Has the Ancient Clan run out of people

It wasn't just Zhao Bing who got excited.

Many people who had watched Zhao Bing's matches before were also ignited in this moment.

"Here it comes! The Chosen Scarface is about to use his ultimate move!"

"The signature laugh is out, the ultimate move's catchphrase has been said, the enemy will definitely be defeated in the next strike!"

"What's going on? What on earth are you guys talking about? Why don't I understand?"

"Ten years ago, in the last Martial Arts Tournament, with a single sentence 'Master, I have reached enlightenment,' every opponent he met was defeated!"

"It's time to show some real skills. Open your eyes wide, people of the Ancient Clan!"

...

At this moment.

Many people recalled the last Martial Arts Tournament held by Great Xia ten years ago.

That was also the most glorious era for the heroes of Great Xia.

The representatives of the Chosen Martial Arts Hall, Chen Feng's three disciples, swept the national championships across three cultivation levels.

Among them, the most dazzling one was The Chosen Scarface right before their eyes.

With his phrase "Master, I have reached enlightenment."

He had never disappointed anyone.

Immortal Capital.

Liu Weiwei subconsciously looked at Chen Feng and asked:

"Master, what did you make Junior Brother Zhao Bing realize this time?"

Chen Feng threw his hands up, looking just as confused.

"I suspect your junior brother's brain got damaged from being hacked at."

Su Yan chuckled on the side:

"Little Master is really biased!"

"Always giving special tutoring to the other disciples."

Kunlun City.

Jin Youxi watched the live broadcast on TV while eating cake with Yin Hu.

Wang Hao also stared blankly at the TV and said:

"This perverted martial arts fanatic, could he really be this freakish!"

"Just now I saw him answer a phone call, and he started acting weird."

"Did someone really make him reach enlightenment with just a single phone call!"

Yin Hu downed a cup of roasted grass jelly in one breath, then took the cake Wang Hao had cut.

Her eyes remained on the TV.

Having lived for nearly ten thousand years, it was the first time she felt life was so beautiful.

Compared to the bitter days in the White Tiger Abyss, she couldn't help but want to shed tears.

Tasting the cream cake made of resin and watching the match on the TV, she asked curiously:

"Are you saying this weakling scarface is my senior brother?"

Jin Youxi nodded with a smile:

"Apart from you and Junior Sister Weiwei, Junior Brother Zhao Bing is the most powerful."

Yin Hu watched with great interest, saying:

"I wonder if any of those old neighbors from the Ancient Clan still remember me."

Inside the Holy Capital Stadium.

The people of the Ancient Clan also noticed that the atmosphere at the scene was somewhat off.

Those foreigners who were completely lifeless just a moment ago suddenly seemed inexplicably excited.

On the arena.

The Ancient Clan expert also looked at Zhao Bing uncomfortably.

For some unknown reason.

He kept feeling a chill down his spine.

To suppress this trace of inexplicable fear, he chose to take the initiative to attack.

Intending to quickly finish off the man in front of him who brought him fear.

Zhao Bing revealed an excited smile.

But his blood-drenched face and hideous scars.

Made his smile look like that of a demon.

Looking at the incoming enemy, Zhao Bing raised his sword and charged forward.

Slashing out the palpitation in his heart.

The originally fast, accurate, and ruthless Thirteen Life-Snatching Swords.

Completely changed its appearance at this moment.

It was sweeping and unrestrained, forging ahead courageously, completely devoid of rules.

The two sides separated as soon as they clashed, yet they had already exchanged over a dozen moves.

The Ancient Clan expert said in disbelief:

"How could you suddenly become so strong!"

Zhao Bing did not answer his question.

Instead, he asked back:

"I just executed fourteen sword strikes. How many did you block?"

Fourteen strikes?

The Ancient Clan expert was stunned.

He clearly remembered it was thirteen strikes, and he had blocked all of them with the Sword-Breaking Stance.

The next moment.

He felt his chest being soaked by a stream of hot liquid.

A sense of powerlessness washed over his body.

He subconsciously looked down.

Only to see that his white shirt was already stained a deep red.

"How could it be..."

"When did you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Bing swung his sword again.

"Stop!"

Countless shouts rang out from the Ancient Clan.

However, it was to no avail.

They could only watch helplessly as another Ancient Clan member died before their eyes.

At the same time.

Chen Feng, far away in the Immortal Capital, received a long-absent system notification.

[Congratulations on achieving the Master Teacher achievement.]

[Sixth disciple awakens the Fourteen Life-Snatching Swords.]

[Rewarding Master with 400 Vitality points.]

[Rewarding Master with the Heaven and Man as One realm for the Fourteen Life-Snatching Swords.]

Chen Feng was dumbfounded.

"He really reached enlightenment?"

"What kind of comprehension is this?"

"This really puts me, his master, to shame."

Chen Feng had to admit that compared to these disciples of his.

He was quite a subpar master.

He relied entirely on his disciples to help him trigger his cheats.

The arena on the other side was already boiling with excitement.

"Holy shit! This The Chosen Scarface really didn't deceive me."

"Sure enough, he reached enlightenment, and you died!"

"The Ancient Clan has witnessed the power of Great Xia's martial arts fanatic now, right!"

"A penta-kill against the Ancient Clan, Brother Scar is awesome."

...

Compared to the boiling audience, the Ancient Clan's side was deathly silent.

Everyone's face looked extremely ugly.

However, Zhao Bing roared furiously once again:

"I remember the Ancient Clan still has many contestants!"

"Come on!"

This time, no one dared to step onto the arena to accept the challenge anymore.

The group of Grandmaster-level experts from the Ancient Clan had all been terrified by Zhao Bing's killing.

Those who went up to the arena earlier were already the cream of the crop among them.

Even those people had been killed.

If they went up again, what difference would it make from throwing their lives away.

Now, facing such a blatant slap in the face, they could only grit their teeth and clench their fists.

Gu Yang also did not expect this.

The Ancient Clan Tournament, which was originally envisioned to be infinitely glorious, ended up in such a state.

They were slapped in the face by a Grandmaster in front of the whole world.

And their Ancient Clan didn't even dare to do anything to him.

If these experts made a move.

Not only would the Ancient Clan lose all its face.

Those two hostages would also be killed, causing the Ancient Clan to lose two more members.

Gu Yang sighed.

Regretting that they hadn't established a rule prohibiting the killing of opponents.

Otherwise, today's situation would not have occurred.

Moreover, the act of killing other contestants was started by their Ancient Clan in the first place.

Now that Ancient Clan members were being killed, they could only swallow their broken teeth.

Just as the expressions of the Ancient Clan members were fluctuating.

Zhao Bing shouted again:

"Is there no one left in the Ancient Clan!"

At this moment, the contestants and audience present were all infected by Zhao Bing's imposing aura.

One by one, they followed suit and shouted loudly:

"Accept the challenge!"

"Accept the challenge!"

"Accept the challenge!"

...

A few hot-blooded Ancient Clan members could no longer endure it and wanted to go up to the arena to fight Zhao Bing to the death.

But they were stopped by a group of clan elders.

"If we can't beat him, we can't beat him. The worst that can happen is we give him the championship."

"Even if you charge up there, it will only make the Ancient Clan lose more face."

"Letting this person step on your corpses to become famous worldwide."

...

After waiting for over ten minutes.

Zhao Bing saw that no one dared to accept the challenge.

However, his gaze caught a glimpse of an acquaintance.

Ye Xing, who was watching the show from the audience seats.

Zhao Bing immediately pointed his sword at Ye Xing and shouted:

"Ye Xing! You traitor, do you dare to fight!"

The corners of Ye Xing's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a sinister smile.

He used his right hand to touch his missing left arm.

Deep resentment flashed in his eyes.

The scene of his Indestructible Golden Body being broken made it hard for him to sleep at night.

He absolutely never expected that the Indestructible Golden Body, which had such a high degree of compatibility with him, would actually have such a fatal flaw.

In his heart, he had already cursed Chen Feng countless times.

Hearing Zhao Bing's challenge at this moment.

A plan formed in Ye Xing's mind as he said:

"I'm missing an arm; I'm no match for you."

"If you are willing to sever your sword hand, I will fight you!"