Chapter 13915 I'm here to see Brother Ling's abilities

Chapter 13915 I'm here to see Brother Ling's abilities

Xiong Zhengdao shouted loudly, and the sound resounded on the ring like thunder.

He gripped the spear tightly in both hands and thrust it forward fiercely. The spear was like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, with an overwhelming force.

The tip of the gun tore through the air, making a teeth-grinding whistling sound, as if it was the call of the god of death.

The runes on the tip of the spear flickered, condensing his lifelong cultivation and strength. It was the essence accumulated from his years of battles and his final trump card.

However, Ling Xiao simply raised his hand and waved it lightly. The movement seemed casual, but it was full of endless mysteries.

The bloodthirsty knife was like a dark blue lightning, slashing towards the spear accurately.

The seemingly random slash was like a ghost, accurately hitting the most vulnerable rune node of the spear.

The crisp sound of "crack" was particularly harsh in the silent arena.

Xiong Zhengdao widened his eyes and looked at the broken gun in his hand in disbelief, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The sound of Hu Chi's gasps echoed in his ears, and that sound was like an icy blade, piercing his eardrums.

Suddenly, he felt that this competition was extremely absurd.

His spear had accompanied him in countless battles and killed countless powerful enemies. It was his most trusted partner, but now it was so vulnerable in front of Ling Xiao, as if it was made of fragile paper.

"Want to continue?"

Ling Xiao's knife tip gently lifted up the broken spear fragments, and the fragments swayed in the air, making a metallic collision sound, as crisp as a bell.

To Xiong Zhengdao, this voice sounded like a death knell, announcing his failure.

Xiong Zhengdao took three steps back in silence. Each step seemed so heavy, as if he was stepping on a thousand-pound rock.

The black smoke rising from the broken gun barrel curled up, as if mocking his overestimation of his own abilities, and as if putting a sad end to this absurd competition.

His heart was filled with resentment and despair, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, but he also knew that he had no chance of winning under Ling Xiao's sword. He had completely lost this competition.

“That’s not fair at all!”

Hu Chi took half a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet was instantly cracked by a powerful force, and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread in all directions.

The demonic energy around him was surging like a tide. It was as black as ink and as thick as substance, rolling and condensing wantonly in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the black evil spirit condensed into a hideous ghost face with bared fangs and claws, and it let out bursts of creepy roars, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head and laughed. The laughter was so heroic and arrogant that it shook the clouds. The originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy, and the whole sky seemed to be shaking.

He crossed his arms, his eyes full of sarcasm, and shouted, "Talking about fairness in a life-and-death fight? Tiger Commander is really good at playing double standards! When we agreed on a life-and-death agreement just now, did we ever mention the word fairness? Now that the situation is unfavorable, you are talking about fairness. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Immediately, he shook his hands and put away the Bloodthirsty Knife and the God-Slaying Sword.

The two magical weapons disappeared from his hands in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

He looked at Hu Chi with disdain, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule: "If I had known that the geniuses of the Demon Sea were so dishonest, I would have avoided the battle just now. Your actions are really a disgrace to the reputation of the Demon Sea."

"Ling Xiao doesn't even want this treasure!"

His words were powerful, and every word was filled with sarcasm and disdain, as if the precious treasure was nothing more than a pile of scrap metal in his eyes.

When he turned around to leave, Shangguan Yue blocked his way like a ghost.

Her figure flashed at an astonishing speed, making it difficult to see her figure clearly. One only saw a red shadow flash before their eyes, and she was already standing steadily in front of Ling Xiao.

She was dressed in a fiery red dress, which was particularly dazzling under the gloomy sky. She had a faint smile on her face and spoke in a soft and charming voice, "Brother Ling, don't be angry. Don't you want the spoils? This demon relief is a rare treasure in the world. How many people would love to have it."

"The face of the Demon Sea is much more valuable than treasures and gold."

Ling Xiao didn't even turn his head back, but kept walking. The hem of his clothes rustled like a black flag fluttering in the wind.

"Keep it to clean up your mess! After what happened today, I have seen the true face of the Demon Sea."

His words were merciless, like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight into the hearts of Hu Chi and others, completely enraging Hu Chi.

"Brother Ling, please stay!"

Hu Chi shouted loudly, with a hint of anxiety and unwillingness in his voice.

He flashed and teleported in front of Ling Xiao, as fast as lightning.

The golden man in his palm shone brightly, as dazzling as the sun, illuminating his gloomy face.

He gritted his teeth. Although he was unwilling, he didn't want to lose face in front of everyone. After all, he was the deputy commander of the Demon Sea. If he gave up today, how could he survive in the Demon Sea in the future? "I made a mistake. This golden man is yours."

Ling Xiao stopped and his eyes fell on the stars in the relief eyes.

The stars twinkled with mysterious light, as if hiding endless mysteries.

He suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and a cunning look flashed in his eyes, like a sly fox.

"Commander Tiger Chi, you seem unconvinced. Do you dare to play another round? I will abandon my sword and fight you with my own skills. If you win, I will return this relief. If you lose, I will give you another Cang Yue-level treasure."

His words were full of provocation, reigniting the flames of war and making the already tense atmosphere even more tense.

Xiong Zhengdao and Hu Chi looked at each other, and there seemed to be countless undercurrents surging in that brief glance.

Xiong Zhengdao frowned slightly and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but the latter suddenly raised his hand to stop his companion from speaking, his action was decisive and resolute.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Hu Chi's eyes, and his eyes were like a lone wolf in the cold night, revealing endless ferocity and determination. He said in a deep voice: "I will see Brother Ling's true ability."

As he finished speaking, he clenched his hands and an iron rod wrapped in black mist suddenly appeared.

The black mist was like curling smoke from a cooking stove, but it also carried a chilling and eerie aura as it rolled and surged around the iron rod.

On the stick, the totem of an ancient ferocious beast vaguely emerged. The totem was lifelike, as if it would break free from the stick in the next second and devour its prey.

Wherever the iron rod passed, spider-web-like ice patterns formed on the ground. The coldness spread quickly like a surging tide, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, making people shiver uncontrollably.

"Brother Ling, remember to prepare a few more weapons."

Hu Chi turned the iron rod with both hands, and the iron rod made a buzzing sound. The sound was low and deep, and it caused ripples in the barrier around the arena, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake.

The buzzing sound was like the roar of a ferocious beast, carrying with it endless deterrent power, making people feel fearful.