Killing the Heaven with One's Body

At this moment, Zhao Meng felt that Chen Qiang was more like a kind father. No matter what his purpose was, the warmth these words gave to Zhao Meng at this moment was real.

It was Zhao Meng's turn to compete soon. The opponent standing on the opposite side still had a cold look on his face. At this stage, they were all a group of very strong people. The slightest mistake could be seized and lead to failure, so Zhao Meng was still a little nervous. At the same time, he also knew that nervousness was inevitable. How to quickly and effectively regulate nervousness was a compulsory course for him to become a strong man.

The host introduced the two opponents on the stage and announced the start of the match. Zhao Meng did not move first, and the opponent did the same. He even seemed to have not opened his eyes. He stood there like a proud knight. The two stood facing each other, and the audience could not wait.

"Go ahead and fight!"

"What are you waiting for? What if you haven't woken up yet?"

"What are you dithering about, little brat?"

Hearing the curse, Chen Fei immediately turned around and stared at the source of the curse. When the man saw Chen Fei's ferocious face, he immediately stopped talking. Chen Fei turned around and looked at Chen Qiang.

Chen Fei: "What on earth is he doing? Why does he have to do these inexplicable and confusing things in every game?"

Chen Qiang gently tapped Chen Fei's head

Chen Qiang: "When will you change your impatient temper? I think you are more impatient than both of them. I will sign you up next year and see how many rounds you can make it to."

Chen Fei: “Huh.”

Then Chen Fei also sat aside stubbornly and continued to watch the game.

After the two stood on the stage for a long time, the opponent attacked Zhao Meng with an unknown weapon wrapped in a piece of cloth. However, his attack was not a straight charge, but a snake-like movement. Although there was movement, it still did not affect his speed. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhao Meng. Although it was an unopened weapon, Zhao Meng did not dare to neglect it. The two fought without any warning. After a few rounds of fighting, the rhythm became faster and faster, so fast that afterimages appeared. People below the boxer level could no longer see the figures of the two. The movement speed was too fast. This was a fight between real masters. After another fight, the opponent stared at Zhao Meng. This time he did not rush up again, but slowly untied the cloth wrapped around the weapon and said, "You are the first one..."

Zhao Meng: “I’m so lucky”

As the cloth was slowly removed, the weapon's true appearance was revealed. The weapon was shiny black under the refraction of light, and it was obvious that the owner loved it very much.

Man in black: “Be careful.”

When Zhao Meng heard what the other party said, he immediately became very alert, because his opponent had said very little from the beginning until now, and he must have his reasons for suddenly saying this. In short, he had to be careful.

When the weapon really began to show its edge, Zhao Meng found that the opponent's rhythm and even his entire mental state had changed, and he became extremely excited.

Compared with the previous few games, the current rhythm is extremely tight, and he was suppressed without even a chance to breathe. This is not a good sign. He has to think of a way, but how can the opponent give him a chance? The attack has not only not slowed down but has accelerated. Zhao Meng's response has become more difficult. This is the first time he has faced such a strong opponent since he came to Dongzhen. The speed and strength are very strong. Although Zhao Meng has some ability, he is still a little clumsy against the opponent's endless various tricks. In this way, the opponent stabbed Zhao Meng's chest with a sword under the rapid attack. Faced with this sudden reverse attack, Zhao Meng tried his best to dodge but still failed. The sharp sword directly cut through Zhao Meng's clothes on the chest, and Zhao Meng's entire chest was exposed.

"Surrender, you are no match for me"

Zhao Meng: "If I can't win, it's my ability problem. If I can't persist, it's my attitude problem. Come on, fight."

Zhao Meng, unwilling to give up, rushed towards his opponent. However, in the eyes of his opponent, Zhao Meng looked like he was struggling in vain. Then he quickly moved behind him and stabbed Zhao Meng's legs again. Zhao Meng was about to fall down in pain, but Zhao Meng, who was half kneeling, endured the pain and the blood that was oozing out and stood up with difficulty. Seeing Zhao Meng like this, the opponent

"Keep going? Will you die?"

Zhao Meng looked at the other party firmly and said with difficulty

"I haven't fallen yet"

Chen Qiang in the audience was also moved when he saw this scene. This kid was so stubborn. He didn't intend to admit defeat even in such a situation. It turned out that Chen Qiang was right about him. Chen Fei was also staring at Zhao Meng.

The opponent also put away his sword when he saw this scene.

"Then let me take you down."

After saying that, he made a gesture of accumulating strength backwards and then quickly rushed towards Zhao Meng.

Just at this moment, something in Zhao Meng's arms kept pushing against him, as if it was trying to come out of his arms. Zhao Meng then reached out to the clothes on his chest, wanting to untie the torn clothes, because he felt that the little thing was always drilling around, sometimes making him itch, and he would laugh from time to time on the stage, and the people in the audience were also very puzzled.

"It's already this late, why do I think that young man wants to laugh?"

"Yeah, he seems pretty happy?"

"You don't know this, don't be fooled by his young age, he actually has many secret weapons that he hasn't used yet. I heard that he is a master hired by someone."

He even lowered his voice deliberately when he said this, and spoke with a clear and detailed tone.

When the opponent on the stage saw Zhao Meng's sudden action, he subconsciously stopped the last attack, because he could easily defeat his opponent in the previous rounds and he could still smile under his continuous attacks, he must have a special move. Therefore, he also stared at Zhao Meng's hand stretched towards his chest. At this moment, Zhao Meng felt that all the eyes of the world were focused on his hand. Chen Qiang and Chen Fei in the audience were also staring nervously. Although they knew that Xiao Meng was very powerful, he had reached such a desperate situation now, and they had never seen any special move of Zhao Meng, so they were also very curious about what the special move was like.

This was the first time Zhao Meng encountered such a scene. He was stunned for a moment and immediately realized that everyone might have misunderstood, because the audience seats that were shouting before were now silent, and everyone stood up, which made Zhao Meng a little embarrassed. He rubbed his hands, but the little thing was really uncomfortable in his arms. Zhao Meng tore open his clothes on his chest, and the little thing immediately stuck its head out, stared at Zhao Meng for a while, and then quickly climbed onto Zhao Meng's head, just standing there stupidly. Everyone looked at this scene and found that it was just a small squirrel-like animal, and they all booed. The opponent was also a little surprised to see this scene, but on the contrary, he showed more disappointment. Masters always appreciate each other, so every time they can find an equally matched opponent and play a hearty game, that is what every cultivator yearns for.

After a brief pause, he rushed towards Zhao Meng again. Just when Zhao Meng hadn't figured out how to respond, the little squirrel thing in front of him suddenly disappeared under his gaze. Zhao Meng was also stunned for a moment, and then he heard a muffled cry. When Zhao Meng looked up, he saw the little squirrel appeared on the opponent's arm. At this time, he was holding the sword that he had put away just now, but now the sword has fallen to the ground. For a cultivator, he will never throw away his weapon easily, but because everything happened too fast, Zhao Meng didn't know what happened for a while, and the little thing instantly returned to Zhao Meng's chest and drilled into it. It all happened too fast. Even though the people in the audience knew that Zhao Meng was going to use a special move and had been watching very closely, they still didn't see clearly what happened, and the man suddenly spoke

"I lost"