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King of Gods – Chapter 612
Chapter 612 – Thirty Instant Winnings
“Let's welcome our newest hundred-win challenger... Zhao Feng!”.
A bright voice sounded throughout the arena.
Due to Ye Moyu's defeat, the atmosphere was a bit dim, but everyone was suddenly shaken by this voice.
"Another challenger has appeared so quickly?"
Many experts were surprised. Losing Ye Moyu unjustly was not enough to stop this challenger?
Furthermore, this new challenger started the challenge directly after Ye Moyu lost. This meant that their strength should at least be as strong as Ye Moyu's.
"Zhao Feng's? Never heard of him.”
"What kind of person will be this new challenger?"
The atmosphere in the arena lit up once again, and the gazes of the crowd became hopeful.
The figure in the Little Origin Core Realm immediately slowly walked onto the stage.
This new challenger was a calm young man who was only about twenty years old. From the Zhao Family until now, he had grown into a powerful youth.
"He's Zhao Feng?"
Many gazes were disappointed as they landed on the young man.
This new challenger did not seem special. His cultivation was not even as high as Ye Moyu's.
"That's the kid?"
Elder's eyes twinkled as he looked towards Li Yunya. If he remembered correctly, Zhao Feng and Li Yunya were together.
"Hmph, he is even weaker than me and dares to try the challenge of a hundred victories?"
Ye Moyu's fist clenched tightly. He felt humiliated.
"The first battle of the hundred-win challenge."
A Great Origin Core Realm judge said indifferently.
In the corner, Ye Moyu watched with a cold gaze. He wanted to witness for himself the defeat of this challenger before leaving.
“Zhe zhe, this brat is only at the early stages of the Little Origin Core Realm. It would be a miracle if he could survive more than four or five battles. ”
The discussion nearby was exactly as Ye Moyu thought.
On the stage, Zhao Feng smiled, "The glory of the hundred-win challenge I will take."
It's ridiculous!
Many onlookers rolled their eyes, and Ye Moyu's face twitched. Where did this boy get his confidence? It was so embarrassing for someone like him who had already lost.
"Hehe, brat, if you can't win ten battles, you won't even be able to win back the entrance fee."
Elder laughs.
Right at that moment, Zhao Feng faced his first opponent.
"Son, let this audience play with you."
A middle-aged man of the Small Origin Core Realm rubbed both of his palms as he appeared on the stage with a comical expression.
This middle-aged Little Origin Core Realm was a spectator who had reached the early stages of the Little Origin Core Realm, just like Zhao Feng.
The early stages of the hundred-win challenge usually consisted of spectators, and the officials were not very strict about things at this point. As long as one did not win fifty fights, they would not attract the attention of the officials.
"The beginning."
The judge waved his hand.
The middle-aged ruler laughed and threw a simple fist towards Zhao Feng, and it caused Heaven Earth Yuan Qi to howl.
If this fist were thrown onto a continent, it would be able to destroy a mountain, but this was the Void Ocean Arena; attacks of every kind were restricted.
Bam!
The middle-aged Sovereign's attack missed, and his body froze as he was sent flying.
"What the hell is going on?"
The middle-aged Sovereign saw nothing before he was expelled from the arena.
Plash!
The middle-aged Sovereign spat out a mouthful of blood after landing on the ground.
The arena instantly became silent, and the smiles of ridicule on the expressions of the spectators froze.
Hu~~
Zhao Feng gently blew the air in his fist as he landed on the ground.
“Ending just like that? What speed!”
Many of the audience eventually returned to the real world. Most of them could not even see how Zhao Feng moved, and the heart of the red-robed Elder surged. It seemed like this new challenger had already advanced ferociously.
Thinking back to how Li Yunya seemed to be listening to this young man's orders, the heart of the red-robed Elder became slightly agitated.
In the middle of the esteemed audience stands:
“The punch earlier was pure physical strength. His body is like a giant beast.”
The Eternally Sealed Palace Lord muttered. As this was the challenge of a hundred victories, Zhao Fengs appearance attracted the attention of God, and he shocked many people.
"The second fight."
The judge waved his hand.
Whooshing sound!
Another spectator flew out.
The newcomer was a thin man whose aura was sharp, as if he had fought many battles. Although he was at the early stages of the Little Origin Core Realm as well, his strength was clearly stronger than that of a middle-aged Sovereign.
"Dominating the Flying Tiger Sky!"
The skinny male figure flashed as he became agile like a leopard and shot towards Zhao Feng at lightning speed.
It was obvious that this skinny man specialized in speed.
The explosion!
A loud explosion rang out between Zhao Feng and the skinny man.
Zhao Feng showed no signs of dodging as he brandished his fists.
As soon as the punch was thrown, a terrifying aura from an ancient ferocious beast seemed to emerge from Zhao Fengs body.
The skinny man felt unable to breathe.
The explosion!
Victory in one move.
The arena was filled with discussions.
Although Zhao Feng did not show any extraordinary strength, it was shocking to defeat others at the same cultivation with just one brutal move.
"This brat's body seems to contain the power of an ancient bloodline that might be close to the existence of the Ten Thousand Ancient Race."
Surprise appeared in the eyes of the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord. He felt that the aura of the bloodline within Zhao Feng was even purer than that of Ye Moyu.
"Third fight …"
Zhao Feng faced fight after fight.
Bam!
Another simple punch makes the opponent fly.
In the beginning, the fighters mainly consisted of the early stage Small Origin Core Realm and the middle stage Small Origin Core realm.
Three consecutive wins….
Zhao Fengs winning speed was much faster than Ye Moyu when Ye Moyu was at this stage.
“Quick speed and frightening strength. He easily destroyed those who were at the same cultivation. ”
Ye Moyu was a bit absentminded.
The speed that Zhao Feng displayed was even slightly faster than him when he did not use the strength of his bloodline. Furthermore, Zhao Feng was not only fast. His body and physical strength were also terrifying.
Seven consecutive wins…
Zhao Feng immediately faced his tenth battle.
"Let me fight."
A deep voice rang out, and the owner walked out of the officials area.
The newcomer was a young man in black and large complexion whose muscles seemed to be made of black iron which gave off a cold aura.
Bam!
The black-skinned and large man caused the arena to tremble as he landed on it. The strength he displayed was similar to a giant beast.
"That's it…. Iron Back Black King!”
Many onlookers exclaimed as they recognized his identity. The cultivation of the Iron Back Black King had reached the middle stage of the Little Origin Core Realm, and was nearing the final stage.
Furthermore, he was a body cultivator.
“Making the World!”
The Iron Back Black King was like a gigantic beast as he sent out fists and smashing punches forward.
"Bloodline technique and turn the body's power into a ghost image."
Zhao Feng revealed a strange expression. He finally met someone who was a little interesting at the tenth battle because the tenth battle was a tipping point.
If one could not win the tenth battle, they would not even be able to win back their entry fees.
"Destructive!"
Zhao Feng roared as his bones and blood released power that came from an ancient source.
Wu~
As soon as this fist was thrown, the roar of an ancient beast seemed to sound around Zhao Feng, and the fierce aura made even the Black King of the Iron Back unable to breathe.
“The strength of my bloodline and the aura of that boy..”.
The Heart of the Iron Back Black King trembled.
The crack!
The ghost image formed from his bloodline technique was destroyed by Zhao Fengs fist.
Whoa!
The Iron Back Black King immediately coughed out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying.
Ten wins in a row. Zhao Fengs face was not red and his heart was not beating rapidly. He did not use True Yuan at all or even the slightest bit of bloodline power.
With the use of the aura of the Ancient Dream Realm and the blood essence of the heart, its body and state of existence had changed dramatically. Currently, his state of existence had reached the limit of the Great Origin Core Realm, while the strength of his body was comparable to that of a beast of the same cultivation.
Moreover, Zhao Fengs body contained an ancient aura that suppressed the power of the bloodline.
"In addition to the bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Race, there is hardly any aura of another lineage that can suppress so many bloodlines."
A light flashed in the eyes of the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord as he muttered.
After winning the tenth battle, Zhao Feng continued to fight. After all, he had not even used a True Yuan yet.
Eleven consecutive wins .. twelve consecutive wins .. fifteen consecutive wins ….
Zhao Fengs winning record continued to rise, and all his opponents were sent flying with one fist while their bloodline strength was suppressed.
"Twenty consecutive victories."
The arena broke into a discussion. According to the rules of the hundred victory challenge, the challenger had the right to rest after winning ten battles every day, but Zhao Feng had won twenty times in a row.
What was even scarier was that his face was not even red or anything. He still had not used any True Yuan or bloodline power.
"He was definitely not a body cultivator, and he was only at the very slight initial stage of the Little Origin Core Realm, yet …"
Shock appeared in Ye Moyu's eyes. Twenty victories on the first day was what he had achieved. However, Ye Moyu was a bit tired after those twenty battles, so she did not continue to challenge.
Right now, Zhao Feng had yet to show strength that exceeded Ye Moyu, but this man had not even used True Yuan or bloodline power.
One could only use "unexpected" to describe it.
An hour later:
Bam!
Zhao Feng thrust out a faint purple fist that sent a late stage Small Origin Core Realm expert flying.
A hua!
The arena broke into chaos.
"Thirty consecutive victories."
The judge was a little surprised as he announced.
This young man had only used a little True Yuan in thirty battles. If this continued, he could definitely win a hundred fights in a row.
“Due to the lack of opponents, the challenge of a hundred victories today will stop.”
The red-robed elder waved his hand and stopped the challenge. Wistful expression. The strength of this brat was too great, so he needed to think of a plan for tomorrow.
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