moment, her delicate body trembled, and she flew directly out of the ring, falling steadily outside the ring.
This hand was freely retractable, making it even more eye-catching than the one that defeated Liu Zongyuan just now.
"This is the pressure of the sword!"
The man in the audience, Tie Wudou, had his eyelids twitching, and a trace of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, "Although the sword is not weak, it's a pity that it is useless to me."
"It turns out to be sword power!"
The masters on the Hundred Battles Ranking suddenly realized, with shock in their eyes. At Ling Feng's age, he was able to understand the power of the sword, which was rare in the world.
"Next."
Ling Feng's face was dull, and he only showed a little bit of his sword power. He also had countless trump cards, which were enough to let these self-righteous masters of the Heavenly Ranking know who is the real king!
At this moment, even the referee's eyes changed from simple indifference to a hint of surprise.
"The third scene, Yu Wan Ting."
Whoosh!
As the referee finished speaking, a handsome and extraordinary figure jumped onto the ring.
This Yu Wanting directly threw out a piece of heaven-grade ore, glanced at Ling Feng with a complicated expression, held the long sword tightly in his hand, made a sword salute to Ling Feng, and said lightly: "Please enlighten me!"
Seeing with his own eyes that Ling Feng instantly killed two top masters on the Heavenly Ranking, he had to put down his pride and go all out.
"Ten Thousand Blades Peak!"
Yu Wanting used all his strength to act, the sword swept across, and the soul behind him exploded at the same time, with a huge force.
Ling Feng smiled lightly, took a step forward, and slapped a palm indifferently.
Buzz!
Yu Wanting's face turned pale immediately, and he felt an incomparable aura sweeping past him, directly pushing his body out of the ring.
Yu Wanting landed firmly on the ground, looked at Ling Feng, took a deep breath, clasped his hands into fists, and said loudly: "Thank you for your mercy!"
After saying that, Yu Wanting turned and left, not staying to watch the battle.
"Strong!"
This time, not only the ordinary warriors, but also the masters who were ranked fifty or above on the Heavenly Ranking could not help but make a sound of admiration.
This Weiyuan General Ling Feifei is indeed a master!
At the VIP seats on the high platform in the distance.
Li Qing and Wang Meng's pupils shrank. Ling Feng won three consecutive battles, and he just casually won the victory without even using any martial arts.
This kid is a hundred times more evil than they imagined!
"Damn it, this kid, he still looks like a rookie who just walked out of the academy?"
Li Qing frowned deeply. He originally wanted to see Ling Feng make a fool of himself, but instead he saw Ling Feng steal the show with his own eyes.
"It seems like this boy does have the ability to be arrogant, but he won't be proud for long."
Wang Meng snorted softly and stared at the arena. However, this level was still within the range he could bear.
However, Su Dongling's expression became a little more exciting, and his eyes flickered: This kid is indeed a little monster!
Under the stage, a trace of fighting spirit once again flashed in the iron-less eyes, but soon it was replaced by disdain, "If it's just like this, for me, it will be vulnerable to a blow after all."
Ling Feng stood calmly on the spot, his expression unchanged, and said calmly: "Next one."
"The fourth battle,..."
The opponent was a man at the eighth level of the Divine Origin Realm. Ling Feng still just raised his hand slightly and whispered: "Go down."
Then, the opponent was thrown out of the ring by an irresistible energy.
"The fifth battle,..."
"The sixth battle,..."
"The seventh battle,..."
…
"The thirty-third battle,..."
For thirty-three consecutive games, Ling Feng's opponents, without exception, were all defeated with one move!
Overall, Ling Feng is like the second Linghu Yudao, only making one move every time he takes action.
"This Ling Feng is so strong that it's unexpected!"
"Could he really be able to complete hundreds of consecutive cuts like the second Linghu Yudao, all with one move?"
"Dream, with his cultivation, he can complete fifty consecutive beheadings to death."
"Hmph, I guess he can win about eighty games in a row!"
"Don't jump to conclusions too early. There is not much difference in strength among the more than sixty opponents in front of you. After the sixtieth game, you will be the real monster!"
"Even if they only win sixty games, it's enough to prove that these guys are no ordinary rookies."
The veterans of Tianmang Fortress nodded with deep understanding. Indeed, Ling Feng's performance at this moment was enough to make most of them feel ashamed.