Chapter 1992 The Powerful Konoha Monk

The underground space is very large, and the arena is divided into different areas. The outer areas are competitions with low points. Qin Lang, who has just participated, is naturally here.

Holding the token in his hand, Qin Lang walked directly towards a referee and soon found the arena where he belonged.

"It is forbidden to seriously injure the opponent maliciously during the battle. If you lose, you can admit defeat directly." After the referee checked Qin Lang's token, he found that Qin Lang was participating in the battle for the first time, so he reminded him of the rules.

"Okay!" Qin Lang nodded and stepped onto the court at the referee's signal.

The opponent was a monk in white, holding a long sword and already standing there waiting.

"Are you the one who challenged me? You just challenged me with 90 points when you first came here. I really don't know if you are stupid or stupid. I will let you see how powerful I am today..."

Before the opponent could finish his words, a sound of thunder flashed past, and Qin Lang's figure was already standing in front of the sword cultivator. His right hand was filled with a large amount of red thunder and lightning, and he grabbed the man's throat.

Red thunder and lightning filled the air, and the monk had almost no ability to resist. His whole body was instantly seriously injured by the thunder and lightning, and there was even a burning smell.

"The game begins..."

The referee looked at this scene on the court and swallowed the word "Shi" abruptly.

"That's a bunch of nonsense! How do you calculate this?" Qin Lang complained, looking at the referee in the audience and asked.

"This..." The referee glanced at the seriously injured monk. Although he had not yet announced the start, according to the regulations, the game could start directly after the two people came on stage.

"you win!"

The monk had been seriously injured by lightning. Even if he started over, it would be meaningless.

"Okay, you can arrange the next battle." Qin Lang said directly.

Although he gained forty-five points, he was still below 100% and could only find opponents below 100%.

The next battle was one massacre after another.

No one can withstand Qin Lang's Purple Sky Divine Thunder. He doesn't even exert much force. He only needs to use the teleportation of Thunder Flash to get close to the opponent, and then release the Purple Sky Divine Thunder in his body, and he can easily win the game. .

After this kind of battle lasted for several games, things about Qin Lang also spread. Many people knew that one of Guan Chengsi's challengers came with a very powerful thunder-attribute monk. His strange crimson thunder was extremely powerful. A person can survive a move in his hands.

"Most of these Mahayana monks are only as strong as the outside world. For Qin Lang, who has the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, it is not easy to defeat him." Lin Chuan said with a relaxed expression as he watched the competition. .

"I'm afraid if we play a few more games, some people will guess that we are monks from the outside world." Trainer Bu said.

"It doesn't matter, someone will know anyway, not to mention Qin Lang's battle can also make our Konoha's reputation known. It will be easier to recruit powerful monks in the future." Lin Chuan said indifferently.

After four games, Qin Lang's points directly exceeded one thousand, and without any hesitation, he directly challenged a very high-ranking expert. His points already exceeded 9,800, and he was only one step away from ten thousand points.

"Konoha City vs. Tornado City."

Lin Chuan looked at the two sides in this duel and suddenly became interested.

When Qin Lang came on the stage, there were already many more monks watching.

Whether it was Qin Lang's performance just now or the opponent he challenged, this battle made this battle quite interesting.

"Winning four games in a row, each game is a direct challenge to the highest points in the same range. This thunder-attribute monk from Konoha City is really powerful. At least I like this indomitable style." Someone from the onlookers said.

"Although there was a gap in points in the same range before, the gap in strength is generally not too big. This time, it would be a bit arrogant to directly challenge someone with more than 9,000 points."

"His cultivation seems to be only in the early stage of Mahayana. Being able to have such strength seems to be related to the strange crimson thunder. I don't know whether it is the thunder he cultivated himself or absorbed some powerful thunder."

"Tornado City, this is an old opponent, the strongest being below 10,000 points. I don't know who can win this match."

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Various voices of discussion echoed around. The monks sent by each city to participate in the war would also watch other people's games when there was no challenge. While accumulating experience, they could also choose their next opponent. If they met later, It's better to be prepared.

The arena was ready. Qin Lang's figure moved, thunder and lightning roared past, and his body appeared directly on the arena.

His opponent was a middle-aged monk in a blue shirt. His figure turned into a whirlwind with a slight movement, standing lightly opposite Qin Lang.

"Interesting, he is a rare wind attribute monk. No wonder he can get more than 9,000 points." Lin Chuan's expression changed slightly.

"I remember you said that Lei Dun was restrained by Feng Dun. This monk should have some suppression ability against Qin Lang." Trainer Bu said with a smile.

"Wind Escape can indeed restrain Thunder Escape, but Qin Lang uses the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, which is not a concept." Lin Chuan shook his head.

The game started soon, and this time it was not Qin Lang who took the lead, but the monk in blue shirt.

Huge spiritual power surged out, and a huge storm blew up in the arena. Faced with this horrific scene, the referee in the audience immediately activated the defensive array on the stage to prevent the power of the spell from leaking out and hurting innocent people.

A transparent light curtain enveloped the arena, which was completely enveloped in a cyan whirlwind. Even the monks from the outside world felt their scalp numb when they heard the terrifying neighing.

The green-shirted monk had seen Qin Lang's battle before. In his eyes, Qin Lang used the speed of thunder and lightning to get close instantly, and then launched an attack with that weird thunder.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to use his spiritual power to cast his powerful spells at the first time, turning everything around him into a storm. Under such circumstances, his speed would not be slower than Qin Lang's, and he could also use his spells to attack Qin Lang first. Suppress it completely.

He did so, and he did succeed.

However, changes suddenly occurred at the next moment.

A red light suddenly appeared in the original cyan storm. This light rose against the storm, and the storm instantly ravaged the entire arena. The crazily sweeping light was the crimson Binghuoyang Thunder. However, at this moment, the thunder was not like thunder at all, but more like burning flames.

It had the roar of thunder, but also had the texture of flames, and along with the strong wind, it swallowed up the entire space in an instant.

A shrill scream immediately erupted, and the storm stopped abruptly, leaving only a figure covered with red thunder falling from the sky and crashing onto the ring.