The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

The battle in the square continued, but the number of people continued to decrease. The wounded were carried away, while the victors stayed behind to continue the next round.

The people of Heavenly Book City were actually not in the mood to watch such a tragic battle, what they were most concerned about was who Feng Ting's opponent would be in the next round.

Finally, all the battles had ended. Of the eight thousand people present, only five hundred remained. Amongst the five hundred of them, the most of them were still in the nether cave Realm, and the next was the Purple Mansion Realm. As for the powerful dangling lake, there was only Gu Yinglong.

Although Feng Ting had killed Tu Chen, no one believed that he would be the final victor of the competition. It was not just a competition, even the Grand Cloud Conference should be preparing for Gu Yinglong this time.

Previously, when Gu Yinglong went on a rampage, he even made the Grand Cloud Conference postpone it for three days.

Although Gu Yinglong was a disciple of the younger generation of the Qi Cang Sect, the sect master was actually Gu Yinglong's master because the sect master had personally taught him how to cultivate. However, because of their seniority, the two of them had a master-disciple relationship, but did not address each other as a master-disciple relationship.

This was something that many people in the sect knew about, and if they went outside the sect, many of the elders would say that the sect master was Gu Yinglong's master.

It was rumored that Gu Yinglong was the next Sect Leader of the younger generation.

Such a person was naturally everyone's idol, and also the genius that all the elders liked.

After a short pause, the fifth round of chess began.

When the referee called out Feng Ting's name, Feng Ting casually walked out of the forest, arriving at the center of the plaza, waiting for his opponent.

When Feng Ting heard that his opponent was number 2, he couldn't help but frown. He knew that Number Two was a disciple named Wen Jingxian, second only to him. It was a Spirit Cultivator who looked gentle and calm, but was actually a Purple Mansion.

Because Wen Jingxian was number 2, Feng Ting had paid a bit of attention to the process of him playing the game. Amongst the middle-aged disciples of Qi Cang Sect, he could be considered a different type of person. His attacks were not vicious, and along the way, he didn't cripple anyone.

Very quickly, a quiet and refined young man stood opposite to Feng Ting. This person looked like a scholar, with not the slightest bit of dignity that a Spirit Cultivator possessed.

The two of them looked at each other without speaking. They were both waiting for the referee to announce the start of the match.

Everyone in Heavenly Book City naturally knew of Wen Jingxian. They felt helpless and inexplicably angry. From the beginning to end, Feng Ting's opponent had always been at the Purple Mansion realm, and he was getting stronger and stronger.

Li Yue said in a low voice: "Big Brother Feng's opponent is a little different."

"We're all opponents, there's no difference." Li Wan said coldly.

"He is very refined, so his attacks shouldn't be too heavy." Li Yue stared at the plaza with her bright eyes.

"It's not heavy on others, but it must be very heavy on Feng Ting." Li Wan said.

"That's right!" Li Yue also felt that it was a bit helpless and quietly said: "They deliberately made it difficult for the Big Brother Feng, so the opponents they met got stronger and stronger. Luckily the Big Brother Feng is strong, otherwise I would have already lost. "

Although Li Yue's words were naive, every word of her made sense.

Wasn't that what everyone was thinking?

All the players in the game had finished pairing, and the two hundred and fifty battles were about to begin.

He Jinpeng gave the order and announced the start of the battle.

Feng Ting and Wen Jingxian finally moved, both of them clasping their hands together.

"Please."

"Please."

Although he said the word "please", Wen Jingxian did not immediately make his move.

Feng Ting looked at Wen Jingxian and laughed indifferently: "Do you think that fighting me is bullying me?"

"A little." Wen Jingxian nodded in acknowledgement.

"I just killed Tu Chen." Feng Ting said.

"Senior brother Tu Chen can't beat me." Wen Jingxian said very seriously.

"Can you kill him?" Feng Ting asked.

"I didn't think of killing him, so I can't answer that question." Wen Jingxian still maintained a very serious look.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Hearing this question, Wen Jingxian paused for a moment, then said quietly: "I didn't mean to kill you."

"But you will cripple me." Feng Ting said.

Wen Jingxian's refined face revealed a trace of helplessness. He did not answer Feng Ting's question, but said: "If I were you, I would admit defeat."

"Do you think I will admit defeat?" Feng Ting asked.

"I doubt it." Wen Jingxian shook his head slightly.

"Since you know you won't, then let's do it."

"You are younger than me, so you should make the first move." Wen Jingxian had a modest and gentle appearance, matching very well with his scholarly appearance.

Feng Ting was becoming more and more interested in this Wen Jingxian. He said: "I don't think Qi Cang Sect has many people like you."

After Wen Jingxian heard this, he said somewhat helplessly: "Let's make our move."

"Alright."

Although Feng Ting liked this Wen Jingxian a little, he knew that he had to pass through this hurdle before he could make the plans for the next hurdle. His body trembled, a wave of Spirit Qi turned into a pike, and pierced towards Wen Jingxian.

"Swish."

This spirit energy lance was very fast, enough to compare with a spirit energy lance of the Purple Mansion Realm.

But Wen Jingxian was still very calm. Not only did he not retreat, he moved forward. He extended his hand out, the Spiritual Strength in his palm fluctuated, and grabbed towards the spirit qi spear.

"Whap."

Wen Jingxian gently clenched his hand, and the spirit energy spear shattered. He then continued to move forward, raised the Spiritual Strength in his palm once again, and slapped towards Feng Ting's face.

Feng Ting could not help but admire Wen Jingxian's calmness. This cultivation was even stronger than those Purple Mansion s that had cultivated for decades or a hundred years. He did not dare to face it head on, so he retreated.

But Wen Jingxian's hand followed him like a shadow, continuing to grab at Feng Ting's face. Although this move looked simple, and its lethality didn't seem to be too high, it was still very powerful, and it was very suitable to deal with a martial cultivator like Feng Ting.

Feng Ting knew that although he could rely on the speed of the illusory wing, he could still retreat. But Wen Jingxian could also rely on his excellent cultivation to continuously catch them. If this continued, it would not end. He had no choice but to condense his spirit energy, the One Word Collapsing Fist was released.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

With the strength of nine stages, Wen Jingxian's palm had finally blocked Wen Jingxian's attack. However, because Wen Jingxian's Spiritual Strength was too deep, Feng Ting's One Word Collapsing Fist was also broken. A wave of Spiritual Strength crashed into his meridians along his palm, causing his meridians to tremble crazily.

At the same time as he retreated, the Healing Flame in his body also began to emit a warm Qi, gently stroking the vibrating meridians. Even so, his meridians were still in turmoil, causing his blood to churn, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, everyone in Heavenly Book City was shocked. They all felt that not only was this Wen Jingxian strong but he was also smart, and the way he dealt with Feng Ting was also to use his own strength to defeat his enemy.

Seeing Feng Ting spitting out blood, Wen Jingxian was actually stunned for a moment. Although it was just a momentary pause, it was enough to express what he was thinking.

He made his move again, and just like before, he raised his hand to grab it. It seemed ordinary, but it emitted a powerful pressure. At least for Feng Ting, although this kind of attack was simple, it was even harder to deal with than Tu Chen's slaughter.

Luckily, the Healing Flame had already pacified his unstable meridians, otherwise his meridians would have already been injured.

Feng Ting retreated once again. If it wasn't for the competition, he could escape. But this was a competition, if he were to escape from Yuntai Peak, he would be deemed as having lost.

If he were to fight to the death with Wen Jingxian, it would because Wen Jingxian's cultivation level was high and his cultivation was truly deep. This simple clawing motion, although its attack power was very weak. However, he could turn attacks into defenses at any time and defend from wind and rain.

He found that in such a situation, he did not have a better way to deal with it. Right now, he had a whole new level of respect for this Wen Jingxian.

When there was nowhere to retreat to, Feng Ting could only release his heavy hammer and strike Wen Jingxian's palm.

BOOM!

The Spiritual Strength's heavy hammer blocked Wen Jingxian's attack, but before the Spiritual Strength in Wen Jingxian's palm dispersed, it penetrated the heavy hammer and smashed onto Feng Ting's chest.

"Whap."

Feng Ting was injured, and flew out, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Wen Jingxian was stunned for a moment, and then grabbed again.

Feng Ting's face revealed a bitter and bitter look. He had originally thought that even if it was a fair duel, he would still be able to contend with the Purple Mansion. If he could find an opportunity to use a small method, he would be able to defeat his opponent.

But now, if he did not have the Healing Flame protecting him, he would have already lost.

When he had nowhere to retreat to, Feng Ting could only use the decathlon force again to block Wen Jingxian's attack. However, Wen Jingxian's Spiritual Strength was strong and dense, it was still able to pass through his spirit energy attack, and gave him a simple strike.

Therefore, Feng Ting was injured once again. The Healing Flame released a warm energy from his body, protecting his cardiac pulse, and repaired his meridians and internal organs.

Following that, Wen Jingxian once again raised his hand to grab it. He didn't seem to want to use any other method, so he grabbed onto the same attack.

The surrounding judges, as well as He Jinpeng and the people who were watching the show, did not expect that Wen Jingxian could actually suppress Feng Ting completely. At the same time, they were also shocked about why Feng Ting was injured so many times, but was still able to hold on.

Gu Yinglong had already finished this match, and was standing in the middle of the crowd. Seeing Wen Jingxian use such a simple method to destroy Feng Ting, he couldn't help but frown. He never really liked this junior of his. This was because his Spirit Cultivator should have an imposing manner, should have an arrogant backbone, and should not be like a scholar.

The people of Heavenly Book City watched in fear, they had thought that Feng Ting would lose, but they had never imagined that he would fail in such a way.

This was too tormenting!

Feng Ting had warned others before that if they were unable to win, they would admit defeat. Now that it was his turn, would he admit defeat?

No one could imagine what would happen if Feng Ting admitted defeat. They didn't want to see that happen, but they wanted to see it right away. Contradictions, struggles, and entanglement tormented the hearts of everyone in the Heavenly Book City.