C15 Defeated
C15 Defeated
"I have to admit, your fighting style is really despicable, but I want you to know... Your little tricks are ineffective against me. I am not some trash at the third or fourth level of Strength Realm. In front of absolute strength, everything you do is futile. " Ji Wushuang stretched out a finger and waved it. He looked at the handsome young man in front of him. There was contempt in his eyes.
Before he went on stage, he had clearly understood that his opponent was still a trash, and his strength was still at the First Layer. This had been proven by Ji Cheng and Ji Shan.
"You seem to be very confident in your own strength?" Ji Wuyan smiled faintly and remained calm. There wasn't the slightest ripple on his face because of what his opponent said just now. "However, don't worry. Since I have already met you... I won't hide my true strength anymore. I also believe that those little tricks won't be able to do anything to you. Because... "
Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly shot out. Like a bolt of lightning, he swiftly appeared in front of his opponent, his five fingers forming a fist. He punched toward his opponent's chest. At the same time... A loud voice echoed in the crowd's ears, shocking everyone present...
"I'm also a Sixth Layer!"
Bang!
Ji Wushuang received the heavy punch. The powerful force caused his body to take a few steps back. His pupils dilated, and his face was filled with disbelief. "This is impossible!"
However, the tingling sensation on his arm told him that this was the truth. The force of the punch just now was definitely more than 600 Jin. This was definitely not the strength of a trash!
If Ji Wushuang was like this on the arena, the disciples below the stage were even more shocked. Even the elders of Ji family who were watching from the side stood up one after another, and their eyes fell into a daze.
"This... How is this possible?"
"Genius, he is definitely a genius like his father!"
"My god, he actually forced Ji Wushuang to retreat with a single punch!" A disciple exclaimed.
"Unbelievable!"
"F * ck, so he was just teasing us just now!" someone said, dumbfounded.
...
All the disciples fell into a state of confusion and shock.
"This is absolutely impossible, I don't believe it!"
Ji Wushuang couldn't admit such a fact and shouted. With a sway of his body, he dashed towards his opponent, throwing punches to his left and right. He kept throwing out attacks. The wind from his palm was whistling, and his fists were constantly moving. His body was shaking and stirring up a cloud of dust. ...
"What's wrong? Your absolute strength? Your confidence? Can you tell me where they are now?"
Facing such a fierce attack, Ji Wuyan's expression was natural. His mouth carried a calm smile as he said indifferently.
"Ah!"
His opponent's words seemed to have turned into millions of sharp thorns that pierced deep into his heart. The rationality in his mind burned to nothing at this moment as he let out a furious roar. He actually took out a dagger from his sleeve. The bright silver dagger emitted a faint cold light that stung people's skin. It made people feel terrified looking at it...
"Die, I want you to die!"
A cold voice came out from Ji Wushuang's mouth. At this moment, he was determined to take Ji Wuyan's life, and he couldn't bear the fact that there was someone in his family who was even more outstanding than him.
"Not good, it's a weapon of murder!"
The faces of the elders who were watching from afar changed. They were about to stop him, but what happened next stunned them and made them stand on the spot.
"Want to kill me? That'll depend on whether you have the ability or not!"
A cold light appeared in Ji Wuyan's eyes. He took advantage of the time when the opponent took out his dagger to block the attack and kicked.
For the past seven days, he had been fighting with the demon beasts in Demon Sealing Tower. He already had the sense of smell of a wild beast, plus his extraordinary soul perception. The moment his opponent took out his dagger, his body instinctively attacked.
"Wow!"
Ji Wushuang was hit in the chest, and blood sprayed out of his mouth as he flew backwards.
"I'll give you a few more kicks!"
A cold light glinted in his eyes, and a black shadow flashed. He then leapt into the air, and just as Ji Wuyan was about to end this battle, a thunderous explosion rang in his ears.
"Stop!"
Swoosh!
A black figure appeared out of thin air in front of him. Under his terrified eyes, a palm slammed down on his chest.
"Pu!"
His eyes widened in disbelief. Ji Wuyan instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, and heavily smashed onto the arena...