Chapter 1751 This is nothing...
Earth Kyoto.
A martial arts arena.
"Bang!!"
A dull thud sounded, indicating that a heavy object was falling from mid-air.
Before the thick smoke and dust had fully dissipated, a dark shadow plummeted down from the sky!
The strong winds swept around, clearing away the dust that had been obscuring the view and revealing a not-too-deep crater hidden within.
The heavily wounded Ao Zhan was trapped in the pit, in extremely poor condition.
The golden light on his body had mostly dissipated, and his pair of golden, fiery eyes had been violently gouged out.
He struggled to lift his upper body and continue fighting.
But the next second, Yongye followed closely behind and stomped him into the ground even deeper.
Although there are no ordinary players left in the arena now, Ao Zhan no longer needs to worry about anything else.
But the gap between him and the eternal night still exists.
No matter how talented Ao Zhan is, or how fast he grows stronger, he can never compare to Yong Ye, who has 'retraced his steps'!
Having played around enough in the early stages, Yongye is now getting serious and naturally easily overwhelms Ao Zhan, giving him no chance to retaliate or turn the tide.
The reason they haven't killed him yet is entirely because Yongye hasn't fully completed his godhood ritual.
The revenge section was completed long before Huan Zi Yao Ji died.
However, the expected response regarding "fear" was never received from Ao Zhan, who was beaten to a pulp.
Since physical harm alone is ineffective, we must address the psychological aspect.
Yongye raised his foot and stepped on Ao Zhan's throat, his tone mocking:
"Didn't you say you could play with me all day long?"
"It's only been an hour, why are you so quiet?"
"Did I go too far?"
"How about I let you rest for a bit, and then I'll go to the casino to check things out and reap the lives of those unlucky guys?"
Upon hearing this, Ao Zhan's face contorted with rage.
He raised his hands, weakly gripping Yongye's ankles, and said in a hoarse voice:
"This is nothing..."
"The monkey... he just happened to be restrained by you... Did you really think that's the end of the world?"
"Try facing another god who has achieved sanctification in the physical body!!"
After he finished speaking, the golden light on Ao Zhan's body completely disappeared.
Instead, a layer of cold light with a bluish-white hue began to circulate!
The wounds, still bleeding, quickly scabbed over, and the eyes that had been violently gouged out grew back, restoring them to normal.
However, Ao Zhan did not open his eyes.
Because a vertical crack had opened up between his eyebrows.
There were no eyeballs inside, only a condensed, silvery-white divine light.
Erlang Shen, the True Lord of Manifestation, possessed me!
The moment Yongye's gaze met the crack in the forehead, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, which was being held by Ao Zhan's hands!
Furthermore, a loud, aggressive barking sound violently penetrated into my ears.
Sharp, greedy, and covetous.
It was accompanied by a chilling echo of wet, guttural sounds and the grinding of teeth.
The body's immediate reaction prompted Yongye to instinctively decide to escape.
He even went so far as to cut off his own right leg to speed up his escape!
as predicted,
After Yongye forcibly severed his leg and leaped into the air, the spot where he had been standing was immediately swept up by a chaotic storm of blood.
A silver figure slowly rose from the crimson expanse, like a sharp blade slowly piercing through the rosy light.
With the added boost from the mythical quality item [The Uncrowned King's Bandage], Ao Zhan's divinity reached its peak at this moment!
But this is just the beginning.
The golden chainmail that had previously been attached to Ao Zhan's body gradually faded, turning into a cooler, pale yellow.
An elegant gown appeared out of thin air, covering the inner armor from top to bottom.
The imposing phoenix-winged purple-gold crown on its head lost its luster and transformed into a silver-white three-mountain flying phoenix hat.
From the fallen Heavenly River Bottom-Fixing Divine Iron, faint roars of dragons could be heard. After trembling slightly, it suddenly shot towards Ao Zhan's direction.
By the time the weapon was regained, its appearance had undergone a complete transformation.
It was a spear about twelve feet long, its entire body gleaming with a bluish-white, cold light.
The spearhead has three points and two blades, its sharpness fully revealed;
The gun barrel is covered with dragon scales and engraved with cloud patterns;
As it dances gently, a whooshing sound emanates, seemingly capable of splitting mountains and opening seas, incredibly sharp!
Behind Ao Zhan, the chaotic blood-red storm quickly condensed into a giant, menacing dog phantom.
"Hmph, it's no use turning into anything." Yongye hovered in mid-air, his severed right leg rapidly growing back.
Looking down from above, he spoke coldly:
"You'll soon find out what a gap really means!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist surrounding Yongye began to surge.
It was as if the entire world had come alive at that moment, all converging their power towards the slightly frail figure in the center.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ao Zhan immediately stopped waiting for a better opportunity to make a move.
He slammed his feet into the ground and shot straight toward Eternal Night like a cannonball!
The giant dog phantom behind it moved even faster.
It managed to get ahead of the three-pointed double-edged spear, transforming into a blood-red storm that violently swept over its target!
For a moment, the ear-piercing sounds of friction and the clanging of metal against metal filled the air, and the air in the entire training ground seemed to thin due to the fierce fighting.
The venue had already been evacuated.
Apart from Ao Zhan Yongye, no one else was affected in the slightest.
However, the spectators on the periphery clearly felt uncomfortable and retreated in unison, distancing themselves from the center of the battle.
Among them were Pan Xiaoxiao, who had just arrived, and Jin Guoxun, dressed in white.
"Grandpa, have you started calculating yet?"
"I think Eternal Night still has the upper hand and shows no signs of losing..."
Pan Xiaoxiao tugged at the old man's clothes, her face full of worry, just like a helpless little girl.
Jin Guoxun, who usually presents a dignified and composed image, is now sweating profusely and extremely flustered.
While responding to his granddaughter's questions, his old hands almost trembled so much that he couldn't hold the tortoise shell and the copper coin.
"Okay, okay, don't rush me, sweetie..."
"Seriously, you don't actually think of me as a weapon of mass destruction, do you? I've done plenty of fortune-telling for Yongye before, but it really didn't work..."
"Whether it's effective or not isn't something you can tell immediately!" Pan Xiaoxiao replied, her tone uncertain, but she still insisted.
"Moreover, Lu Li's resolute resistance to your divination back then shows that you must have some real talent!"
Jin Guoxun: "..."
"But now that Yongye has already started fighting with that brute Ao Zhan, what's the point of me calculating anymore?"
"Let's try our luck first, whether there's any chance or not!" Pan Xiaoxiao tugged at Jin Guoxun's robe again, her voice anxious.
"For a battle at Brother Ao's level, we ordinary players can't help at all."
"Only you can have any influence!"
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