Wolf Fang Lin Chen

Ma Duoke's hair was disheveled, sweat beading on his swarthy face.

Drip!

Blood dripped from his knuckles.

His fist bones were shattered, his arms hanging limply.

Yet, Ma Duoke's eyes remained resolute, flashing with a beast-like ferocity.

On Mo Jiu's black great axe, a patch of dark red bloodstain stood as a testament to his handiwork.

The crowd, seeing Ma Duoke's fierce and unwilling gaze, was deeply shaken.

They felt a stirring in their hearts, an indescribable sensation.

This guy...

is such a blockhead!!

Why did he have to punch the axe head?!

Mo Jiu, holding his heavy axe, looked at Ma Duoke and slowly walked over.

"What's your name?"

Ma Duoke gritted his teeth and asked, knowing he was no match for Mo Jiu, but he did not retreat.

"Shadow Axe, Mo Jiu!"

As he spoke, the axe in Mo Jiu's hand transformed into a streak of black light, sweeping out!

A spray of blood blossomed!

Covered in blood, Ma Duoke fell to the ground, his eyes dim, his chest heaving violently, his fate unknown.

"Group two, winner, Mo Jiu!"

Xu Kang said indifferently.

Murong Qinghong nodded slightly, clearly acknowledging Mo Jiu's strength.

Thus, the four finalists were determined.

An Yi, Mo Jiu, Heixi, and Gu Changfeng, who had muddled his way through.

"The draw continues!" Xu Kang said plainly.

An Yi raised an eyebrow.

Is this woman so impatient? It just ended, and she wants to fight again already!

Soon, the draw results were out.

An Yi versus Mo Jiu, Gu Changfeng versus Hei Geng.

Murong Qinghong looked at the draw results handed to her by a subordinate and frowned slightly.

To be honest, Heixi's strength was considerable; Gu Changfeng was no match for him. With this matchup, Heixi would definitely reach the finals.

That was absolutely not what she wanted to see.

That minotaur, and this ugly creature called Heixi.

Whichever one made it to the finals was unacceptable to her.

That would truly be lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own foot!

Murong Qinghong narrowed her phoenix eyes. She absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen.

"Protector Xu, it's about time. Please invite that gentleman out," Murong Qinghong said solemnly.

She had originally hoped to widely recruit talented young heroes from the immortal sects and select the strongest warrior. It seemed she was disappointed.

"That guy called Heixi feels incredibly strong," Gu Changfeng said through gritted teeth.

Hei Geng seemed to sense it and cast a provocative glance at Gu Changfeng.

A mere whelp at the mid-stage of the Void Realm isn't even qualified to face me!

Suddenly, Gu Changfeng sensed something—a wave of cold intent assaulted him.

He felt a chill run down his spine, his entire body freezing, unable to move.

At that moment, An Yi patted him on the back.

Only then did Gu Changfeng recover, his face pale, gasping for breath, a sheen of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

That man called Heixi was terrifyingly strong.

They were completely not on the same level!

"Don't push yourself. Surrender directly, or you'll die!" An Yi said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Gu Changfeng nodded slightly.

Because he clearly knew An Yi was right!

"Boss, be careful with that Mo Jiu!" Gu Changfeng said with some worry.

An Yi chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, I only need three sentences to make him surrender."

Gu Changfeng raised an eyebrow slightly.

The boss is as unreliable as ever!

He once said he made a woman spend fifty million on him with just three sentences!

An Yi stepped onto the arena first. Mo Jiu was already waiting, holding his great axe.

"Minotaur Chen?" Mo Jiu asked gravely.

The name of the burly minotaur opposite him made him uneasy.

"Indeed. I presume you are Mo Jiu?" An Yi said with a light laugh, uttering a statement of the obvious.

Hearing An Yi's voice, Mo Jiu's body shuddered. He looked at the minotaur opposite him in disbelief.

This voice... it's the Boss!

"You..."

Mo Jiu's eyes reddened, his voice becoming choked.

Imprisoned in the dungeon, he had thought he would be locked up for life like that simple-minded old brother next door.

He never imagined he would encounter the Boss here!

"Let's fight!"

An Yi lifted his heavy sword and charged forward.

Mo Jiu was momentarily stunned. Reacting, he hastily raised his axe to meet the attack.

Heavy sword and black axe collided! Sparks flew!

"Boss, the Deputy Sect Master has been controlled by that woman," Mo Jiu said gravely.

Hearing this, An Yi's eyes instantly turned icy.

Qian Qian is in danger!!

Meanwhile, on the other arena, group two.

Facing the menacing Hei Geng, Gu Changfeng decisively raised his hand, "I surrender!"

Xu Kang had anticipated Gu Changfeng's move. He said indifferently, "Gu Changfeng, surrendering without a fight disqualifies you from the competition!"

In this marriage contest, all who reached the final four would receive rewards from the Heavenly Palace.

Disqualification naturally meant receiving nothing.

Gu Changfeng raised an eyebrow slightly, "Why wasn't this mentioned before?"

Hei Geng said with a laugh, "I can pretend I didn't hear that. Let's continue."

Gu Changfeng slowly walked off the arena, head lowered, teeth clenched, fists tight, face dark, saying nothing.

As the young master of the Tianxuan Sect, he had always been proud and arrogant.

Surrendering without a fight was more painful to him than death!

Of course, if it really meant killing him, surrendering was more comfortable.

Hei Geng looked at Xu Kang and said leisurely, "Old man, that brat has already surrendered. Why aren't you announcing the result?"

Xu Kang smiled faintly, "Patience!"

"I'm here."

A cold voice rang out.

The newcomer was a tall, slender youth with handsome features, his face like eternal ice, devoid of any emotion.

On the other side, An Yi and Mo Jiu, who were pretending to fight, both froze.

Why is this guy here?!

Hei Geng's expression became solemn. He asked gravely, "And who might you be?"

The youth drew the black T-shaped rod from his waist and said coldly, "Wolf Fang, Lin Chen!"

On the high platform, Murong Qinghong's lips curled into a slight smile.

Compared to the minotaur and Heixi, Lin Chen's appearance was truly a feast for the eyes.

"Kid, be careful, especially that minotaur on the other arena. His strength is terrifying."

The jade pendant buzzed and glowed, the voice emerging again.

Lin Chen glanced at An Yi on the other arena and said flatly, "It's fine. I'm with that idiot."

Seeing Lin Chen step onto the arena, Hei Geng's gaze was unprecedentedly grave.

The deterrent power emanating from the person before him was extremely terrifying.

It was hard to imagine how a young fellow in his twenties in this world could possess such a powerful aura!

Gu Changfeng, who had just left the arena, was also stunned.

The boss seemed to have transformed into this appearance before...

"Make your move!"

Lin Chen said quietly, terrifying wind spiritual power gathering around him.

Hei Geng laughed, a golden light enveloping his body, "As you wish!"

Crack!

The ground beneath Hei Geng's feet fractured!

He took a step and charged forward, his fist coated as if in gold, throwing a sudden punch!

The powerful aura of metal spiritual power whipped up golden gusts across the training ground, leaving slashing marks on the ground!

Xu Kang retreated slightly, raising a hand to block the tearing force of the metal spiritual power.

His black hair lifted, but Lin Chen's gaze remained frighteningly calm!

He opened his hand.

An invisible wind shield appeared, blocking the terrifying tearing force of the incoming metal spiritual power.

At that moment, Hei Geng let out a shout, his fist already shooting towards Lin Chen's face.

The black rod traced an arc through the air, striking his fist.

Hei Geng retreated two steps, barely coming to a halt.

But Lin Chen did not move in the slightest.

Noticing this scene, Murong Qinghong's face flushed slightly, and her breathing grew rapid.

This handsome young man was even stronger than she had imagined!

Perhaps, he was the answer she had been searching for!