Magic Martial Arts

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything became quiet. The fire snake passed through Meng Jiang's forehead, leaving only a burnt black hole. The whole scene was particularly shocking, and everyone was moved.

Until the moment he fell, Meng Jiang still maintained an expression of disbelief. He fell straight back to the ground, his eyes full of disbelief. However, no matter what, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

On the other side, Su Chen pulled his hand back and blew lightly at his index and middle fingers. As a puff of smoke rose, Su Chen spoke with an unusually serious expression.

"…Why do you…have to force me!"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing endless pain and melancholy. It seemed as if every word carried a heavy power, making people feel the struggle and determination deep in his heart.

His eyes flashed with a complex light, both helpless and determined. He put away his palms, then clenched them tightly, veins popping out under his skin, as if he was trying to control his emotions.

At this moment, his heart was very conflicted and entangled, but facing the predicament before him, he had to make such a choice. This sentence was not only a question to the other party, but also expressed the most helpless catharsis in his heart...

"As for a mature and excellent actor, who else can I find besides me..."

At this moment, 'Su Chen' was completely impressed by his own acting skills!

"Instant Fireball? He is... He is a magician!"

The crowd below the ring was immediately in an uproar, and someone opened his mouth wide and screamed in surprise.

"No wonder I can't sense his fighting spirit fluctuations, he turns out to be a magician!"

Then I heard someone next to me speak, holding his chin as if he was thinking about something.

"A magician? He can cast a fireball instantly with such power and speed. Even if he is not a magician, he is probably not much different... I think he is at least a great magician..."

In a corner of the crowd, there was a young man who looked shrewd. His eyes were shining with wisdom, as if he saw through everything. Even the tone of his voice seemed to be quite profound and unfathomable.

But when other people heard this, they only heard someone asking:

"...But...isn't our Li family a martial arts family? Why is there a magician in the family?"

However, everyone was speechless after hearing this, because they didn't know what the specific situation was. What else could they do? Just continue to guess?

"'Ginger'!"

A cry of grief rang out from the stands, and Meng Jun rushed to the ring like a cannonball, his speed was astonishing. His face was full of anger and grief, and his eyes were wide open.

But in the blink of an eye, Meng Jun came to Meng Jiang's body. He stretched out his trembling hands and gently stroked Meng Jiang's face, feeling the gradually cold temperature. When he realized that Meng Jiang's life breath had completely dissipated, his eyes became more and more scarlet, as if they were about to bleed.

Meng Jun slowly stood up, staring at Su Chen intently, the murderous intent in his eyes gushing out like substance. He gritted his teeth and said:

"You little bastard...you're looking for death!"

The hatred in his voice was chilling, and the whole scene was shrouded by his aura.

The audience around were also shocked by Meng Jun's reaction. They took a few steps back, trying to stay away from this murderous man. However, they did not show excessive panic or worry, because in their opinion, fighting and killing between children of noble families was commonplace, especially for those from super secluded families. It was normal for them to die in the struggle for power and interests.

Although some people had died, it did not seem to make the people present feel depressed or frightened. On the contrary, their interest grew stronger and stronger. They stared closely at Meng Jun and Su Chen in the field, looking forward to the next development. They couldn't wait to know who would have the last laugh and become the final winner in this cruel fight.

Each of them had their own guesses and expectations, secretly predicting the results. As for whether it was in accordance with the rules for the head of a lineage to personally deal with the younger generation participating in the competition, no one questioned it.

After all, everyone knew very well at this moment that when things had developed to this point, no matter whether it was the 'main vein' or the 'branch vein' leaders, no one said anything, and this in itself could explain a lot of problems...