Super Asura System

Although Zhao Yiming was worried, he didn't say it out loud because it sounded like nonsense. He couldn't trust anyone.    

    

The first day of the war had come to an end. Both sides immediately went back to their respective camps to rest. At the same time, they were also researching new countermeasures. They found that this was the only way to go.    

    

The next day, the two sides continued to fight. The fight was still chaotic. There was no progress compared to yesterday. Anyway, they just sent their experts to finish it.    

    

Just like that, they fought for seven consecutive days. In these seven days, only Bu Ying and the other two had performed well. After winning a few rounds in a row, Zhao Yiming no longer allowed them to fight.    

    

On the eighth day, it was finally Saint Level Expert's turn to fight. At this point, the battle had reached its climax, and the climax had finally arrived.    

    

The first one to enter the arena was the patriarch of the Mammoth Race, Xiang Rongchang. This fellow was tall and big, and he held a pair of hammers in his hands. The two hammers knocked on each other, causing a buzzing sound to be heard.    

    

He shouted loudly, "Which one of you came here to die?"    

    

The Wild Horse Race's Patriarch, Ma Yanbo, also flew up onto the arena at this moment. The weapon in his hand was a long whip, and he roared furiously as he attacked.    

    

Ma Yanbo's Soft Whip was very long. He did not give his opponent a chance to get close. After the two of them fought for about an hour, his whip wrapped around his opponent's neck. It broke his neck bone in an instant, then he kicked Tian Chi.    

    

Han Zangdao nodded his head towards the back. A man in black flew onto the stage. With a calm expression, he said, "I am Fang Debiao from the Dry Boundary. Today, I am here to teach you what is the way of respect in the lower realm."    

    

Ma Yanbo immediately shouted in anger. He fiercely lashed out with his whip. The latter flashed to the side. When the whip landed on the stage, all the lotus leaves shook.    

    

Fang Debiao's body swayed and he lunged forward. After exchanging more than ten moves, the two of them were pushed in front of each other. At this moment, the Soft Whip was no longer useful, and his heart was pierced through by the whip.    

    

Fang Debiao smiled and clapped his hands, saying, "This is really too easy. Can't you make me sweat a little?"    

    

His words had angered the experts of Demon Clan. A few more experts came forward. In the beginning, they were still fighting with great enthusiasm, but once this guy released the Playing Field, the situation of the battle immediately changed, and all of them were killed by him.    

    

In a flash, he had also stepped onto the arena. He looked at his opponent and said coldly, "You have some ability, but it's a pity that you are too arrogant. Initially, I didn't want to bully you after fighting so many battles, but I really couldn't help it. "    

    

Fang Debiao said disdainfully, "Those few fellows just now couldn't even let me warm up, so they didn't have any effect on me. The monsters of your Sea Demon Realm, coming here is courting death."    

    

When he heard that, he was immediately furious. His body flashed and he pounced forward. This guy was known as the Kung Fu Sea Elephant, and his Kung Fu was also quite impressive. He quickly suppressed his opponent.    

    

Fang Debiao was also beaten by him in a miserable way. He immediately released his Playing Field, and a black fog covered the entire arena. This was his Black Fog Playing Field.    

    

The route that Fang Debiao took was similar to Zhao Yiming and the others. He had also integrated the Playing Field into his body, so he was not affected by his opponent at all. He was still able to handle it with ease.    

    

When the black fog could not affect him, Fang Debiao was completely miserable. Very soon, the black fog dispersed. This guy's bones had been broken by his opponent, and he was lying there like a pile of meat paste.    

    

He did not kill him with his own hands, but kicked him down to Tian Chi. This fellow quickly sank into the bottom of the water. The mud at the bottom of the water suddenly dispersed, and then two white bones extended out and pierced deeply into his body.    

    

He stretched out his hand and crooked his finger in the direction of the Orc Race. It was obvious that he was provoking them. A few more experts of the Orc Race came forward, but they were all killed by him.    

    

Mei Shuo tilted his head to the side. He saw a guy wearing a pair of steel claws. He jumped onto the arena with a cheap smile on his face. He said with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet someone who can practice Holy Body. It's a pity that you met me. I am the old ancestor of the Holy Body.    

    

Kid, it's good for you to give it to me. Your grandfather is Hou Zhende. I am also a Holy Body expert in the Dry Boundary. Kneel down and kowtow to me a few times. I will spare your life. "    

    

When he heard this, he was instantly enraged. He pounced forward and sent out a whirlwind kick, aiming straight at the opponent's temple. This was the rhythm of a headshot.    

    

Hou Zhende had a smile on his face. With a sway of his body, he arrived in front of Hou Zhende. Using the steel claw in his hand, he left a few bloody marks on Hou Zhende's body. He even said disdainfully, "Your speed is really too slow."    

    

At this time, he was also furious. He threw out two consecutive punches. Each punch was especially fast, but it was a pity that it could not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.    

    

Hou Zhende easily blocked his punches. Then, he waved the steel claw in his hand continuously. As he waved, he said, "You idiot, you are really too slow. Hurry up, faster..."    

    

After a moment, he had turned into a bloody gourd. Hou Zhende grabbed his neck and said, "You are really a useless pig. You are too slow. You can't even arouse my interest. Go to hell!"    

    

After he said that, he twisted his neck and threw him into Tian Chi. He clapped his hands and said, "Who else wants to die?"    

    

Ying Wenlong's body flashed and he went up to the ring. He said with a cold face, "It's not a big deal to be beaten to death by you, but it's not right for you to insult people like this. I will get justice for him today."    

    

He rushed over and punched his opponent in the face. Hou Zhende waved his hand to block, but it was empty. He felt pain in his stomach and slid back a few steps.    

    

Ying Wenlong raised one of his legs high and gently brushed it with his hand. He said, "You are really a piece of trash. Aren't you too slow when you are old? You can't even dodge such a simple kick."    

    

Hou Zhende was furious. He waved his pair of steel claws and threw himself at Ying Wenlong. Ying Wenlong took two steps back and kicked him again at lightning speed. It hit his chest and sent him flying again.    

    

Then he kicked on the ground and came in front of the opponent. He punched the opponent in the stomach even more fiercely. When the opponent bent over, he punched his chin again.    

    

Hou Zhende was sent flying. He jumped and kicked his opponent in the air. That guy smashed into the ring at an even faster speed.    

    

He landed on the ring again quickly and kicked Hou Zhende into the air again. He kicked Hou Zhende back and forth like a ball. Hou Zhende flew in the air like a ball.    

    

He swept his last leg and broke his opponent's spine. Then, that guy flew into Tian Chi and sank down.