Unparalleled Martial God

When the light faded, Chu Yang revealed himself safe and sound, and the two of them seemed to have fought to a standstill.    

"Lowly, go to hell!"    

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!    

Yang Fu made his move again. It was the same as the first time. A blood-red wheel appeared and slashed through the air toward Chu Yang.    

The scholarly middle-aged man did not speak, nor did he attack. Chu Yang's heart was filled with anger – this was simply bullying him!    

If Yang Linyi made a move, how could he not fight back? The result would only be a fight. But in the end, if he gained the upper hand and wanted to kill Yang Linyi, the scholarly middle-aged man would intervene.    

Yang Linyi definitely would not die, but he might not.    

In other words, he would be using up his origin energy, even risking his life for this battle. But Yang Linyi didn't have to pay any price.    

If this wasn't bullying him, then what was it!?    

"You!"    

"You!"    

Chu Yang's eyes were filled with fierceness as he coldly said, "You two can attack together."    

"Boom!"    

At this time, Yang Fu's attack had already arrived. Chu Yang's body was engulfed in flames as if he was burning paper. Once again, the blood wheel was burnt.    

With this sudden change, the students of the Saint Ruler Academy didn't even have time to react before another round of competition ended. They could only harden their hearts and silently wait for the next round.    

The short old man couldn't help but glance at the refined middle-aged man at this moment, seeming to say: Is this really good? Since he's still not familiar with that little bastard, this means that he might think that you'll join hands with Yang Linyi to bully him!    

The refined middle-aged man only smiled, he didn't care much about it. If Chu Yang wasn't willing to accept it, he would just beat him up a lot. However, when the donkey grinned, baring its large fangs, and gave him a strange smile, his smile froze on his face.    

Based on that little bastard's observation, that little bastard was definitely a vengeful person. Even if, this little bastard would definitely remember this grudge!    

"You ant, do you still need my master to dirty his hands after killing you?"    

In the arena, Yang Fu laughed coldly and praised in his heart, "This is young master, otherwise, who would dare to do such a thing in front of Zuo Wuji!?" [The young master was decisive and his judgment was accurate. He had expected Zuo Zai's reaction!]    

The refined middle-aged man was also the mountain elder of the Saint Ruler Academy. His surname was Zuo and his surname was Chang!    

The fire surrounding Chu Yang quickly subsided and was replaced with a weak flame. It seemed that his mana was running out and he could no longer sustain the Nirvana Flame.    

Seeing this, Yang Fu was overjoyed, "This ant really can't persevere any longer."    

Using the Flames of Nirvana to block the attacks of these Saints, how could it be so easy?    

He no longer had any scruples, and happily smiled: "You little ant, this is your limit right?"    

The people from the Sacred King's Academy were also shocked when they saw the weak flames on Chu Yang's body. They thought to themselves, "It's indeed impossible for a Nirvana Realm warrior to kill a Saint. Even Song Tangming can only approach him infinitely. It's such a pity that he can't pass through."    

Chu Yang coldly glanced at Yang Fu, his expression filled with disdain.    

An old dog like this, although he was a saint, he was simply too unbearable. On the contrary, it was Yang Linyi who was not simple. It was just that it was impossible to kill Yang Linyi today. The one who killed the bird was the greatest obstacle.    

Without the ability, he could only endure.    

He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. He looked up at Yang Linyi in the sky and coldly said, "That old dog is not enough. Attack, or you won't have a chance!"    

Boom!    

The crowd could not help but burst into an uproar. Chu Yang's words were completely inconsistent with his current situation. It was as if he had the upper hand and was not at a disadvantage and was about to be killed.