Martial World's
Ch 1412 - Fighting
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The hundreds of thousands of feet tall Ash Blood Mountain was now in a state of chaos.
At the base of the mountain, human martial artists had set up several scattered residences. Over the past few days, Blacksalt's challenge to all of the young human elites had spread, stirring up heated discussions.
Even the other world outside the Bright Lustre Great World had heard of this. All the young human elites became furious.
It should be known that Blacksalt was not the first champion of the First Martial Meeting of the saints, but only ranked fifth. If a fifth rank martial artist could trample over the entire human race in such a cruel and cruel manner, then what face would humanity still have?
If the human geniuses were all defeated, this was the same as proving that humans were inferior to the saints. In this great calamity, they would not be able to play any role!
In the Bright Lustre Great World, there were always human martial artists nearby who were chasing from all directions, gathered here. The saints are the same. More and more saint martial artists came, wanting to see the proud and tall figure of Blacksalt when he brought up his challenge atop Ash Blood Mountain. They all became even more excited, sending out constant cheers!
“It's been three days. ”
In an open swamp at the base of Ash Blood Mountain, seven or eight human martial artists gathered together, drinking wine.
“The messy things are sad right now when people are blocking the door screaming. Unless Lin Ming or Frost Dream took action, no one would be able to defeat Blacksalt. They both had to be aware of such a gigantic matter, and if they knew but still had not come, then the morals of mankind would fall into the pit. ”
"It would be useless if Lin Ming came. Even if Lin Ming defeated Blacksalt, the saint race still had a stronger elite behind him, like Imperial Prince Naqi. If Lin Ming were to face Imperial Prince Naqi … "
When the martial artist spoke here, he calmed down. Third ranked junior human Hang Chi had fought against fifth ranked junior saint Blacksalt but still could not win. Following that logic, then if second rank human Lin Ming fought with first rank saint Naqi, the chances of winning were almost nonexistent!
If Lin Ming were to come, he would probably be beaten to the ground.
And if Lin Ming were to lose, then the hope that the humans had within him would be completely dimmed.
As some martial artists were discussing, no one noticed that not too far away from them, a young man dressed in black with a bamboo hat stood there. His arms were held near his chest, hugging a long spear. He casually leaned against the large tree, seemingly fusing into the surrounding environment so that no one could sense it.
This black-clothed youth was Lin Ming, who had finally managed to catch up to the Chaotic Blood Continent.
“I never thought that many things would happen in just a few days. Looks like Hang Chi is missing .. ”
Lin Ming stood up and started walking towards the distant ruins on top of Ash Blood Mountain.
As he moved, he shook the grass under his feet. Only then did some drinking human martial artists notice Lin Ming.
When they turned towards him, they could only see his back fading.
"That person ... when did he get here?"
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Bang out!
With a loud explosive ringing sound, a huge rock was crushed. The tall and dashing-faced human youth grabbed the sword as he stepped onto the battlefield.
"Blacksalt, I'll challenge you!"
"You?" Blacksalt sneered. “It looks like every dog or cat will crawl here. You are not worthy! "
"What did you say !?" The muscular youth grimaced. He was a nobody of his generation, but someone who had once also entered the final of the human First Martial Meeting. There was no hope for him to try to defeat Blacksalt, but his only desire was to leave a mark on Blacksalt's body or cut him down.
"Luqi, go and fight him. "Said Blacksalt to a woman dressed in red.
In these past days, many young elites of the saint race had also gathered here. This red-clothed woman was someone who ranked 29th in the First Martial Meeting of saints; her strength was no joke. He was even stronger than Hua Xuan, who had also reached the final of the human First Martial Meeting and was in the upper echelons of Empyrean descendants.
The woman in red jumped up. Without giving the young man the strength to speak, the full moon scythe in his hand cut his neck.
Race martial artists focused on cultivating their mortal bodies. Many of them were like Blacksalt with defensive abilities that had reached the limit. But now, this red-clothed woman in front of them was just the opposite. His mortal body was extremely soft and flexible, like a piece of moldable dough.
The muscular youth had never met such an opponent before and was instantly attacked. In just a few steps, he was defeated. This was simply the gulf of strength that existed between them. On one side was a top-tier Empyrean descendant, and on the other was someone who had just made it to the final of the human First Martial Meeting.
"Too weak! It was fine if Lin Ming and Frost Dream did not come, but did the other ten youths of the humanitarian rank also die? ”Luqi sneers. He turned around and directed his gaze towards the audience, arrogantly saying, "So, who's next?"
His voice was loud and clear.
In these three days, very few human martial artists took to the stage to fight. Those who were slightly stronger felt it was impossible to defeat Blacksalt, and those who were slightly weaker were instantly defeated by Blacksalt's followers.
Not many people would be willing to step on stage to fight if they knew the only outcome awaiting them was death.
The red-clothed woman just casually ridiculed the humans and did not expect that anyone would actually appear. But, he never imagined that after the muscular young man was beaten to death and had to be taken away, there would actually be someone else appearing on the stage.
This person was wearing black clothes and carrying a spear. His figure was slender and straight, as if he himself was a long spear, giving off a sharp and arrogant feeling.
The woman in red clothes chuckled. "Thinking that there is someone who wants to die. Since that is the case, then let me help you! ”
The woman in red clothes raised her scythe blade and slashed!
This guy is …
Blacksalt grows in wild and dangerous forests from childhood. He could metamorphose into a savage beast and he also had the natural intuition of a beast. Although this black-clothed youth was casually standing there, not looking special at all, Blacksalt could actually feel a terrifying aura coming out from his body.
"Russia …"
Blacksalt wanted to warn him, but at this moment the black-clothed youth moved. His figure accelerated to an extreme speed and the red spear in his hand pushed out!
Above the tip of the spear, the power of thunder and fire fused together, sending out a brilliant heavenly light!
With the thrust of this spear, void collapsed, thunder and fire howled, and the light of the flaming spear shot forth like a red and purple flood dragon, roaring into the sky!
Bang out!
Bang out!
With a loud popping sound, the shining light burst forth, blinding the eyes. Luqi bellowed dejectedly as all of his protective astral essence burst into pieces. He vomited a mouthful of blood and was sent tumbling a thousand feet.
Blacksalt's figure flashed and he instantly appeared in the sky and caught Luqi. He immediately turned his head to look at the black-clothed youth, his eyes cold.
This sudden change surprised everyone. Whether it was a human or a saint, no one could answer. No one expected for this sudden reversal to happen. This red-clothed woman was a descendant of the upper Empyrean, but she was instantly defeated. This difference is not small at all!
If one could reach this point, that person could only be the top six characters of the human First Martial Meeting!
In other words, this young man on the stage was someone who was in the top six of the human First Martial Meeting, let alone his weapon was a spear. If so, this person's identity was already famous!
"You are Lin Ming !?"
The Blacksalt disciple shrank as he suddenly realized Lin Ming's status.
"Yes, right . Are you not looking for me? "
Lin Ming took off his bamboo hat and faintly smiled. After nearly four years of closed-door seclusion, this was his first fight. His entire body was filled with a supported force that he wanted to unleash.
"Lin Ming !? You really are Lin Ming !? ”
Of the human martial artists present, only a few of them had seen Lin Ming before. But after looking at it, their expressions immediately turned to excited people.
Now that the Blacksalt saint race had defeated Hang Chi, the only juniors of the human race capable of contending with him were Lin Ming and Frost Dream.
Braying Blacksalt had continued for far too long. The humans present wished that they could run up to him and bite off a piece of his body. Now that someone had finally stood up and was willing to fight him, how could the young elites of humanity not be excited?
The mentality of martial artists was a hundred times stronger than that of humans. They can endure tremendous physical pain, they can withstand cultivation in loneliness, and they can even withstand the multi-factional plots that occur in the mystic realm. But, when it came to defending the glory and dignity of their own race, their strength was far from what was imagined.
After being pressed for so long, even they felt uncomfortable.
As for Lin Ming, he was a legend in the eyes of many young human elites. Most of them already knew the story of Lin Ming, that he had ascended from a lower realm, a martial artist of common stock. For him to arrive at this level was already a miracle miracle.
Now, Lin Ming had stood up to face the saints. From here on out, the legend will end or rise to greater heights!
As for what was likely to happen, no one could predict that.
Many people believed that it should not be difficult for Lin Ming to defeat Blacksalt. After all, he was the second rank martial artist of the human First Martial Meeting. If he could not defeat the fifth rank martial artists of the Holy First Martial Meeting, then the human race would really lose. Thus, not only would Lin Ming win this battle, he had to win this battle.
But after Blacksalt lost, who else would enter that stage? If it was Imperial Prince Naqi, could Lin Ming still win?
Ever since the battle at the peak of Ash Blood Mountain had begun, Naqi had yet to make a public appearance. His name conjures a widespread fear in the minds of the young elites of humans; this mysterious and powerful character exerts too much pressure.
Blacksalt flew down from the sky. After taking down Luqi, he stepped in front of Lin Ming.
As he looked at Lin Ming, a cruel and happy smile crossed his face.
“You really dare to come! You human martial artists are actually quite brave. In these days, there were some people who still went on stage to be tortured, even though they knew they would lose! ”
"From your words, do you think people like you can abuse me?" Lin Ming slowly turned the tip of his spear towards Blacksalt.
"Heh, I may not be able to destroy you, but the person who can already be nearby. As for me, even I can peel your skin. It is still unknown who will win this battle! ”
As Blacksalt spoke, the muscles all over his body let out a crackling sound of explosions. His aura rose rapidly as he grew bigger and taller. A terrifying bone nail grew from his back and a thick tail extended onto the floor.
Pa!
With a random swing from that tail, the rock of Ash Blood Mountain that was as hard as heavenly iron instantly turned into powder.
Facing Lin Ming, Blacksalt was no longer arrogant. He immediately used the metamorphosis of his body from the very beginning.
Lin Ming had some understanding of the saint race. Although he knew they had the ability to undergo a body metamorphosis, this was the first time he had seen her.
“Let me warn you, when I change my body, my strength and speed will triple. I've heard that you also learned body transformation techniques. Now, allow me to let you experience what the true power of body transformation looks like! "