High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

Amidst enthusiastic cheers from the audience, today's starting lineup of fighters stepped onto the ring.

As expected, the first battle was between Yang Zuo and Gu Feng against two contestants who had climbed up from the preliminary rounds.

Yang Zuo faced off against a mid-level level four martial artist from Taicheng.

Taicheng was originally quite wealthy, but it gradually declined as times changed.

This mid-stage level four martial artist is named Ma Wanglin, a genius who has gathered all the resources of the entire Xishan Province.

It is also the hope of Xishan Province.

But that hope will be extinguished today; Ma Wanglin is definitely no match for Yang Zuo.

Furthermore, Yang Zuo, whom Ma Wanglin was facing, did not have much emotion and did not understand the concept of "showing mercy," making Ma Wanglin's probability of death extremely high.

People from Xishan Province were trying to persuade her to give up the competition, but she only made one move.

He shook his head and refused their advice.

Even declining provinces have their own pride.

Ma Wanglin stood on one side of the arena, the long spear in his hand gleaming with a cold light.

"Do you... want to admit defeat?" The referee looked at the spirited young woman and, for reasons unknown, asked the question as if possessed.

"No, I will not give up."

"I am a martial artist, and in a martial artist's dictionary there is only the word 'to die fighting.'"

"Don't compare me to those cowardly cowards."

Ma Wanglin shook her head again; she wanted to see the difference between the human race and the celestial race today.

Are both players ready?

The referee sighed. To be able to cultivate Ma Wanglin in a province where resources are extremely scarce, Xishan Province must have paid a huge price.

"Ready." Ma Wanglin twirled her spear beautifully, the sharp tip pointing directly at Yang Zuo.

"Hmm." Yang Zuo nodded, his eyes devoid of much emotion.

"On your marks..."

"preparation!"

"start!"

As the whistle blew, Ma Wanglin took the lead, displaying an incredibly sharp and powerful spear technique.

A faint red aura emanated from Ma Wanglin's feet; she had actually used a desperate technique from the "Wildfire Spear Technique" right from the start.

A fierce move that unleashes all of one's energy and blood, aiming for a single, fatal blow!

Playing tricks on the feudal lords!

All that could be seen was Ma Wanglin's feet surging with blood and qi, even the tip of his spear was stained red.

bass!

The tip of the gun sliced ​​through the air, kicking up clouds of dust.

Yang Zuo's face remained expressionless as he thrust his long sword forward, striking the tip of Ma Wanglin's spear.

Ding!

"Very strong, but not enough."

But as soon as Ke Yangzuo uttered those words, he found that Ma Wanglin had disappeared in front of him.

His combat instincts caused Yang Zuo to tilt his head to the side.

With that one strike, Ma Wanglin's fatal blow missed its mark, merely grazing Yang Zuo's skin.

"Do you all know? The essence of the 'playing the feudal lords' technique in the 'Burning Flames' spear fighting style lies in this one word: 'play'!"

As Yang Zuo's skin was cut, the commentator became excited.

"Did you see that pose that pushes the limits of human capability?"

"Only through years of diligent practice can one reach this level!"

"Interesting." A hint of excitement flashed in Yang Zuo's originally emotionless eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Ma Wanglin landed again, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her eye.

"This won't work..." An unnatural blush flashed across Ma Wanglin's face.

She forcibly increased the speed of blood and qi flow in her body, which would put a great strain on her body.

In other words, if Ma Wanglin is unable to end the battle within the next minute, she will suffer a rupture of her meridians due to this overload.

"A wildfire!"

Gritting his teeth, Ma Wanglin thrust his spear forward again, and hundreds of spear tip phantoms simultaneously enveloped every vital point of Yang Zuo.

"Very good technique, but you're still too weak."

Yang Zuo shook his head in disappointment. If this girl's cultivation level were the same as his, she might have been able to bring him some enjoyment in battle.

Unfortunately, the gap between the two was too great; their physical strength and total amount of qi and blood were on completely different levels.

Not to mention the Celestial Race, who are born with a fighting instinct.

Yang Zuo threw away his longsword and grabbed Ma Wanglin's spear with his bare hands.

"What!?" Ma Wanglin's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. Was this even a human reflex?

"Heart-Shattering Palm." A Heart-Shattering Palm strike, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind, was unleashed, its terrifying power setting off alarm bells in Ma Wanglin's mind!

boom!

Just as the Heart-Shattering Palm was about to strike Ma Wanglin's chest, she miraculously dodged it with an extremely bizarre posture.

But the cost is also enormous.

Although her life was not in danger, the palm strike did not miss, but landed on her thigh.

The entire thigh was severed instantly, and blood vessels and bone marrow were visible to the naked eye!

Yang Zuo tossed the spear back to Ma Wanglin and asked a question as he looked at Ma Wanglin, who had only one leg left but had stood up again.

"Do you want to continue?"

Yang Zuo frowned, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

"Of course, I'm still standing here, aren't I?"

Ma Wanglin's broken left leg kept gushing blood, and a blood pool quickly formed on the ground.

"You're no longer capable of fighting. If you continue fighting, you'll only die."

Yang Zuo suddenly became more talkative today, and he himself didn't know why.

"So what if I die?"

Ma Wanglin raised her head, her scarlet eyes staring intently at Yang Zuo.

The moment the audience saw her face, a collective gasp filled the arena.

Blood was flowing from Ma Wanglin's seven orifices, and blood vessels that writhed like venomous snakes could be seen beneath her fair skin.

"If I lose, our Xishan province will face an even worse situation than it is now."

"That's my hometown, and I won't watch it decline!"

"I don't expect you geniuses who never lack resources to understand, and I don't intend for you to understand."

"I only want to prove one thing!"

"Even without resources, our martial artists from Xishan are no less capable than yours!"

With only one leg remaining, Ma Wanglin let out a roar, pushed off the ground with one foot, and charged towards Yang Zuo once again.

"don't know."

Yang Zuo looked confused for a moment, then slapped away Ma Wanglin's spear with his palm and delivered a vicious punch to her abdomen.

thump.

Ma Wanglin, whose abdomen had been pierced, fell to the ground, but she still tried to struggle to get up.

She had lost most of her blood; even though her abdomen was pierced, she didn't bleed much.

Seeing this, the referee quickly jumped onto the ring, lifted Yang Zuo's arm, and ended the fight.

There were no cheers, and no one even cared about Gu Feng's fight on the second ring; the entire stadium fell silent.

"Medical psychiatrist! Quickly!"

It wasn't until the relatives and friends of Taicheng from Xishan Province ran onto the stage that the audience snapped out of their daze.

Having lost an entire leg and her entire digestive system, Ma Wanglin was carried off the stage on a stretcher, and staff began cleaning up the blood on the ring.