Time Travel: A Villain's Self-cultivation

Liu Yi, who was full of vigor and vitality just now, was now shouting and yelling like a clown.

"Oh my god, the spell was interrupted directly!"

"That's right, you really treat it like a boxing match. Your opponent even gives you the opportunity to accumulate power and increase your power."

Everyone in the audience was talking and agreeing with Nangong Baixuan's approach, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

This is a martial arts tournament, not a turn-based game.

Ye Hao touched his chin with a look of admiration. It seems that the saying "Birds of a feather flock together" is true.

Nangong Baixuan walked down from the stage and looked around, as if looking for something, but soon looked away with regret.

The second game did not begin until Nangong Baixuan left the second arena.

The contestants who have finished the game can stay and watch on their own, but Nangong Baixuan is obviously looking for someone.

There was no one in the second arena, so naturally I wouldn’t stay any longer.

Ye Hao watched the remaining battles and found that each one was more honest than the last.

Perhaps they were all frightened by Nangong Baixuan's move, so they started fighting without saying a word, without any hesitation.

The advantage of this is that not only is the game exciting but it also goes fast.

One scene after another, there were no overly bloody or violent scenes, and most of them were just brief and to the point.

The only injury was a broken bone.

Finally, around noon, the 35th game began.

"The 35th match will now begin, with the free man Ye Liangchen versus the Tang family's Tang Feng!"

After the referee's announcement, Ye Hao and Tang Feng entered the ring from both sides of the arena.

Ye Hao took the initiative to wave to Tang Feng, while Tang Feng glanced at Ye Hao coldly.

For some reason, although Junior Sister Zhao would never reject him, she never took the initiative to follow him.

Instead, he, as the senior brother, became the follower of the junior sister, which made Tang Feng very depressed.

Only a few direct descendants of the family came to cheer for today's game, and his beloved Junior Sister Zhao refused to come no matter what.

Tang Feng, who was holding back a lot of anger, looked at his grinning opponent as if he had found a punching bag.

"Hey! Isn't this Ye Liangchen the guy who used the gun in the competition yesterday?" A middle-aged man in the audience stands said in surprise after hearing Ye Liangchen's name.

There were so many games yesterday. If I had to say which ones were the most impressive, apart from the number one seeds from some sects and families, the only one left was Ye Liangchen with a gun.

After the middle-aged man said this, many people who had heard about this matter looked carefully at Ye Hao on the ring.

"I can't see what this guy is capable of. It's going to be hard to win with a gun this time."

"Win? How can he win? Tang Feng is the second seed of the Tang family, and he is at the level of a half-step pseudo-saint."

On the ring, Ye Hao and Tang Feng had already saluted each other, and the competition began in an instant.

"Fa Bao!"

As the game just started, Ye Hao suddenly waved his hand and shouted.

This scared Tang Feng so much that he quickly used his hands to protect his important parts.

But there was no hidden weapon or flying knife as he had imagined. Just as Tang Feng was about to loosen his arms in confusion.

Ye Hao suddenly flew into the air and kicked himself hard in the face with his size 46 foot.

"Fuck!" Tang Feng blurted out a curse in surprise.

The whole person retreated five or six steps. This move was not very lethal but extremely insulting.

"Boy! How dare you trick me!" Tang Feng wiped the blood from his nose and looked at Ye Hao angrily.

"Tsk, if you don't agree, just hit me!" Ye Hao rolled his eyes at Tang Feng and said with disdain.

Tang Feng looked at Ye Hao's asking-for-a-beating look and rushed up to him without saying a word.

But at this moment, Ye Hao started waving his hands and shouting, "Look at the magic weapon!"

Tang Feng couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw this: "Boy! Do you think I will make the same mistake again... Ugh!!!"

Before Tang Feng could finish his words, he saw a plastic bag thrown from Ye Hao's hand and smashed directly into his mouth.

A sticky and foul smell instantly bloomed in Tang Feng's mouth.

"Fuck! Why does it stink so bad? What did that kid throw?"

"What else could it be? It must be shit!"

"I used a gun last time, but this time I used shit? That's amazing!"

"Yes, yes, if it were me, I would just give up if it was Ye Liangchen who was in line."

The audience in the stands were shocked by Ye Hao's sudden and magical move.

The referee's face was also livid, but he didn't say anything. After all, Ye Hao didn't commit any foul.

However, the person in front of him is the first person in history who dares to use shit as a hidden weapon in an ancient martial arts competition.

"All's fair in war, do you understand?" Ye Hao said sarcastically as he looked at Tang Feng squatting on the ground and vomiting.

"Boy! I swear I will not do this if I don't kill you today... Ugh!" Just as Zhao Hai had just recovered, he yelled at Ye Hao.

Young Master Ye delivered another precise attack, causing Tang Feng, who had just recovered, to be crushed again.

"It's said that all is fair in war. Do you have any brains?" Ye Hao looked at Tang Feng with disdain.

This scene made the audience in the stands burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, this guy is too talented."

"I just don't know if the Tang family's second seed was eliminated in this way. Will the Tang family make a statement?"

"Tsk, what else can you do? The Ancient Martial Alliance strictly prohibits personal revenge outside the arena. Have you all forgotten the Han family before?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Indeed, the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance strictly forbids resolving hatred on the field in private, and the Han family made a mistake in this regard.

From a first-rate ancient martial arts family, they were suppressed and turned into a third-rate ancient martial arts family.

With the lessons learned from the past, the Tang family naturally did not dare to do such a stupid thing.

So Tang Feng is now like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his pain.

Ye Hao on the court was never idle for a moment. He kept talking trash like a Gatling gun.

Tang Feng was so angry that his head exploded, but the strong feeling of nausea prevented him from getting up.

But Ye Hao suddenly stopped scolding and looked at Tang Feng with narrowed eyes.

As soon as he came on stage, Ye Hao shot several tiny silver needles into several acupuncture points of Tang Feng.

It’s about time now.

Sure enough, Tang Feng, who was vomiting, suddenly felt his stomach twitching violently, and an unprecedented strong feeling surged into his heart.

"It's over!" Tang Feng's face was ashen. If he played both sides at this time, he, Tang Feng, and the Tang family would lose all face.

So, under the surprised gaze of everyone, Tang Feng covered his mouth with one hand and his butt with the other, and ran off the ring in a hurry.

"Uh..." Even the referee himself was stunned, and then he reacted and spoke.

"Tang Feng gives up, the winner is Ye Liangchen!"