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Zhang Chulan scratched his head and turned to look at the two people beside him.

Wang was startled and quickly waved his hand.

"Zhang Chulan, don't look at me. Of course, Xiaodao won't do either."

Zhang Lingyu ignored it and simply said indifferently, "Let's watch the game."

In a spacious area.

Wang Bing felt uneasy, so he took the initiative to make a move.

"Ghostly Mist!"

A gray spirit appeared on his body, opening its mouth and spewing out a large cloud of smoke, blurring the light in the entire area.

Wang Bing opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing a black spiritual entity into his stomach.

Then his eyes emitted a captivating red light.

His internal energy also surged, and he turned around, drawing a fiery red image of an old man in the air at an extremely fast speed.

The old man stepped out of the painting, like a real spirit, his body surrounded by flames.

"I am the Fire God, evil spirits begone!"

Even sitting in the audience, you could feel the intense heat.

"Is this your royal family's painting ability combined with the techniques of summoning and controlling spirits?"

Lu Jin looked at Wang Ai with a cold smile, his gaze chilling.

Wang Ai said with a smile:

"Old Master Lu, what are you saying? How could our Wang family possess the ability to summon spirits and command generals?"

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It's just some basic skills passed down in my family.

Lu Jin snorted coldly, knowing that the Wang family would not admit it.

These old folks have skin as thick as a city wall, and their mouths are incredibly stubborn.

Wang Bing's combination technique was incredibly powerful.

The moment the spirit of the Fire God appeared, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

A massive fireball was spewed from the spirit's mouth, swelling in the wind.

It was as big as a house, and it crashed down on Ning Chen.

"This is the killer move, Master..."

Feng Xingtong looked worried, but Xia He remained calm.

Zhang Chulan also ran to the side and whispered to Feng Baobao.

"Sister Bao'er, is this person really a match for Wang Bing?"

"Just wait, that blond guy is about to get beaten up like a little kid."

……

The mask on Ning Chen's face was also reflected in the scorching heat, and the paper mask began to burn on its own.

As the massive fireball drew ever closer, Ning Chen glanced at it and casually slapped it, blasting it into a shower of sparks.

He unleashed a burst of spiritual energy from his palm, and the sand and dust coalesced into a hand, slapping Wang Bing across the face.

His jaw dislocated instantly, and his jaw and head were tilted at a 90-degree angle.

His teeth had long since turned to powder, which sprayed out mixed with blood.

He flew backwards for dozens of feet, landing on the high platform like a dead dog, and coincidentally, right in front of Wang Ai.

at the same time,

The edge of the mask, burning with flames, slowly brushed against Ning Chen's face.

As the mask burned away, a handsome young face appeared in everyone's sight.

The vast arena, filled with thousands of onlookers, was now eerily silent; a pin drop could be heard.

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"I didn't see wrong, did I? He slapped that Wang Bing to death in one go."

"Dude, if you have this kind of skill, why didn't you use it even once before?"

"Look, his mask is broken! This guy... he's so handsome!"

……

A series of gasps came from the audience.

Those who watched Ning Chen's last match all thought he would be eliminated there.

After all, a one-on-one fight is not a four-person brawl, so it didn't give him a chance to profit from the situation.

Moreover, Wang Bing is the great-grandson of Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders of today. He is ruthless and extremely cruel.

Of the six men who were defeated by him, almost none escaped unscathed; all suffered serious injuries.

Comparing the two sides, 99% of people would believe that Wang Bing would easily win, and that Ning Chen's fate would be exceptionally tragic.

However, the truth is quite the opposite.

Wang Bing immediately displayed his best skills.

The enormous fireball spat out by the Fire God was visually striking.

But against Ning Chen, he only managed to withstand one move.

With a single slap, the fireball the size of a small mountain was shattered, and Wang Bing was sent flying.

It landed right in front of his great-grandfather, as if in provocation.

"You... How can we allow you to commit violence and injure people during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony!"

Wang Ai's wrinkled face showed a mixture of shock and anger as she looked in Ning Chen's direction.

Lu Ci also sized up Ning Chen with an unfriendly gaze, unable to discern which school of thought the man belonged to.

Who would have thought he was so weak?

Ning Chen shrugged and sighed with disappointment.

Wang Ai's aura surged, and he wished he could rush down and finish off this junior.

Wang Bing, the great-grandson, lay on the ground convulsing. Even if he survived, he would likely be crippled for the rest of his life.

Wang Ai asked in a deep voice, "Old Celestial Master, what do you say?"

“This boy committed violence and injury; he must be severely punished!” Lü Ci said.

"To commit violence and assault, is that really possible?"

Lu Jin said dismissively.

"Patriarch Lu, my great-grandson is lying on the ground, seriously injured. How could it be fake?"

"Fists and feet have no eyes; isn't it normal to get injured?"

Lu Jin sneered.

"They didn't finish you off after you were seriously injured; they only used one move from beginning to end, right?"

The old master nodded gently, "Old Lu is right, we cannot conclude that it was a premeditated attack."

Wang Ai looked resentful and said coldly:

"If I insist on demanding an explanation from that brat, so be it?"

Ning Chen looked directly at him and said calmly, "It seems that the Spirit Binding Technique has given you quite a bit of confidence."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The three members of the Feng family, in particular, were shocked.

They had already sensed a familiar fluctuation when Wang Bing made his move.

That sense of familiarity came from their family's tradition of summoning spirits and commanding generals, but upon closer inspection, it seemed somewhat different.

"Nonsense! Everyone knows that the Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals belong to the Feng family of the World Alliance. Kid, don't make false accusations."

Wang Ai immediately denied it, her words carrying a warning tone.

Ning Chen said slowly:

"Feng Tianyang of the Feng family, along with Zheng Zibu of the Maoshan Shangqing Sect, left the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley ahead of schedule."

They were captured by your Wang family and forced to hand over the Soul-Binding General.

He vowed not to pass on the complete version of the Spirit Binding Technique to his descendants, in exchange for a chance to live.

You also quietly obtained one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.