Martial World's
Ch 1419 - Victory and Defeat
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The peng!
In the rubble rubble, Naqi crawled from the rubble. He had already been pounded into a form barely known by the Primordius Gate.
At this moment, all of Naqi's bone spikes had been shattered, his arms shattered, and the bone armor covering his body had been smashed into pieces. Even the blood-soaked white bones in his arms opened into the world. Half of his wings were cut off. He was completely in disarray as he dragged himself on the ground.
Only his outer appearance was monstrous and his stomach was even worse. His meridians broke out in countless areas, his organs, bones, and blood vessels broke everywhere.
"The Imperial Prince is defeated!"
“Prince of the Naqi Empire is known as an invincible person among his steps within the entire saint race. He was someone who would definitely step onto the path of True Divinity in the future, but he was defeated here by humans! ”
The saint martial artists who witnessed this battle were all dumbfounded. A deep feeling of shock and disbelief approached them. This is too unimaginable.
Here, legends are shattered and other legends have been formed.
The impression that Lin Ming left them was profound.
As for the human martial artists, especially the young elites, they all clenched their hands together, their faces filled with excitement. They could no longer hold back the cheers.
Lin Ming has won!
The second ranked martial artist of the Human First Martial Meeting had defeated the first place champion of the first Sacred Martial Meeting!
At this moment, at the center of the battlefield, Lin Ming was holding the Primordius Gate high above Naqi's head.
Naqi looked at Lin Ming. Her hair was disheveled and she looked like a wild animal. A gloomy light shone in his eyes. His killing intent was not dim at all.
Lin Ming sneered, “Still not going to admit defeat? Then I will beat you until you are sure! "
As Lin Ming spoke, he attacked once more. Towards the geniuses of the saint race, especially the incomparably arrogant ones like Naqi who would definitely become his enemy in the future, Lin Ming would not be the slightest bit of kind at all. If this Naqi would not admit defeat then Lin Ming would defeat him to pieces. And, leaving behind some permanent damage would be the best result!
At this moment, a cold voice sounded, "Stop!"
Woosh!
Black lines shone, shooting out like arrows towards Lin Ming!
Lin Ming was worried. He immediately raised the Primordius Gate to block this attack!
With a loud explosive sound, wild shock waves surged out. Lin Ming was not the one who had blocked this attack. Instead, the one who was blocking the black light was the gray-robed old man who was now standing in front of him. This old man had blocked the black light with a wall of true essence.
Hu!
The black light shattered, turning into pure astral essence.
Lin Ming stared at the broken black light from behind the gray-clothed old man. This black light, even if the gray-clothed old man did not block it for him, would still not take his life. However, it would make him fall apart, causing his blood vitality to fall and even causing him to receive heavy injuries.
“Thank you, Senior, for saving me. ”
Lin Ming had no idea who this gray-clothed old man was. He was likely a human supreme elder who witnessed the battle at Ash Blood Mountain from afar. His cultivation had reached the Empyrean half-step limit.
"No problem . "The old man gestured with his hand, faintly saying," To protect the valiant young elites of my race is my responsibility. I am the seventh direct disciple of the Skyrend Godlord. Young Hero Lin, nice to meet you. ”
In terms of rank, Lin Ming was countless times inferior to this Skyrend Godlord direct disciple. In terms of cultivation and strength, the difference between them was also difficult to measure. This gray-clothed old man was someone even more honorable and grander than a Great World King; he was truly a high-level humanitarian figure. But, because of Lin Ming's talent, this gray-clothed old man did not consider Lin Ming a junior at all. Instead, he vaguely spoke to her like a peer.
At this moment, the void distorted, turning hazy. On the side of the saint, a black-robed man slowly appeared. He was the one who attacked with the astral essence earlier. He did not intend to kill Lin Ming, only to make him suffer some trouble.
Looking at this black-robed man, the gray-clothed old man glared. He coldly said, "You're the one who just attacked?"
The black-robed old man coldly snorted. “So what if I do? The Imperial Prince of my holy race has been injured to such an extent and this child still wants to attack? Did he want to take Naqi's life as well? "
The eyes of the black-hatted old man flared as he looked at Lin Ming. He did not bother to hide the thick killing intent in his eyes. However, after high-level figures completed the negotiations, it was impossible for the powerful characters of the human and saint races to fight. Otherwise, in a situation like this today, it was likely that the action would trigger a major bloody event.
“So young yet so cruel. Your strength is worth it, but the reason you won against Naqi is because of some foreign object that caused Naqi to suffer losses. What does it mean to have your own ability to rely on foreign objects? "
The black-robed old man was naturally referring to the Primordius Gate. In his opinion, if Lin Ming did not summon the Primordius Gate in the end to defend against Naqi's wild dash, then Lin Ming would likely be struck by him and suffer severe injuries.
But, the result was that this unknown movement of Lin Ming had caused Naqi to be injured instead. That single exchange had become a turning point in the battle.
Lin Ming sneered, "Loss is loss and victory is victory. Is the mindset of the saints really weak? Every time you win, you have to become more and more arrogant but you cannot accept your own losses? "
"Hehe, to think you better try to teach me. However, I can't bother arguing with a junior like you. You've dug your own grave out of your arrogance and you only have a hundred more years to live. One hundred years from now, when you go to war with the Son of Luck, you will definitely die without a grave. Or maybe you won't even live until then! "
The man in black hat viciously smiled. He waved his hand, sending out a black light wrapped around Naqi, and Naqi was received into his residence. Then, the figure of the black-robed man blurred and he disappeared.
For a time, the only ones left at the center of the battlefield were Lin Ming and the gray-clothed old man.
The remaining saint martial artists were extremely frustrated. It felt as if someone was pressing down on his head.
Many of the battles that the saints had won before, even when summed together, were less important than the battles of Lin Ming and Naqi.
This was because this was a peak duel, a battle that symbolized the strongest martial artists of the saint race and the juniors of mankind. In the end, the saints are the losers. No matter what the reason was or how it happened, this vaguely proved that the juniors of the saint race were inferior to the juniors of the human race.
In addition, there was also an extremely mysterious Frost Dream from the side of a human that had yet to appear. Frost Dream was the first place champion of the First Martial Meeting of the heavenly Realm. His strength was at least equal to Lin Ming's.
As Lin Ming flew back from the battlefield, what awaited him was tens of thousands of excited and excited martial artists!
Nine years ago, when Lin Ming placed second in the First Martial Meeting of the heavenly Realm and struggled to tie up with Frost Dream, many people had cheered for him. However, their cheers were not as warm as today!
The First Martial Meeting was only a competition between the juniors of the human race, but this time it was a battle between humans and saints.
This was a battle to see the younger generation of the two weaker races!
Tens of thousands of martial artists cheered. There were also many people who took out long-distance sound transmission jade slips to send out this news excitedly. Many people were already using battle array disks to record the entire battle from start to finish.
After the news of this event was spread, it was destined to not only affect the younger generation, but also have a great influence on the old generation of martial artists.
Right now, humanity is too eager for a full victory. They need to boost their confidence and boost their morale!
In just ten days, the news that Lin Ming had defeated Imperial Prince Naqi had spread throughout the entire heavenly Realm!
When this news reached Atlas World and the Crimson Light World, the most excited were the many martial artists from the Ancient Phoenix Clan.
They were individuals who actually belonged to the same sect as Lin Ming. To be able to be considered as someone from the same sect was truly something to be proud of for the rest of their lives. In the future, when they received disciples, those disciples could even brag about this. They could boast that their teacher was in the same sect as Lin Ming, who had defeated the number one young elite of the saint race!
At this moment, in the void of the heavenly Realm, a ghost spirit ship floated in space. A tall young man grasped a cup of red wine as bright as fresh blood. As he savored this incredible wine, he watched the scene above the battle array disc. This was a recorded battle between Lin Ming and Naqi.
This tall young man was the Good Fortune Saint Son. He smiled all the way until the fight was over and then slowly put down his wine glass.
"His Highness Holy Son, this Lin Ming is a threat!" Next to the Son of Fortune Saint, a bewitching wheat-skinned woman filled the Good Fortune Saint Son wine cup. A small dagger was tied to her thigh and she was wearing a short leather cloth which was in stark contrast to her strong height and attractiveness . During the negotiations at Mount Potala, this woman had accompanied the Son of Fortune Saint.
"The threat? Hehe, if he was given a thousand years time then he might grow into such a character, but too bad for him, he wouldn't have such a chance. No need to pay attention to it. Let him jump for a few days. In my eyes, this was nothing more than a minor disagreement among the children. Other than getting a group of useless people excited for some time, it was meaningless at all in this battle! I already knew that they would fight and I did not care to pay attention to them at all, otherwise I would personally go to see them. ”
The dazzling young lady was perplexed as the Good Fortune Saint Son laughed. This was a battle between the genius geniuses of the saint race and the human race, a matter involving the honor and glory of both races, yet the Holy Fortune Son referred to it as enmity between children? This was a bit too much ... After all, Lin Ming and Naqi were likely to grow into True Immortals in the future. As for this battle, it might be related to their future growth. For anyone who won, it would greatly benefit their confidence and destiny.
Good Fortune Saint Son chuckled, “The potential of their future is endless, but alas, the war between humans and us saints will not wait for them to grow. There is no need to bother with them and I also have no free time. What will erupt in the future is a holy war involving the prosperity and decline of my holy race and mankind. How could this event be affected by the small battle between the children of the heavenly Transformation and Saint Transformation? Come on, we're going to the monster race! ”
"Monster race?" The charming woman was surprised. "Which monster?"
In the eyes of the woman, there were two different monster races. One was the monster race in the human heavenly Realm, and the other monster race was the one in Saint Saint Convocation Heaven.
Good Fortune Saint Son licked his lips, laughing as he said, "Of course this is the Divine Realm monster race. According to what I know, within the heavenly Realm, the relationship between monsters and humans is not good at all. Hehe, isn't the enemy of my enemy my friend? As a future Saint Sovereign, all I have to pay attention to is the situation during the start of our holy war, not the least bit of contention between the two juniors. The Good Fortune Saint Son waved his hand at the battle array disc that revolved on the table. “This kind of thing is just interesting to look at, even the worst is no need to panic. Do you understand?"
The voice of the Good Fortune Saint Son carried the aura of a superior being. The charming woman stiffened for a moment. Then, he slowly nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness Saint Son, I understand …"