Chapter 13913 Unlimited Duel

In the air, Xiong Zhengdao retreated again and again, with a solemn look on his face.

Faced with Ling Xiao's crazy attack and the extremely fast Demon Shadow clone, he could only defend with all his strength.

His hands kept dancing, trying to resist the attacks that were coming like a tide.

He wanted to fight back several times, but just as he was gathering his strength, he was interrupted by the Demon Shadow clone.

Those clones were like ghosts, constantly attacking him from all directions, making him unable to defend himself.

When Xiong Zhengdao retreated several hundred meters away, Ling Xiao suddenly stopped.

He landed steadily on the ground, the bloodthirsty knife in his hand drooping slightly, emitting a cold breath.

At this time, Xiong Zhengdao had more than a dozen scars all over his body.

Although the scars were not deep, they looked like red centipedes crawling all over his body, which was frightening to see.

Blood oozed from the wound, staining his clothes red.

Ling Xiao put away the bloodthirsty knife, clasped his fists towards Xiong Zhengdao, and said in a loud and sincere voice: "Thank you for letting me!"

His eyes showed respect for his opponent. Although he won the game, he did not show any pride or complacency.

Xiong Zhengdao looked down at the scars on his body with a calm expression.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "I lost!"

There wasn't a trace of frustration or unwillingness in that voice, only recognition of the opponent's strength and an openness to one's own shortcomings.

He raised his head slightly and looked at Ling Xiao, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers in the field were in an uproar, and the noisy discussions instantly boiled over like a bursting frying pan.

This Xiong Zhengdao was a well-known figure in the Sea of Demons. He was a renowned genius on the Demon List, and the well-deserved pride of the younger generation in the Sea of Demons.

He has shown extraordinary talent in martial arts since he was young, and has made great achievements in many battles in the Demon Sea. At a young age, he has reached the ninth place on the Demon List. He is the idol and goal in the hearts of countless young soldiers.

But now, he actually lost?
This news was like a bombshell, causing a storm in the soldiers' hearts and making them unable to believe it.

"Enough!" Hu Chi's voice exploded above the martial arts arena like a huge bell. The sound seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds and instantly suppress the noise of the crowd.

The deputy commander of the Seventh Prince's personal guards walked over the messy ground. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step was accompanied by an inviolable majesty.

He was wearing a black robe with golden dragon patterns on it that moved with his steps, as if they came alive and were about to fly out of the fabric, demonstrating his noble status and powerful strength.

Hu Chi glanced at Ling Xiao with undisguised provocation in his eyes.

His eyes were like two sharp daggers, looking Ling Xiao up and down, as if he wanted to see through Ling Xiao.

"If we were on the battlefield, Brother Ling would probably not last more than three moves."

He deliberately drew out his voice, his tone full of contempt and disdain.

In his opinion, this competition was nothing more than a child's game. Xiong Zhengdao was unable to fully display his strength due to the rules of the competition, which gave Ling Xiao an opportunity to take advantage of him.

If it were on a real battlefield, with Xiong Zhengdao's fierce killing moves and rich combat experience, Ling Xiao would not be his opponent at all.

After saying that, he crossed his arms over his chest with a mocking smile on his face, as if he was waiting to see Ling Xiao make a fool of himself.

Xiong Zhengdao's expression darkened, and his originally resolute face now looked even colder.

He slowly squatted down, picked up the spear that fell to the ground, held the spear shaft tightly with both hands, and slammed it hard on the ground.

There was a loud "bang" and the tip of the gun smashed a deep hole in the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

His eyes were firm, and his voice was loud and powerful: "If you are not as skilled as others, you must admit defeat. Warriors of the Demon Sea never make excuses!"

His words were so powerful that they echoed in the arena like the sound of metal and stone striking each other.

In his mind, if he lost, he lost. There was no way to justify himself, and he would not make any excuses for his failure.

This is the style and bearing that a warrior from the Demon Sea should have.

Tiger Chi looked at Xiong Zhengdao's figure, with a meaningful smile on his face. In the distance, the evening bell of the shrine rang slowly, the dull sound startled a flock of jackdaws.

Ling Xiao looked at the black shadows flying all over the sky, and suddenly felt that this seemingly friendly competition was nothing more than a show by the sea of demons to show their fangs.

But he has already been trapped in the game, and he doesn't know whether he can break out of it.

Xiong Zhengdao was silent.

At this moment, Hu Chi was staring at Ling Xiao with a sharp gaze.

His scarlet pupils were like two flames dancing in the abyss of the underworld, burning fiercely as if to devour everything in the world.

In the flames, Ling Xiao's tall and resolute figure was clearly reflected, as if every subtle movement of Ling Xiao was imprinted in this scorching gaze.

Hu Chi's throat rolled slightly and he let out a low and wild laugh.

That laughter seemed to come from the roar of an ancient ferocious beast, or like the sneering of a demon from the abyss of hell, full of endless provocation and arrogance.

His voice, like an icy sharp blade, cut through the tense air:
"Brother Ling, you and I are both well-known figures among geniuses. It is really boring to be bound by those cumbersome rules all day long. Today, do you dare to throw away all the rules and have a hearty fight to the death? Let the world witness our victory or defeat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the animal bone chain hanging around Hu Chi's waist began to sway slightly with his rapid and heavy breathing.

Every joint was engraved with hideous talismans. Those talismans seemed alive, emitting a faint green light.

The dark green light flickered like a ghostly fire, as if telling of the countless blood that had stained the animal bone chain, as well as the sorrow and unwillingness of the souls who had died tragically under the chain.

Ling Xiao stood quietly with his hands behind his back, wearing a black robe.

The robe fluttered in the raging evil wind like a black flag, highlighting his calmness and dominance.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the delicate and mysterious dark patterns on his cuffs. The subtle movement seemed as if he was thinking about something, or suppressing some emotion in his heart.

In the distance, the arc at the corner of Hu Chi's mouth was like a sharp blade, piercing his eyes and hurting them.

That smile was full of contempt and disdain, as if Ling Xiao was nothing more than an ant that could be manipulated at will in his eyes.

"If Brother Ling is afraid of fighting, it doesn't matter if this farce ends here."

Hu Chi's voice came with the whistling sea breeze, but it was like a silver needle tempered with ice, cold and sharp. Every word pierced Ling Xiao's heart accurately, trying to arouse his inner anger and fighting spirit.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but smile coldly, his tongue tip subconsciously pressing against his upper palate, where he had just been injured and blood was still spreading.

The smell of blood quickly spread in his mouth, like a burning flame, igniting the fighting spirit deep in his heart.