Kang Jia's words shocked several people around him.
"A fourteen-year-old warrior who is in the middle stage of the Return to the Void Realm and has achieved great success in the Shengqiao Realm?" Mrs. Jieyu took a breath of air, stared at Kang Jia and said solemnly: "Uncle Kang Jia is saying that Xiang Yu is in the middle stage of the Return to the Void Realm.
strength?"
Kang Jia smiled slightly, "There is no such thing as the strength to return to the Void Realm! But this young man is very strange. His artistic conception swept past where we were sitting twice. It was definitely the artistic conception of the Perfection Realm. But it is strange.
What's strange is that this young man has a very mysterious aura about him, and even though my artistic conception is two levels higher than his, I can't penetrate his mind to find out."
"This Xiang Yu is also a person blessed by great luck. Just like the peerless genius in Changfeng County, he has no secrets."
"However, my artistic conception is able to detect Xiang Yu's bones. The bone marrow in his body has never been tempered by the true energy. In this way: This Xiang Yu has the artistic conception of the middle stage of returning to the virtual realm and the great success of the skillful realm, but his own strength is not
This is the cultivation level of Qi Refining Realm.”
After listening to Kang Jia's explanation, the people around him widened their eyes and looked incredulous.
"How come there is such a big gap?"
Mrs. Jieyu once again asked her doubts, and Yin Boxiong and his son sitting beside her also pricked up their ears.
Kang Jia narrowed his eyes, "This situation is very rare, but it is by no means unique."
"I once read a book called "Strange Stories from the Mountains and Seas" in the Purple Stone Palace. It said: There are some supreme powers in this world who can be reincarnated before becoming ancient, and there are some peerless evildoers with innocent hearts who can resonate with heaven and earth...
…These situations may create completely different situations between artistic conception and cultivation level.”
"The Xiang Yu in front of me has a secret hidden in his mind. Outsiders' artistic conception cannot capture the information in his mind."
"Forcibly capturing the secrets of heaven is a provocation to the power of God, and you will definitely suffer disaster from heaven."
Kang Jia's explanation made several people confused, but they knew from this that Xiang Yu was a man blessed by great luck. Kang Jia was probably tempted by this absolute monster and had been specially recruited into the Purple Stone Palace.
mean!
…
The fight in the Colosseum is coming to an end.
The figure of the angry bear is like a drunk man, staggering around, struggling to hold on under the attack of the aggressive scorpion, and may die at any time.
Whoosh.
Xiang Yu suddenly stood up and said to Yin Boxiong: "The defeat of Angry Bear has been decided, I can appear now!"
"Are you going to appear now?"
Yin Qirui was shocked, seeing how powerful the Radical Scorpion was, he did not expect that this third-level gladiator who relied on his connections to participate in the ninth-level competition would appear on the stage.
Xiang Yu narrowed his eyes, "Although Ang Xiong's mouth is a little unpleasant, you can see that he was a straightforward and forthright man. It would be a pity to die like this."
He didn't give Yin Qirui a chance to continue talking.
Xiang Yu lifted up the Qianshan Halberd and rushed into the exit passage with a "swish" sound. With a flick of the dragonfly's finger, the figure was a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye. This unparalleled speed shocked Yin Qirui.
"What a terrifying speed. Is he still the 'third-class gladiator' that Young Master said?"
The radical scorpion has cornered the angry bear.
"Qiang."
The mace in the angry bear's hand was unable to be grasped firmly by another attack from the aggressive scorpion claw scissors, and was knocked away.
The radical scorpion's other claws hit the mace, and the huge tail barb that stood up high also struck down at the angry bear's bald head like lightning at this moment. The angry bear was still shaking its head, already
He was so groggy that he didn't notice the attack of the huge barb on his head.
Seeing that tragedy was about to happen, countless screams rang out from the audience, but at this moment——
An afterimage like light smoke floated into the field, and by the time everyone caught that figure with their eyes, he had already flown out holding the angry bear in danger.
The speed was so fast that even Radical Scorpion, which had evolved to the third level of monster strength, did not react.
"boom."
The radical scorpion's huge reverse tail was inserted into the hard ground again. When it came to its senses, it found that its prey had been carried by another human and fled thirty meters away.
"hiss--"
Its body arched up, its two claws were raised high, and a big tail stood upright, whipping the air into a "crackling" sound.
It can be seen that Xiang Yu's sudden intervention made the Radical Scorpion even more manic, and he launched a murderous intention against the human who suddenly intervened.
In the auditorium.
The 700,000 spectators held their breath for this sudden appearance of a human being, and only waited for a long time before they realized what was going on. Suddenly, curses, applause, and screams... once again swept the entire audience.
"Who is this person?"
The 700,000 spectators unanimously echoed the same voice in their hearts. However, among these spectators, there were also those who had watched Xiang Yu's last solo battle against four giant toothed tigers.
"It's him, our miracle fighter - No. 17."
I don’t know who was the first to recognize Xiang Yu and scream.
"No. 17", Xiang Yu's pseudonym in Lushan Colosseum, this legend among legends, miracle among miracles, finally came into everyone's sight for the first time at this moment.
"It's so fast. The speed of No. 17 is actually much faster than that of a peak warrior in the Transformation of God Realm. With such strength, even if he cannot kill the Radical Scorpion, he can escape unscathed and end up in a draw."
"No, I made a bet before, but I bet that I will die on the 17th."
"Damn it, this is definitely a trap set by the Lushan Colosseum. How can a fourteen-year-old warrior be more powerful than an angry bear at the peak of the Transformation God Realm? Refund the money. I'm going to refund the money. If I had known I would have bet
'Tie'."
"Trap, Lushan Colosseum has set another trap, it's my money!"
…
There were wailings and curses as soon as Xiang Yu appeared on the stage. Although he never made a move, the vast majority of the audience realized his power in an instant, and countless pairs of eyes fell out in shock.
The voice of the director of Lushan Colosseum finally came belatedly at this moment——
"Dear guests, our little miracle fighter finally couldn't help but take action. His speed is too fast and his power is beyond our imagination."
"A being who can survive to this day despite being hunted by a bounty from the Slave Alliance. It seems that not only everyone has underestimated him, but I have also underestimated him. So let us re-understand our 'miracle' today and witness it together.
The birth of a miracle. The fourteen-year-old Hundred Battle King is unprecedented in our Lushan Colosseum."
"Can No. 17 rewrite this history? Let us witness it together."
The director of the Lushan Colosseum was indeed an experienced host. His few words successfully diverted the attention of the angry gamblers to the Colosseum.
At this time in the Colosseum, Xiang Yu had already put the completely unconscious Angry Bear on the ground, but he himself stood in front of the Angry Bear with a halberd.
"hiss--"
The dark eyes of the Radical Scorpion flashed with ferocious and crazy flames, and the slender scorpion legs moved quickly, and the whole body was like a hurricane, carrying the power of destroying the world and rolling towards Xiang Yu.
Although Xiang Yu's figure is tall, he is so small in front of Radical Scorpion.
However, under the spotlight of everyone, this tiny figure chose not to retreat but to advance when facing the Radical Scorpion. The spear was stabbed straight out by Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hanging hand. The tiny figure of "No. 17"
At this moment, the figure exuded the determination and momentum of a river rushing forward.