National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

The siren's spatial abilities were instantly interrupted.

A terrifying force struck, and the siren's clone was instantly torn apart by black chains and pulled into the black mist!

"Sizzle! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the siren clones on the dueling field were continuously dragged into the gates of the underworld and completely swallowed up.

Feng Tia realized that the siren's clone was rapidly disintegrating, and she was immediately horrified.

Spatial abilities have been rendered ineffective by the Fog of Death!
The countless siren clones had to constantly move in and out of spatial dimensions to evade the pursuit of the god of the underworld, and occasionally launch mental arrows to attack.

This is difficult.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Feng Tiya's forehead.

Who would have thought that the God of the Underworld could exert such great suppression on her clone, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Her clones are being gradually depleted!
That being the case...

We have no choice but to fight to the death!
"Roar!!!"

A profound shock!

Almost simultaneously, all the sirens in the arena let out sharp, long howls.

The psychological impact materialized into terrifying ripples that spread outwards!
The densely packed, overlapping ripples amplify their intensity once again.

The countless underworld gods froze in place the moment they came into contact with the ripples.

Even the black mist was completely dispelled by the high-frequency vibrations generated by the mental waves the moment it came into contact with them!

Feng Tiya stared intently at the figure that emerged in the center of the dispersing black mist.

Number 77!

The warrior who was an expert in necromancy.

There he is!
Take advantage of the moment when he is stunned by the mental impact.

Give him a fatal blow!
Feng Tia had used this move against countless opponents and was extremely skilled at it.

Um! ?

what!
However, the next moment, a look of surprise flashed in Feng Tia's eyes.

How could this be!?

"boom!!!"

The mental ripples struck Fang Heng, causing him to experience a moment of confusion.

However, this moment of distraction seemed to last only a moment, and he regained his senses almost instantly.

Fang Heng's sea of ​​consciousness has now reached the top level in both strength and breadth. With the additional boost from Abe Akaya, it is a thousand times stronger than that of an ordinary person.

The psychological impact was instantly neutralized.

call out! ! !
Almost simultaneously, Fang Heng accurately located Feng Tia's true form, his figure suddenly disappearing from the spot and reappearing behind Feng Tia's true form.

Fang Heng seized the opportunity during Feng Tiya's attack.

"laugh!!!"

The scythe of death slashed forward.

"boom!!!"

The black mist exploded!

The breath of death quickly and tightly bound Fontia's outer barrier, frantically eroding and dissolving it.

Feng Tiya's expression changed drastically.

It's over.

Spatial abilities have been locked!

"Hiss hiss hiss!!!"

The next instant, the death chains, along with Von Tia and her external barrier, were rapidly pulled toward the gates of the underworld!

"The match is over."

A voice rang out in the center of the dueling arena. Almost simultaneously, several old men dressed in black robes suddenly leaped out from the space at the edge of the arena and quickly approached the Gate of the Underworld. They all swung their dark blue longswords at the death chains that were tearing at Feng Tia.

"boom!!!!"

The thick, black chains of death were severed, bursting outwards in clouds of black death mist.

Fang Heng glanced at the referees, stopped attacking, and dispelled the Death Domain effect.

The black mist that had been spreading throughout the dueling arena gradually dissipated.

The referee glanced at Feng Tia, who had escaped, and nodded, saying, "Feng Tia is deemed incapacitated. She is the winner of this competition, number seventy-seven."

Suddenly, the dueling arena erupted in a deafening roar.

This year's Martial Arts Games are interesting.

The first game was so exciting!

A newcomer took down Fontia, and it didn't even seem like he used his full strength.

They're definitely a dark horse!
Fang Heng nodded slightly to the old man in white robes.

Won.

But he felt a strange, inexplicable feeling.

Feng Tia is not weak, but she is far inferior to Wei Qian, whom she encountered in the Void Realm.

However, according to Wei Qian, his best result in the Martial Arts Tournament was just entering the top sixteen.

Both are in the round of 16.

Was it really just bad luck?

Fang Heng originally thought that this match would reveal more of his other academic abilities, but he didn't expect that he could defeat the enemy by relying solely on necromancy and the ability of Ouroboros to create clones.

Thinking it over, Fang Heng glanced at the stands and left the dueling arena.

Hopefully, the gods won't discover too much about us.

Below the stands, Gideon stared intently at Fang Heng's disappearing figure, his face so dark it seemed like it was about to drip water.

That kid actually won?
He had fought against Feng Tia before and knew how powerful she was. Even though he had mastered the power of both light and darkness, he was not confident of victory.

wrong!

There must be something wrong with this!
He wasn't this strong when I fought that kid last time!

Has he had some extraordinary encounter recently?
Gideon clenched his fists tightly, then suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

correct!

Could it be him?!
I remember back in the dimensional rift, that kid set up an alchemical magic circle to quickly condense dimensional crystals.

The mysterious figure who impersonated him and killed the God Clan also possessed a similar ability to rapidly gather dimensional energy in the Central Dimension.

Moreover, that kid has a grudge against the God Clan!
That's right!
It must be him!
He must have killed that member of the divine race!
They even dared to use his face and abilities!
Gideon instantly guessed everything, his eyes flashing with resentment, wishing he could tear Fang Heng to pieces right now.

Meanwhile, in the stands, Lord Phoenix looked thoughtful.

The necromancer was stronger than he had expected.

He even had a feeling that the kid hadn't used his full strength yet.

Especially the final attack.

He sensed a trace of hellish power the moment the attack landed.

Was it a misperception? Or was he deliberately hiding something?

On the other side of the stands, Tiger King could no longer hide the joy on his face.

Won!

And it looks like they won very easily!

"Tiger Lord, you're not being fair," Leopard Lord said with some jealousy. "Turns out it wasn't any trump card after all. It was just a matter of overwhelming strength. You made us worry for nothing."

"Haha, no problem, no problem. To be honest, I was a little surprised too."

"Congratulations," Venerable Xuan Turtle said. "If the order of the matches can be arranged, with this kid's strength, it won't be difficult for him to enter the top sixteen."

"That's right, but the trouble with the gods won't be so easy to resolve."

As Tiger Lord spoke, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. He looked up and said, "I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."

The gods will definitely take action against Fang Heng, so we need to take precautions in advance.

After the match, Tiger Lord intended to give him a warning, advising him to stay on Realm Emperor Island for the time being, preferably in the tower, to avoid encountering trouble outside.

Unexpectedly, Fang Heng had already come looking for them as soon as they left.

"Tiger Lord".

"Hmm, you did a good job this time."

Tiger Lord was secretly overjoyed, but outwardly feigned composure. "What's the matter that you urgently need me for? Is it related to the divine race?" (End of Chapter)