The strongest starting system

Chapter 897

boom!
Zhao Wushuang was beaten backwards, his heels smashed into the ring hard, and he slid back several meters before he managed to stabilize his figure.

He stepped on two deep marks on the ring made of hard granite, which shows how strong Molik was just now.

"Your strength is good."

Zhao Wushuang commented.

"You don't need to say more."

Molik took off the black cloak on his back, revealing a burly muscle that was as strong as a giant rock. His whole body was like a cast iron pillar, and he had a body far superior to that of ordinary humans.

But there was a tiger's head on his neck, and his face was covered by a large black robe just now, so others couldn't see it very clearly.

The beast-mask human body produced a strong visual impact, which frightened the female disciples who had never seen his real face.

Zhao Wushuang raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became interested.

Because the opponent in front of him was a half-orc.

The half-orc is a hybrid between the monster race and the human race. It is a hybrid between humans and monsters. They are imprisoned from birth, and they are destined to become a combination of humans and beasts in this life.

But God closed a door and opened a window for them.

The half-orc's physique is extremely strong, and it can be said that he is a natural body refiner. As a half-orc, Molik has top-notch physique, so it's no wonder that the black dragon will take a fancy to it.

"Come on, let me see your strength, summon that fire phoenix, I can catch it, haha."

Molik started his body shape and launched a violent attack like a storm. His fists were like hammers, his legs were like spears, and his whole body was in an extremely fierce state.

Even Zhao Wushuang couldn't parry the huge force coming from his arm, he was beaten back several steps, and had already touched the side rope of the ring.

Zhao Wushuang felt a bit of surprise and excitement at the same time.

When he was in Beilu, although he also met many strong men, including the top geniuses like Jian Immortal and Jiang Taixu, but there were not many people who could really fight against Zhao Wushuang.

When he arrived in Central Continent, he found that the level of experts here was indeed a level higher than other places.

Just the top ten disciples among the top ten holy places already gave him a lot of oppression.

But what he needs is the motivation to move forward.

Zhao Wushuang grinned, the primordial energy in his body exploded, the turbulent sea in the dantian surged out, scattered in the meridians, the soft but powerful force stretched flat, and suddenly rose like a thunderbolt on the ground.

A ray of light burst out from Zhao Wushuang's eyes, and then his fists swept like thunder and lightning, and the overbearing and turbulent power poured out.

Thunder exploded, and the two took a few steps back after the impact.

Molik also noticed the change in Zhao Wushuang's temperament, he snorted coldly, pounded the ground with his hard fist, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider's web.

And with him as the center, the red demonic power surrounded him like a dancing fire snake, and then gathered and merged with Molik's body as one.

At this moment, there was a thick flame ribbon floating on Molik's body, he looked like Shura the orc who came out of hell.

On the other side, Zhao Wushuang's whole body was also surrounded by white light.

One white and one red, one man and one beast.

The two sides stood in Lingyuan like that, and the cracks under their feet were the traces of the battle.

The air seemed to condense at this moment, and the people watching the battle not far from the ring were infected by the tense atmosphere, and even held their breath, not even daring to take a breath.

The gravel on the arena trembled slightly, and the battle field was so quiet that one could hear the thumping heartbeat for a while.

The recorder's eyeballs moved left and right. He wanted to say a few words, but he didn't dare to speak.

Both sides are gathering momentum, and momentum is a very important part in a physical battle where life is at stake.

Whoever loses the opportunity of momentum may be suppressed by the opponent.

Both of them were waiting, waiting for the opportunity to attack violently.

call.

A gust of wind hit, rolled up the stones on the ring, and slowly rolled towards the center.

In the center of the sunken arena, when the stones rolled down, the arena could no longer withstand such a strong coercion, and it was completely broken into two halves, followed by a crisp clicking sound.

At the same moment, a strange light flashed in the eyes of both of them.

Without even thinking about it, they attacked at the same time, their soles slammed on the ground, like an arrow flying from a string, or like a needle pointing at a grain of wheat, they slammed into each other fiercely.

Bang bang bang.

Boom boom boom.

The afterimage of the fight between the two stayed in mid-air, causing layers of space ripples. In just two or three breaths, they had already fought hundreds of times.

Every shot hits the opponent's vitals.

People with slower eyesight can't keep up with them at all.

Only people above the semi-saint level can barely see the moves of the two.

Sitting in the stands, Jin Wudi turned his head to look at Heilong, and asked, "Elder Heilong, what do you think of the performance of these two?"

The eyes of the black dragon were hidden in the messy black hair, he said coldly: "It's just a battle between two juniors, it's not worth mentioning."

"Oh really? From my point of view, in terms of melee combat, the combat power produced by these two people has already surpassed that of a semi-saint, and can even be compared with a saint in the first level. They can teach such an excellent disciple, Elder Black Dragon is really powerful."

Heilong couldn't understand the meaning of Jin Wudi's words, so he said: "My apprentice will never lose to an unknown junior, but you can give the disciples a good whip when you go back, don't lose such a big face next time .”

"Humph."

Jin Wudi snorted coldly with disdain. "Let's wait and see."

After speaking, he turned his head away and concentrated on watching the match on the ring.

At this time, the battle arena was no longer in the arena, because the arena was broken into two halves, the elders had no choice but to let the disciples who were watching nearby quickly get out of the way, and a large area was vacated.

After all, these two people are the masters who blocked and killed gods and Buddhas. If anyone suffers from the aftermath of the battle, they can't bear the responsibility.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wushuang and Molik had already exchanged hundreds of moves. During this process, Zhao Wushuang did not use the power of the Demon God Lord, and relied on his own strength to resist Molik's attack.

boom!
It was another fist bump, and the fierce force made both of them take two steps back, returning to a confrontational posture.

There was excitement in Molik's red tiger eyes.

He is an orc, born with bloodthirsty desire and fighting ability, blood makes him strong, and killing makes him crazy.

"It's been a long time since I played so heartily."

Morik stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips. "I remember the last time I was arresting the former saint with my master. At that time, the saint was seriously injured by the master. I went to clean up the mess."

(End of this chapter)