"Not coming anymore."
"I’ll think about it when I get back and challenge you personally later." Luo Manghan shook his head and directly jumped off the arena.
The battle ended, and Lin Zheyu did not rest.
The previous fight hadn’t exhausted him much.
"Is there anyone else who wants to co up and try?"
Lin Zheyu said calmly.
He glanced at the martial artists below the arena and saw many of the talented martial artists Lee ngxi had warned him about before.
Back then, Lee ngxi had brought so portraits, vividly painted, all of whom were famous talented martial artists at this exchange conference.
However, among these people, only Luo Dinglong had made a move; the others hadn’t shown up.
After waiting for a while, no one ca up.
Lin Zheyu looked at Monk Puxuan standing in the distance, seeming like he wasn’t ready to make a move.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Puxuan moved.
But instead of heading towards Lin Zheyu, he went to the No. 8 arena.
That martial artist participated in the challenge match the sa afternoon as him, and today marked the fifth day.
"Amitabha."
"I, Puxuan, challenge you, good sir."
Puxuan slowly walked up the arena, clasped his hands together, and bowed.
"I’ve been waiting for you."
"Buddhist Golden Body, right? I want to see whether your Golden Body is stronger or my blade is sharper!"
Wei Tianlei looked at Puxuan and said with a smile.
When Puxuan appeared, he knew that a battle between them was inevitable.
At the martial arts exchange eting, divine weapons that are too out of the ordinary are not allowed. The blade in his hand was already the allowed limit.
However, Wei Tianlei did not hope to break through Puxuan’s defense with a divine weapon; he relied on his own formidable strength.
"Please make your move, good sir."
Monk Puxuan ignored Wei Tianlei’s provocation and said with a smile.
His face maintained a benevolent, kind smile, giving others a gentle, non-hostile feeling.
"Alright."
Wei Tianlei didn’t hold back.
Both hands tightly gripped the hilt of his blade, exuding an astonishing pressure of true intent.
The qi and blood in his body roared, a faintly bloody scent emanating from his body.
He stepped forward slowly, not quickly, but brought with him a gust of wind, and his montum was impressive.
"Impressive!"
"What a powerful qi and blood strength!"
Lin Zheyu stood on the arena, watching the fight between the two.
Even from a distance, he could feel Wei Tianlei’s surging, profound qi and blood power, nearing the Qi Blood Dragon Realm.
Boom, boom, boom!
The fight on the No. 8 arena was fierce. Wei Tianlei’s long blade struck Puxuan’s body with a booming sound, yet it didn’t even break the skin.
It left shallow scratches on the skin, which disappeared completely after a few breaths.
Facing Wei Tianlei’s attacks, Puxuan stood calmly, hardly defending at all.
His monk robe had been torn a bit by Wei Tianlei’s attacks, exposing skin that reflected a faint golden glow.
"The Buddhist Vajra Divine Skill is indeed so formidable!"
Lin Zheyu was deeply shocked.
Wei Tianlei’s strength, combined with the strong true skills he cultivated, had a full-force strike comparable to the power of his current use of the Qi and Blood Burst Skill.
But even so, he still couldn’t break through Puxuan’s body defense, which was extrely terrifying.
Lin Zheyu found it hard to imagine how one could cultivate their physique to such a level.
"If all the qi and blood in my body were transford into golden qi and blood, and then I practiced the lting Furnace Body Tempering Skill, could my physique beco this strong?"
Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but wonder.
That lting Furnace Body Tempering Skill, the higher the qi and blood intensity, the better the effect, resulting in a stronger physique.
If one could cultivate their physique to the level of Puxuan, there would be no need to use tungsten steel gloves anymore.
His entire body would be the strongest weapon.
"Kid, stop watching, let have a go at you."
Just as Lin Zheyu was intently observing the battle in the No. 8 arena, an eerie voice ca from below the stage.
Bang—
The person abruptly leaped up and landed on the stage with a dull thud.
He looked like an extrely ordinary man, with withered and pale skin and a dull complexion, completely unlike a martial artist with strong qi and blood.
Lin Zheyu looked at the opponent, frowned slightly, and beca highly vigilant.
He couldn’t see through this person at all, with no aura emanating, completely like an ordinary person.
Such a person was either truly an ordinary person or terrifyingly powerful.
And this person was clearly the latter.
"Is this guy really at the Bone Marrow Refining Realm?"
Lin Zheyu internally remained on high alert.
Although he thought so, he was certain that the opponent couldn’t be a Transforming Force martial artist, as there was no true force presence in the body at all.
If there was true force in the body, it would have been detected, and he wouldn’t be allowed to ascend the arena.
"I am Wang Chen, here to spar with you."
Wang Chen said.
As he spoke, he revealed a mouthful of black, unsightly teeth.
Whether it was his skin condition or life aura, this person was extrely peculiar, completely unlike soone who practiced martial arts.
"Please."
With the referee’s command, Lin Zheyu made a gesture of invitation.
The person’s strength was unknown, and he didn’t want to make a rash move.
More importantly, Wang Chen gave him an extrely uncomfortable feeling; from the man, Lin Zheyu sensed a faint sense of danger.
This sense of danger was uncalled for, stemming from his strong martial intuition.
"Then I won’t hold back."
The martial artist nad Wang Chen chuckled and suddenly charged at Lin Zheyu.
Although his speed was fast, compared to Lin Zheyu, it was still far behind.
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