Wang Meng's voice came, and after finishing his words, he looked at the skinny young man and the strong man who were taking their respective positions on the battlefield.
The two sides didn't want to waste time. Since both sides had monks on the ninth level of the Earthly Immortal Realm, they decided to decide the outcome in one round.
"Ouyang Zi, I have met my senior brother."
After the skinny young man came on stage, he bowed to the strong man very politely and said respectfully.
"Ouyang Zi? I've never heard of it. I advise you to get off the stage quickly, so as not to be embarrassed when I punch you down later!"
The burly man opposite him obviously had no intention of paying attention to this bean sprout, and replied with a cold face.
"Haha, I'm sorry, senior brother. I have to take down the leader this time. Please ask senior brother to take action."
Ouyang Zi said with a calm expression. After speaking, he raised his sleeves and covered his mouth and coughed twice.
Seeing Ouyang Zi's sick and consumptive appearance, the disciples in the audience all booed.
From the looks of it, he looks like a guy who indulges in drinking and sex, and uses elixirs to improve his cultivation. With such strength, he still dares to appear in such a situation. Is it because he thinks he is not embarrassed enough?
Even Chen Chao and Wang Meng who were beside Zhang Yifeng frowned when they saw this scene. How could this posture be a match for the strong man opposite.
The two of them turned around unconsciously and looked at Zhang Yifeng, only to find that the smile on Zhang Yifeng's face did not diminish, and he looked at Ouyang Zi on the stage with an enigmatic look.
"Don't worry, keep reading, you will see it soon."
On the stage, the strong man looked at Ouyang Zi's frail look, and felt secretly happy in his heart.
I originally thought that it would be difficult to deal with a monk of the same level, but I didn't expect that this guy turned out to be a consumption ghost.
This time he was able to pick it up.
With a flash of light in his eyes, the strong man shouted angrily, and disappeared like a ghost, rushing towards Ouyang Zi who was still covering his face and coughing.
As if Ouyang Zi didn't notice that the strong man had launched an attack, he was still covering his face and coughing.
"Succeeded!"
When the burly man appeared again, he was already behind Ouyang Zi, and he was ready to punch out.
Seeing this scene, the monks watching in the audience all exclaimed in amazement.
Unexpectedly, this strong man was so fast. Ouyang Zi didn't even have time to react before he was about to be hit.
Just when some of the timid monks had closed their eyes and dared not look, the strong man punched Ouyang Zi in the back of the heart.
Just hearing a loud bang, the proud look on the strong man's face gradually disappeared.
"ah!"
After a scream, the strong man retracted his fist and looked at the fist that had been pulled down, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
"Huh? Senior brother, why did you take action? Okay then."
As if Ouyang Zi had just come back to his senses, he turned his head and glanced at the burly man.
Ouyang Zi raised his hand and punched the strong man in the face with a simple punch.
The strong man only saw a fist as big as a sandbag getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes. A huge force hit his face. He rolled his eyes and flew backwards.
"Hey, senior brother, I'm sorry. Did I hit you too hard?"
Looking at the strong man flying backwards and embedded in the stone bricks below the competition platform, Ouyang Zi's weak face showed a look of fear.
Suddenly the whole scene fell silent, except for Ouyang Zi, who was squatting at the edge of the ring and kept talking to the unconscious strong man under the ring.
Wang Meng and Chen Chao blinked twice and looked at Zhang Yifeng behind them.
Good guy, it’s exactly what Zhang Yifeng said. It was indeed the No. 5 team that won.
The strongest members of Team No. 6 fell, not to mention they fell so simply. The remaining two members of Team No. 6 chose to surrender without saying a word.
"Um, Junior Brother Zhang, how do you know that team No. 5 will win?"
"Ahem, my junior brother is not very talented. I have also learned a little bit about body training. I can tell whether there are traces of body training on a person.
Although that sturdy man is tall, he is not a practitioner of physical training."
"On the other hand, it's that Ouyang Zi. The traces of physical training on his body are very strong. I can tell at a glance that he has an extraordinary physique."
Listening to what Zhang Yifeng said, Wang Meng's eyes showed doubt again.
"But I saw that the way he was coughing and the feeling of weakness were not just fake."
"It's true that I'm not pretending. To be honest, my junior brother has also learned some medicine. This Ouyangzi does have a stubborn disease, so we don't need to worry too much."
"If we were to fight against him, we would only need to consume his physical strength and we would be able to win easily."
This Ouyangzi is indeed sick, and it is not the consumption he manifested.
If Zhang Yifeng were to examine it carefully, he would also be able to see what kind of stubborn disease is plaguing Ouyang Zi's body.
"I see, junior brother, you know a lot of things. As expected, you have risen from the lower world after going through a lot of hardships!"
Chen Chao was listening to Zhang Yifeng's conclusions and looked at Zhang Yifeng with admiration in his eyes.
"It's all trivial matters. If you want to learn, senior brother, I can teach you."
Zhang Yifeng waved his hand very modestly, with a smile on his face.
While Zhang Yifeng and Wang Meng were talking, the results of the competition on the competition stage were quickly revealed, and No. 7 won the final victory.
"It's our turn."
Zhang Yifeng nodded confidently and was about to go on the field. Suddenly, the No. 9 team who was about to compete with Zhang Yifeng and his team in the distance sent a person to trot all the way to the referee's side.
"No. 9 surrenders, No. 10 wins."
The referee's loud voice resounded throughout the audience. Seeing the three members of team nine leaving in despair, Zhang Yifeng sighed deeply.
Originally, Zhang Yifeng was ready to go on stage to have a good time, but unexpectedly the other party chose to surrender and admit defeat.
But this is good, at least they can preserve their strength.
The next battle will either be a one-sided victory for the team on the ninth floor of the Earthly Fairy Realm, crushing the opponent, or it will be an anxious battle with a small gap in strength between the two sides.
The final ten teams were born, except for No. 5, No. 12, No. 15, who were the ninth-level monks of the Earthly Immortal Realm, and Team No. 10, where Zhang Yifeng was.
The rest of the team has more or less injured monks, and most of them have been determined to be the team that will accompany them for a lap.
Of course, one of these teams can still advance to the semi-finals, and maybe with luck, they can reach the finals all the way.
The next duel will be fought in the order in which the previous battle ended. In the first battle, two teams of equal strength, No. 2 and No. 4, will fight.
It's just that one person in Team No. 2 was seriously injured and lost his fighting ability, and was eventually eliminated by Team No. 1 without any effort.
Before the second battle even started, Team No. 7 chose to abstain directly. They did not want to waste their energy on what had already been decided.