King of Nine Heavens

Fatty Li was not that tall, but he was still very fat. He only had a bit more strength, his cultivation was not even as good as Li Haoran's, and he usually only had a draw.    

    

However, Li Haoran was injured severely by Gao Feng yesterday, and he still had not recovered from the injury. He felt a lingering fear and immediately hugged him, stopping him: "Cousin brother, you are not his match. Don't act rashly. "Wait until my brother wins this match, and then we can take care of him during lunch and rest."    

    

Fatty Li looked at his companion beside him and confidently said, "What are you afraid of? Two fists can't even match four hands!"    

    

"Yes, young master, your cousin is right." Someone immediately echoed.    

    

These people were all at the seventh or eighth stage of Martial Cultivator. Hearing Li Haoran's words, they all remained silent, but hearing Fatty Li's words later, it stimulated their fighting spirit, causing their morale to rise, and they all clenched their fists.    

    

Pow!    

    

Li Haoran slapped the person who spoke just now on the face, and said coldly: "You all have understood, fighting below the stage will affect my brother's performance. My brother lost, so I'm going to question you."    

    

Lee Haotian's goal of competing was to win the tournament due to being a beauty. If he lost due to his own reasons, he wouldn't be able to get Lee Haotian's understanding even if he died to apologize. Therefore, it would be better to save the trouble and wait for Lee Haotian's match to end.    

    

That person obediently took a step back, afraid that Li Haoran would hit him again. He quickly distanced himself from the fire, and walked towards Ring Seven.    

    

Everyone knew Lee Haotian's goal, so they didn't want to get into trouble. One by one, they walked towards Ring Seven.    

    

On Ring Seven, the referee gave the order, Huzi and Lee Haotian were already in a defensive position.    

    

Li Haoran took a few steps back and glared at Gao Feng. "I'll deal with you later."    

    

"Who's afraid of who!" Gao Feng replied and also walked towards Ring Seven.    

    

The people around them thought they were going to fight, so they all gathered around. However, when they saw that they had all left, they scattered like birds and moved towards their favorite contestant's arena.    

    

"Little brother, you've come too."    

    

When they passed Ring Six, a familiar voice suddenly rang beside Gao Feng's ear. Gao Feng immediately stopped and turned around. It was the waiter.    

    

The waiter walked over and pulled Gao Feng's hand and said: "Stage Six is a competition between a Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator and a Fourth Rank Warrior. We will watch it from here."    

    

Needless to say, the competition between Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator and a fourth stage warrior was more exciting than the competition between a second stage warrior and a first stage warrior.    

    

The spectators in front of Stage Six were all shoulder to shoulder, while the audience in front of Stage Seven was like a flock of sparrows. Other than Lee Haotian's people, there were only a few idle spectators.    

    

Gao Feng looked at the match that had already started in Ring Seven. He shook his head at the waiter and said: "You take a look at Stage Six, my brother is on Stage Seven. I'm going to support him."    

    

The waitress didn't say anything and let go of Gao Feng's hand.    

    

The two contestants on platform six had already started their match, and there were cheers coming from them. However, Gao Feng only glanced at them once before he walked towards platform seven in big strides.    

    

"Lee Haotian will win!"    

    

Li Haoran and his men were cheering for him.    

    

Lee Haotian was like a tiger that had grown wings. His movement speed was very fast and his repeated sneak attacks were successful. Huzi was stunned by his attacks. Huzi was big and slow, and his back was hit by Lee Haotian several times.    

    

Fortunately, Huzi had a strong body, so he was not injured even after a few punches from Lee Haotian. However, if he were to passively take a beating like this, Huzi would lose sooner or later.    

    

Gao Feng clenched his fist and wished he could give him a hand. However, this was the arena, he could not break the rules, so he could only shout out: "Big guy, do your best! Do as I say! "    

    

Hearing Gao Feng's voice, Huzi, who was a little stunned by the beating, became full of energy as if he had been injected with a stimulant. His movement speed also became a lot faster.    

    

Lee Haotian had succeeded several times in his sneak attack. He was proud of his opponent's injuries and thought that he was holding on. However, he soon realized that nothing had happened to his opponent. His heart sank and he could no longer be proud of himself.    

    

The opponent's physical body was too strong. If this continued, he would not be able to defeat the opponent even if he was exhausted. In terms of endurance, he couldn't compare to Huzi, so Lee Haotian was also quite anxious.    

    

In a moment of desperation, Lee Haotian's spirit wavered and a defensive hole appeared in his lower body. He was kicked in the calf by Huzi and almost fell to his knees.    

    

Lee Haotian Qiang endured the pain and staggered back a few steps. When he noticed the weapon rack beside him, he steeled his heart. Since he couldn't do anything to the other party, he might as well use his weapon.    

    

The rules of the competition forbade the use of Devil Beast, but it didn't say that weapons were forbidden.    

    

Thinking about this, Lee Haotian pulled out a great sword from the weapon rack and rushed towards Huzi.    

    

Huzi's reaction was also very fast. He saw Lee Haotian grab his sword and quickly approached the weapon rack and picked up a big sword to block.    

    

Clang!    

    

As the swords and sabers collided, sparks flew in all directions.    

    

Huzi stood motionless on the spot. Lee Haotian was so shocked that his hand became numb. He staggered back a few steps and almost fell off the stage.    

    

Once you fall off the arena, you will be deemed to have lost.    

    

"I can't lose!"    

    

Lee Haotian looked at the foot of the stage, which was suspended at its edge, and roared loudly. His face sank and a symbol appeared between his eyebrows, spreading a strange phenomenon behind him. At the same time, the Long Sword in his hand shone brightly and turned into thousands of sword aura.    

    

"Heavens, what is this?" Immediately, someone cried out in alarm.    

    

"You're asking me, but who should I ask?" The tall man beside the man said coldly.    

    

The man from before turned around and stared at the tall man: "I didn't ask you."    

    

The tall one glared back, at the same time raising his clenched fist, coldly warning: "If you continue to jabber on and on, I'll beat you to death!"    

    

The man stopped talking as he saw that the tall man was a head taller than him and his fist was a size bigger than his.    

    

"This is a type of spell called 'Ten Thousand Arrows Through the Heart', it is the highest realm of the path of the sword. It's just that his cultivation is too low and he is unable to display its true power. What a pity, such a pity …" A middle-aged man with a broadsword on his back exclaimed.    

    

"Senior, why would you say it's a pity?" The middle-aged man's words aroused Gao Feng's curiosity and he couldn't help but ask.    

    

The middle-aged man had long noticed Gao Feng and was able to tell his cultivation level with a single glance. This cultivation level was too ordinary and did not attract his attention.    

    

Now that he heard Gao Feng's respectful question, it caught his attention. He couldn't help but take a few more glances at Gao Feng, but he found a faint purple color appeared on Gao Feng's body. It was just that purple color flashed past Gao Feng's eyes, making him feel that it was just an illusion and it still didn't pique his interest.    

    

However, he still answered Gao Feng's question: "This is a self-mutilation method. It's burning your blood soul in exchange for its terrifying destructive power. Because under normal circumstances, only by entering the Martial Master Stage can one use techniques. Those with a lower cultivation than the Martial Master Stage will have serious repercussions when they use spells, and will have an impact on their martial heart in the future. "    

    

"Sigh, once there is a problem with the Martial Stylite's dao heart, it would be difficult to achieve anything. What a pity that such a good sapling is about to appear."