Commanding Wind and Cloud

Li Ba looked at the back of Jin Jin walking outside the door and shook his head lightly. If this young man had awakened the bloodline warrior of the Elf King's bloodline, he must have reached the ultimate awakening by now, and he might really become the strongest warrior among all the ultimate bloodline warriors!

Invincible self-confidence, star-like courage, it's a pity... Li Ba gently shook his head and sighed, without the awakening of this young man's blood, who is the real strongest fighter has become a real unknown.

Pan Hongji put his chin on his hand and looked at Mo Jin with a smile on his face. It was always an ordinary soldier who challenged a bloodline warrior. This was the first time that an ordinary warrior said to a bloodline warrior who was most likely to be the ultimate awakened bloodline warrior, I will wait for you to challenge.

The top 16 of the Rookie King Conference was held much later than usual, and people immediately flocked into this most exciting venue after lunch.

The style of nine suns, the wind is not second, Pan Mengshen, Sleeping Lion King, Nameless, Qian Wuqing, Burning Song, Barbarian Prince Peterlit, Tie Ge Fighting Soul, Mountains and Rivers, Isazel!

Due to Bi Luo's abstention, Pan Meng entered the top sixteen as a substitute.

The twelve strongest fighters of the younger generation who had reached the top 16 each had a huge banner erected high on the periphery of the ring, and there were four other flags that seemed to have been moved intentionally. They stood quietly in the middle of the twelve flags, like a king enshrined by his courtiers.

No stars! Jiuyang Fenghua! Li Dongfeng!

The three families of ultimate bloodline fighters, the ones most likely to be finally awakened, were placed in a relatively central position, and in the most central position, there was an obviously more attention-grabbing flag: motivation!

Over 200,000 viewers were overwhelmed when they saw this scene. How long ago? Ordinary fighters, not to mention the top 16, even entering the top 100 are just dreams.

now! Among the top sixteen, there are four people! The four are ordinary fighters! Nearly 30% of the quota! This is no longer a miracle that can be described by the word, nor can it be described as creating history, it is completely destroying history and subverting history!

The most important thing is the rule that only three flags are placed at the center of the Rookie King Competition. Because of the emergence of energy, there are four sides, and the energy side is obviously more eye-catching than the other three sides, just like the three flags are the king, and the energy is the emperor!

Over time, people started appearing under the banner with the name on it.

Thunder Dragon Li appeared under Li Dongfeng's temperament. The three-headed golden dragon flag fluttered in the wind and made a crackling sound, just like the snorting sound of a dragon waking up from a deep sleep.

Qian Wuxingchen sat quietly under the battle flag of the blood of the Elf King, no one could tell what he was thinking from his supercilious face.

Jiuyang Fenghua is wearing a set of tacky golden armor, which is an extremely tacky golden suit of armor. If he wears it on someone else, he might be mistaken for an upstart bumpkin who came from some countryside to show off his wealth.

The same tacky golden suit of armor, worn on Jiuyang Fenghua's body, made her a bit more heroic, standing there casually, like a female war goddess descending from the stars!

Duanfengbuer sat on the ground and looked at the flags of the three ultimate bloodlines with a displeased face: "Damn it! Why? I can fight well too, right? Why should they have a better position than mine? After fighting with me, can you place the flag again?"

Pan Mengshen looked at the three flags quietly, with an indescribable confidence in his lips: "I hope I can play against one of them in today's lottery match. Then, one of the three flags today will be broken, and I will replace it with Pan Mengshen's temperament."

"I also want to fold one side!" Pan Mengcheng's strength soared after entering the True Sage, and his confidence also soared.

"Fold one side? Then what?" Duan Fengbuer rolled his eyelids and looked at Pan Mengcheng with an excited face.

"Then..." Pan Mengcheng saw the displeased Duanfengbuer and said hastily: "Send the boss's flag to that location. You don't need the boss to fight them yourself."

People around looked at Pan Mengcheng in surprise, what's the matter with this kid? Facing the successors of the three ultimate bloodline fighters, he is not afraid, but has such an attitude towards Duan Fengbuer.

Pan Mengcheng felt everyone's questioning eyes, scratched his head with a smile, and showed a sincere smile on his face: "You don't understand, if there is no Boss, it is a question of whether I can become a saint now, let alone the strength of a true saint. Boss will always be my boss, and this will not change! Besides, Boss may break through at any time. If he breaks through and enters the realm of true saints, he can easily defeat me. You don't understand, you won't understand."

Pan Mengcheng no longer cared about the eyes of others, but concentrated on staring at the two ordinary soldiers not far away, Shanchuan and Wuming.

In the past few days, Pan Mengcheng had heard a lot of rumors about the fighting spirit of mountains and rivers. Ever since he knew that Qi Jin was the successor of fighting spirit of Fengyun, he knew that he was full of interest in the successors of fighting spirit of mountains and rivers. Moreover, the descendant of the mountain and river fighting spirit seems to be at least thirty years old, and he is very mature.

And that nameless! Pan Mengcheng is even more curious, because this person is full of doubts about his motivation, and he can't even see the depth and origin of his strength, how can people not be confused?

The Sleeping Lion King was still sleeping, and even when he entered the surrounding area of ​​the ring, he entered here in a state of sleepwalking. Among the people who fought all the way to the top sixteen, he was the only one who had not used the power to become a saint, but no one would think that this sleeping lion king was a saint.

Jiuyang Fengcai looked at Duanfengbuer with resentment on his face. This Hydra blood warrior killed his younger brother directly on the first day of the rookie king contest. This kind of hatred has never been forgotten these days. When he meets him, he must behead him to avenge his younger brother.

Isacel stood listlessly under the banner. As the youngest contestant, although she was definitely the strongest blood warrior among her peers, and no one could stand against her, but when facing the other fifteen young strong men, her weakness of being underage and accumulated was exposed.

"Boy, take it easy and fight, isn't it great?" Duan Fengbuer turned his head to look at Isacel: "It should be fun to fight against strong players. As for the ranking, do you think that when you reach their age, you will be weaker than them?"

Isacel's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Duanfeng Buer seriously: "Boss Buer is right."

"That's it, let go of the fight, you are still young and have an infinite future." Duanfeng Buer simply lay down under his own flag, full of laziness: "The future must belong to us."

Peter Lit looked around vigilantly. Apart from being younger than Shanchuan, he was much older than anyone here, but his strength was not much higher than them. He thought that except for the three ultimate bloodline fighters, no one could be his opponent, but he never expected that the newcomer Wang Shiliuqiang of this year's Zhence Dynasty would be so powerful.

Tie Ge Zhanhun's eyes are the most complicated when he looks at motivation. When we were in the academy that day, everyone was a first-year freshman, and he had already been ranked in the top ten of the academy's hundred battles list.

Now... holy! It may also be the strongest true saint of the younger generation! Tie Ge Zhanhun feels like he is dreaming, and it is a very absurd dream. This person who once wanted to be a subordinate under his command is now stronger than himself, the top ten blood warriors.

Sitting on the throne that belonged to him, he closed his eyes and continued to meditate on his fusion fighting skills, the beginning and the end.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and suddenly a thick bell echoed over the entire arena, and even the entire city of God, and the soldiers waiting under the banner were shocked at the same time!

At this moment, Gan Wuqing also appeared under his banner.

I haven't seen him for many days, but the aura on Gan Wuqing's body makes it even more difficult to figure out his current level. What is even more difficult to figure out is his appearance. He is full of calmness and confidence from the beginning to the end. He also maintains a faint smile when facing the sight of Qiang.

"I dare to show up, of course I have my trump card! If you have the ability, come and kill me!"

Qin Jin frowned slightly listening to Gan Wuqing's low-pitched self-talk, thinking about what cards this undead had, and dared to appear here.

Now, it is not just one person who wants to kill Gan Wuqing, even the Snake Emperor and Li Ba have already decided that as long as Gan Wuqing dares to appear, they will kill him regardless of any consequences.

However, when Qian Wuqing really appeared and stood under the banner so calmly, people had endless doubts. How did he dare to appear?

Gan Wuqing is not an idiot! On the contrary, he is extremely smart! Thief Treasure Night ambushed Qian Jin and cast a special seal to add another layer of power seal to Qian Jin. Unfortunately, after Qian Jin went to Akenash, he already knew how to unlock this seal. He didn't unlock it, but just wanted to add another seal to make himself work hard to strengthen his strength.

In the rookie king competition, kill all the opponents in the group, so that you can advance ahead of time and don't need to appear here again, avoiding more dangers.

Send a substitute to appear, the substitute is killed and then send a substitute to prove that he is still alive.

All of these are carried out closely one after another, always grasping a sense of opportunity to gain the upper hand.

Qian Jin had never encountered such an opponent before, and he couldn't figure out what card this undead had in his hand for a while.

Father? Gan Jin looked at Gan Cheng who was sitting next to the Snake Emperor Panhong's fuselage on the high platform. Ever since Gan Jin entered the realm of true sage, Gan Cheng has almost been at the point where no one dares to provoke him in the Gan family, the groom? That was still his current job, but no matter who went to Gan's house, they would immediately step forward to greet this energetic father.

People who have stepped on Qiancheng before often directly find Qiancheng to admit their mistakes and apologize. The Ganjia feel that putting Qiancheng outside the door as a groom, every second may be slapping Ganjia's face.

When Pan Hongji sent someone to pick up Gan Cheng, Gan Zhanxuan did not express his overbearing for the first time, but acquiesced that Gan Cheng was picked up by Pan Hongji.

"Motivation, I have entered the True Sage, and my subordinates have enough power to help my Zhence Dynasty destroy countless demons. It is okay to give Qiancheng as a gift. In my opinion, Gan Zhanxuan, as long as I can kill the demons, even if I want to die? Let alone a mere Gancheng? I have never been afraid of motivation, let alone his so-called power, but since he can contribute to the extermination of demons, then he should assume the obligation of being a soldier."

Gan Wuxingchen opened his eyes and thought of Gan Zhanxuan's words at that time, his face couldn't help revealing a bit of anger, this patriarch is too brainy, and I, Gan Wuxingchen, are enough to kill the demons! The domineering Gan Zhanxuan is no longer domineering enough, so let me awaken the ultimate blood power to replace the old patriarch who has lost his arrogance, and lead the Gan family into a more prosperous and invincible era!

"This time, the rookie Wang Shiliuqiang no longer uses the match list of the winning team to arrange opponents like in the past!" Baolong Zhence announced the new game rules loudly: "This time, the lottery system is adopted, and two players are drawn each time to fight! The losing team's numbered balls are eliminated, and the winning team is thrown into the number box again for mixed drawing! That is to say, if someone is unlucky and may win the first game, they must immediately play the second or even the third game."

"Energetic! Play 15 consecutive victories and come out to show the teacher!"

Among the VIP seats in the auditorium, Rodriguez yelled loudly at the first time under the amplification magic cast by Biluo, and the sound spread throughout the arena.

200,000 people looked at Momentum in a daze at the same time, fifteen consecutive victories? If you get motivated in the first game, then if you win all the games, you will really create a top record of 15 consecutive victories!

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and nearly 200,000 ordinary people erupted, shouting loudly and neatly together: "Motivate! Motivate! Fifteen consecutive victories! Fifteen consecutive victories!"

The shouts of 200,000 people formed a huge wave of momentum, and the other blood warriors suddenly felt an invisible pressure on them. Even the 200,000 ordinary people, this number is really amazing, plus their enthusiasm...

Sitting on the throne that belonged to him, he slowly raised his arms, and suddenly grasped the palm with his five outstretched fingers, making an ear-exploding crisp sound!

In an instant, all the fifteen contestants felt the same feeling at the same time. The shouts and roars of the two hundred thousand people, and the aura of the two hundred thousand people were all held in their hands with vigor and gathered in their bodies!

There is always a special feeling of facing 200,000 people at the same time when facing the momentum.

The trend is shaped!

The older generation of powerhouses in the auditorium saw the momentary performance of energy, and their bodies shook at the same time. This energy is no longer the powerhouse of the younger generation, but a powerhouse who has truly stepped into the strongest class. No one will see him as a fighter of the younger generation. He has already shaped his own general trend with this conference.

Every top powerhouse has his own potential!

Qian Zhanxuan is domineering, Li Ba is deep, Pan Hongji is deceitful, and the Great Demon King is invincible!

Motivated momentum, control the stars!

Every veteran strongman feels the momentum created by the drive, and is full of surprises. The momentum is the most difficult key step to complete, and controlling the stars? This idea has been thought about by almost every strong man when he is shaping his momentum.

But the stars look down on the common people from high above, and no one has ever been able to control them. The fate of everyone seems to be controlled by the stars. No matter how strong you are, you can only bow your head in front of the stars.

What kind of heart do you need to control the stars? Quite a few powerhouses frowned, thinking that if they were to fight to the death with Qi Jin at this time, what chance would they have of winning?

Enthusiasm VS Peterlett!

When the first group of battle draw signatures appeared, the people in the auditorium were boiling again, sure enough! The first battle was really motivated!

These days, the number of aggressive shots is too small, and every opponent is not strong enough, not even one opponent can block his finger. While people admire his strength, they always feel that the battle is a bit boring, and they look forward to someone who can let him make a few more shots.

Top 16! Petrett!

The royal family of the barbarians, warriors of Beamon blood! Now thirty-five years old, Bitterite in the stage of a real saint, not only is he in the Beamon state after awakening, but also the golden Beamon King who is rumored to appear once every 100,000 years in the Beamon clan!

It is rumored that if anyone in the Behemoth family can break through the true sage stage of Tianji awakening and enter the ultimate invincible awakening, it must be a bloodline warrior in the state of the Golden Behemoth King.

This is a prophecy and a folk rumor. It has been circulated by the barbarians for many years, and even many barbarians think it is just a legend that will never come true. On the day when Petritt entered the real saint, he really showed the state of the golden Beamon king.

At the moment when he reached this state, Petritt knew that he might have supreme glory in the future, and with great excitement, he came to this rookie king contest and planned to sweep away all the bloodline fighters of the Zhence Dynasty, but he didn't expect to meet the energy, this powerful ordinary fighter.

Peterlett maintained the demeanor of a prince and slowly walked onto the ring. The warrior uniform covering his body was completely shattered and scattered under the expansion of fighting spirit, revealing a body of extremely strong muscles. He has not yet opened his bloodline and his chest is full of yellow-orange gold, which reminds people of the rumored Golden Beamon King at a glance.

Hammer in hand! Petritt didn't dare to be careless in the face of his enthusiasm. He held the warhammer sacred artifact inherited from the Beamon family in his hand, a pair of sacred artifact breastplates were buckled on his body, and even his feet were a pair of sacred artifact boots.

Hallows set! Everyone was shocked when they saw Beatlett. This time the barbarians were really bloody. Originally participating in the Rookie King Contest, they even took out one of their only two holy weapon suits, [Rough Power].

Boom!

The heavy metal throne fell from the sky, hitting the ground of the ring with a muffled sound, and at the same time it seemed to hit the souls of 200,000 spectators, making everyone extremely energetic.

Sitting on the tall metal throne, Jin Jin looked at Peterlit, the prince of the Beamon clan opposite him: "Let me stand up, and you win."

Simple words!

These days, Ke Jin must say a word every time he sits on the throne of the ring, let me stand up and you will win.

This is a sentence that makes many people feel extremely uncomfortable. It can be called a sentence that is arrogant to the limit. It is said every time, but no one is able to let the enthusiasm leave the seat every time.

Not to mention letting him go, no one can even make him use his second arm.

This sentence again! Petrit frowned. Although he didn't take many shots these days, he could hear him say this sentence every time he participated in the battle. Every time he heard it, there was a kind of... a kind of... pressure!

That's right! The first time I heard it was very harsh, but every time I heard it later, it became a kind of pressure. It was a kind of momentum, which was suppressed when I was facing my father when I was a child, and now it has been revived in the vigorous body!

Now, this moment!

Petritt had never felt such an overwhelming momentum! Compared with before, it is much more overwhelming.

Could it be that this is the sense of oppression that can only be felt when faced with real drive?

Mo Jin sat like that, quietly and peacefully, with his right hand raised slightly, with the elbow as the support point, the five fingers of the palm slightly bent, the index finger just touching his temple, and the thumb resting on the position near his chin, as if the devil felt bored and boring when he was waiting for a brave man to challenge him.

The 200,000 people felt at the same time that Peter Litt, who had just appeared on the stage before, was a brave man who challenged the Great Demon King. When the Great Demon King really appeared in front of this brave man...

The brave man's self-confidence collapsed without a trace in an instant, and the power of the brave man completely disappeared in an instant.

Before the two sides started fighting, people could feel that the mighty brave was so vulnerable in front of the big devil.

"I'm afraid it only takes one blow?"

"Yeah, I think it might just be the material for one blow."

"The Beamon family is really fragile. The strongest blood warrior of the younger generation, who looks at least ten years older than his energy, can only withstand one blow..."

"Whether it can block the next blow is still a question."

The whispers of the 200,000 people mixed together, like noisy flies flying around, but Petritt could still hear the conversations of those people clearly.

An indescribable humiliation quickly spread in Petritt's body.

"I, Peterlit, only exist in the state of the bloodline of the golden Behemoth King that only existed in the rumors. I will finally awaken and stand on the highest apex of the mainland!"

"I, Peter Lit, will lead the barbarians to unprecedented glory."

"How could I, Petrett, lose to an ordinary person?"

"Sleeping bloodline strength fighting body! Wake up! Rough strength sacred weapon set, lend me your strength! Today will be the first real step for me, Petritt, to achieve glory! My glory will completely cover up the sun's rays!"

Peterlett roared one after another, completely smashing and suppressing the whispers of two hundred thousand people. His strong body rapidly grew bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger again, growing layers of golden hair.

Under the sun, the golden hairs seem to be really made of gold threads, and each hair is full of gold needles. If an ordinary person touches it lightly, it may be pierced.

The three-and-a-half-meter-tall golden Behemoth King Petrit looked down at Kung Fu, taking advantage of his body, and with a ferocious look like a beast, he was able to resist the momentum of Khim and would not feel suppressed. The huge warhammer was full of fighting spirit, and it shone with dazzling light. He turned into a god in charge of the sun.

powerful! All the young fighters standing below the ring raised their spirits and looked at Peter Litt on the ring. Driven by the three holy artifacts, this barbarian blood warrior was stronger than anyone imagined.

A strong man at the peak of the Real Saint doesn't have much ability to fight against Peterlit.

Just the last line is the real saint!

Everyone can feel that the current Peter Litt is a true saint, just one step away from entering the ranks of the strongest.

Holy line! Petritt has never felt so powerful. It seems that he only needs to lift his arms a little higher to touch the peak power of the unreachable true holy realm.

"I need pressure, I need pressure to awaken the power of my bloodline next time." Petrit looked at his enthusiasm with red eyes: "You are my best pressure! Come on! Let me see how strong you are! And let you know how powerful I am with the three holy artifacts in hand!"

Just as one of Petrit's feet left the ground, his huge body disappeared from the spot, and he transformed into a round of golden sun and quickly appeared in front of Qian Jin.

fast! The huge body will not affect Peterlit's speed in the slightest. With the help of a pair of shoes forged from sacred artifacts, Peterlett's speed is almost as fast as teleportation.

Li Ba raised his eyebrows: "It's so fast!"

With vigorous right hand still supporting his cheek, he raised his left arm and punched instinctively.

Raise your hand and punch.

That punch that was supposed to be as fast as lightning, making it invisible to ordinary people, made everyone see it clearly. It was the simplest way to raise your hand and punch, and the trajectory was so clear that ordinary people could see it.

This punch is not so-called slow, but because of its super high stability, it even breaks through the shackles of time, so that everyone can see clearly.

"This is the beginning of chaos I created myself, and it is a gift for you."

The disordered fighting skills entangled, rubbed and collided with each other, forming a thick and transparent tornado of fighting spirit, which directly involved Peterlett's war hammer and his people, and then the impact and explosion of countless fighting skills bombarded people suddenly sounded.

What's this? Peterlit's blood-red pupils shrank again and again, and the warhammer he was waving in his hand was entangled and pulled by endless fighting energy, so he couldn't hit the target at all, but was led to run around.

In the next instant, all kinds of chaotic fighting skills bombarded his strong body like money.

Intensive, powerful, seemingly endless attacks rained down on every inch of Petritt's body, whether it was protected by the sacred artifact or not.

After thousands of impacts, Petritt's body shattered the magic shield surrounding the arena. At this moment, the god in charge of the sun turned into a sun that was shot down. His golden body was covered in blood, and he slammed into the auditorium with destructive power. If the impact was successful, it would be enough to kill all the audience.

While Duanfengbuer sighed, before everyone could scream, he raised his hand to teleport the soul domain instantly, changing the direction of Petritt's flight trajectory, and his body appeared at high altitude next, and his body's target was the higher-altitude clouds.

In a blink of an eye, Petritt's body rose to a height of a thousand meters and became a small black spot in people's sight. Many people realized that they might be killed just now, and screamed in panic.

"This reaction speed..." Duanfengbuer shook his head and sighed.

Isacel frowned and looked at Duanfeng Buer: "Boss Buer, you have helped this Beamon this time."

The audience around were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that if Petritt's body hit the auditorium, it would be considered a defeat for leaving the ring, but if he just flew into the sky, then he would not be considered a defeat!

All the strong men who have become holy have the ability to fly, so Peter Litt, who is at the peak of the real saint, can use the power of flying to prevent himself from falling off the field.

"Really?" Duan Fengbuer rolled his eyes: "Little guy, you look down on motivation too much. I hope you will fight against him in the next draw, and I will lend you a bunch of defensive holy artifacts to see if you can still maintain enough sobriety under his punch."

Yo...

When the heavy object fell from the sky at high speed, the whistling sound of friction with the air first reached the ears of the young strong men, and then passed into the ears of ordinary audiences.

Everyone saw that the golden Behemoth King Peterlit, who fell from the sky, did not use his sacred flying ability at all, but fell heavily like a real meteor, smashing the extremely strong ring into a huge pothole, and gravel splashed in the air.

There is no flight, no roar, just like a lifeless meteor falling.

The rescue team rushed into the venue and dug Petrit out from a hole tens of meters deep. His whole body was covered with wet soil, and he fell into a coma. Few bones in his body were intact.

"My star..."

Issael swallowed her saliva again and again: "This is... the strength of Boss Motivation? Isn't it too strong to be too strong? Peterlett is a true saint!"

Duan Feng gave Isacel a blank look: "Boy, if you are Peter Lit Nabimon, you should feel content. You have obviously restrained your strength just now, otherwise the punch would not have seriously injured him and made him unconscious. It would be very simple to take his life away."

One punch to death Peter Lit wearing the holy weapon suit? The strong man of the first line of true sages is so vulnerable in the face of enthusiasm?

At the same time, the young fighters on the scene adjusted their calculations on the strength of the drive, and even the veteran powerhouses in the audience reconsidered the winning percentage against the drive.

"Boy, don't forget." Duanfeng Buer pointed at the vigorous body, and raised two more fingers.

Isacel's pupils shrank suddenly, and she suddenly understood the meaning of Duan Feng Bu Er. When she was sitting on the throne and facing the challenge of the first-line true saint, the golden Beamon King Peterlit, there were still two seals on her body that were still suppressing his strength!

In an instant, Isacel reassessed the strength of the drive again, but found that no matter what the strength of the drive boss, he didn't know what state he was in.

Pan Hongji, Li Ba, and other veteran powerhouses looked at each other suspiciously, not because they were surprised by defeating their opponents with one blow of energy, but the punch that really shocked people!

Chaotic and disorderly, there is an irresistible feeling! It seems that everything is going back to the original origin, but it is not the real origin.

What kind of fighting skill is this? Li Ba could feel that among the fighting skills, there were the ultimate fighting skill seals of the three-headed golden dragon family, and at the same time, he could also feel that there were also the Qian Kun Wuji seal of the elf king's bloodline family, and the fighting skill seals of two ultimate demon bloodlines.

Merge the two fighting skills to create a new fighting skill? Li Ba reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips. This kind of fighting technique is not so much an innovative fighting technique as it is a hodgepodge. He mixes all kinds of fighting techniques together. Relying on his abnormally strong body, he doesn't care about the damage to his body from a blow, and directly bursts out with a punch that is so violent that it can destroy everything.

"Gathering all the fighting skills into one punch? Turning disorder into the beginning of chaos?" Pan Hongji looked at the traces of the punch in the sky and kept clicking his tongue: "A stunning concept, a terrifying punch. Although it is not complete, it is still rare! Gathering all the fighting skills, hit the endless power of the stars! Beautiful!"

The old veterans around quietly savored Pan Hongji's argument, and nodded slowly after a while. This young man is more terrifying than imagined. Fortunately, it seems that he has poor fighting spirit and stamina. If he really fights with him, the chance of winning is still higher.

"This kid..." Li Ba was silent for a while: "If you understand the corresponding ultimate power and form a complete set of fighting skills, maybe you really have a chance to fight against the blood warrior who has the ultimate awakened power."

Pan Hongji looked at Li Ba with a smile: "Old Patriarch, although this kid is not smart, he works extremely hard. Do you think he can't discover the corresponding ultimate power?"

Li Ba was taken aback for a moment, and then he also laughed. Motivation is obviously not that kind of idiot. After thinking about it, he should understand what's going on, and naturally he also found the other half of the ultimate power.

"It looks like this..." Li Ba shook his head and sighed, "He didn't use all his strength."

Pan Hongji frowned tightly. Not only did he not use his full strength in fighting skills, but he still had two seals on his body that suppressed his strength for cruel training. If he released all of his strength now, I am afraid that only the older generation of powerhouses could fight him. Others are no longer his opponents at all. Now he is still persistent in participating in the battle, no longer just to hone his own fighting skills, but also to help his friends improve together.

"What happened tonight?"

Li Ba looked at Pan Hongji in distress and puzzlement. Although the motivation before last night was strong, it still had a certain bottom line. In just one night, the feeling of motivation was completely different.

Pan Hongji also looked puzzled and puzzled, what happened? It can make the energy strong to such a level, and also comprehend the fighting skills that belong to him alone! Although the formation method of this unique fighting skill is very reckless, and even has a strong taste of plagiarism, but it is his own fighting skill after all!

Those who have become saints will start to study their own exclusive fighting skills, but it often takes more than ten years for the research of an exclusive fighting skill to be adjusted to take shape before it can be initially formed.

Motivation has taken shape in such a short period of time, and it can still exert great power... Pan Hongji sighs strangely, but he sighs strangely, and he really can't figure out how to achieve vigor.

The 200,000 spectators were dumbfounded for a long time, that such a powerful Golden Behemoth King really couldn't bear the vigorous blow, and was almost completely killed while wearing the holy weapon suit.

The other young fighters in the top sixteen had different complexions, and only they knew how they felt after seeing this blow.

Ke Jin sat on the metal throne, looked at the lottery position without moving, and said lightly: "Please continue to lottery."

It was only at this time that everyone realized that this young and strong man who had entered the True Sage had no intention of leaving the ring at all. It seemed that he really wanted to cater to everyone's request and show everyone a 15-game winning streak.

ps; Monthly tickets are so few