Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Eight

boom!

The fire lotus finally split open.

Chen Jing, who had unparalleled punching power, plunged down from the sky like a pillar hitting the sky. It hit his chest hard.

Boom boom boom boom~~~~~~~

The fist was vigorous, and the impact of more than a dozen colorful tigers all hit Chen Mingtan's chest.

At that moment, the sound of his ribs shattering was like a glass being hit by a stone.

Crackling, shattering and breaking into dozens of pieces.

Among them, the strongest blow hit his chest until his chest was sunken. After his body arched, the clothes behind him burst open.

Shh~

Chen Jing punched sixteen consecutively, four of them hit, and on the fifth punch, he turned his fist into a slap, and slapped Chen Minghan hard on the face, sending Chen Minghan flying out of the arena like a spinning top.

bang bang bang~~~

The remaining 11 punches of the sixteen punches fell down and hit the Qingxuan stone floor.

I saw obvious sunken fist marks left on the incomparably hard cyan stone.

Each of them was sunken by at least seven or eight centimeters.

Wow~

Chen Jing floated to the ground, all the clothes on his body were burnt, but a large piece of clothes on his arm was still intact.

That's because Xiaohuan is entangled in it. As a mountain aquarium, she is water by nature, so she has strong protection against the scorching heat.

"Humph!"

If you look closely at this moment, you may be able to find a lot of wooden thorns between Chen Jing's fingers.

Just now, when he punched, he also punched a lot of wooden thorns into Chen Minghan's body.

As long as he is willing, as long as the spiritual power is activated at this time, those wooden thorns will expand and grow in Chen Minghan's body, absorb blood as nutrients, and directly explode his body.

——This is the killing technique.

Killing people is completely different from sparring.

Once in hatred mode, Chen Jing will use all the ultimate moves that can be used, with the purpose of killing the opponent.

‘I can end his life with just one thought now. We all signed the life and death certificate beforehand, even if I killed him, the family law would not be able to control me. '

Chen Jing raised his head and glanced at the rostrum. The expressions of the elders headed by Chen Wenbang were full of shock and anger.

All the onlookers outside the arena were even more dumbfounded, full of disbelief.

No cheering, no praise, no belittling, and no commentary!

Turning his gaze again, he saw the referee elder.

The kind referee elder shook his head slightly at him, implying a lot.

Perhaps the members of the Ming generation outside the arena hadn't noticed the detail that he was carrying a wooden spike when he punched, but the elder referees were all aware of it.

Because the strength of the referee elders is high enough and the distance is close enough, perhaps apart from the referee elders, Chen Wenbang's senior elders may not have noticed it on the rostrum.

The referee elder knew that Chen Jing had the power to kill Chen Mingtan,

However, although it can be killed, it cannot be killed.

‘Although I signed a life-and-death certificate with him, if I die in this battle, everyone may think that nothing happened. Afterwards, I will say that I overestimated my capabilities and brought shame on myself, and I deserved this result.

Because after all, I am just an insignificant child of a foreign family, and my death has no effect on them.

But he is different, he is a spoiled son of the direct line, if he dies, although the family law will not embarrass me, but the elders behind him will not spare me.

What's more, because of me, all the people related to me may be affected.

It's unfair, but that's the reality. '

Chen Jing sighed, and he also understood why the elder referee shook his head at him.

After understanding the advantages and disadvantages of this level, he let go of his hand lightly, ready to let go of the connection between spiritual power and those wooden thorns.

Outside the arena, Chen Mingtan was clutching his chest at this moment, getting up angrily.

Those eyes were full of shameful hatred.

He is the proud son of heaven, ranked eighth in the last session. Unexpectedly, he lost to a foreigner, a country bumpkin!

Witnessed by so many people, many people's gazes have changed from admiration to joking, laughing to see him being pulled out of the arena by a slap in the face in embarrassment.

How can this kind of humiliation be endured, how can it be complacent.

"Fentian·Threefold Rage!"

He just got up and rushed into the arena.

Obviously he has already lost, and he is also seriously injured, but he still wants to fight back.

The flames billowed, covering the sky and covering the sky, like a torrent, sweeping past again.

Chen Jing retreated step by step, patiently, patiently!

"Go to hell with me!"

Chen Mingtan's Suzaku imprint glowed, and after Fen Tian's triple wrath, he added another attack [Lihuo·Suzaku].

He wanted to use up all the spiritual threads in his body, unleash the strongest blow, and burn everything Chen Jing had.

Chen Jing was still retreating until he reached the sideline of the ring.

The elder referee yelled loudly: "The winner is already decided, Chen Mingtan, what are you doing? Still not stopping?"

There are not many spiritual threads left in Chen Jing's body. Facing the torrent of flames, he was unable to activate the second [Dawei Tianlong King Kong Chan] within a period of time.

Perhaps, Chen Wenbang and other elders on the rostrum also saw this, so after this scene happened, none of them came out to stop and call for a stop.

"Elder Chen Wenbang, Chen Mingdan is your nephew, he won't listen to me, you should stop him, right?" said the elder referee.

Chen Mingdan on the arena had already gone crazy, he was still so crazy even though he was seriously injured like that.

As an elder referee, he could actually block it, but it was precisely because Chen Mingtan was injured too badly that it was difficult for him to do so. Because if one is not good, if Chen Mingdan is abolished, it will definitely offend the faction behind him.

Although the referee elder admired Chen Jing as a foreigner, he was not to the extent that he could bear the hatred for him.

Therefore, he could only ask Elder Chen Wenbang for help, asking Chen Wenbang to call Chen Mingtan to stop.

Chen Wenbang did not discover the detail of Chen Jing planting [parasitic wood thorns] in Chen Minghan's body before. Because the flames were rising at that time, they were visually obstructed on the rostrum.

But at this moment, it was obvious from their advanced cultivation that Chen Jing's spiritual power was about to bottom out.

And Chen Mingtan's last burst of explosive power was terrifyingly strong.

It must not be something that Chen Jing can bear!

As long as Chen Mingdan is not stopped, Chen Jing will undoubtedly die in the sea of ​​flames.

"Oh? Elder Chen Wenhu, you said the victory has already been decided? Why did you say that? Obviously the victory has not yet been decided." Chen Wenbang said slowly.

"Just now Chen Jing has knocked Chen Mingtan out of the arena, the winner is already decided." The elder referee said.

"Is there such a thing? I saw Chen Mingtan landed on the sideline of the ring, so it shouldn't count as an appearance?" Chen Wenbang said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of Baiyin elders beside him also echoed: "That's right, I saw it too. If you land on the sideline, it doesn't count as a loss. And as an elder referee, you don't even know this rule, so come here!" Referee?"

"Did you hear that, Elder Chen Wenhu, everyone saw that it was only on the sideline, and you were the only one who saw it wrong." Chen Wenbang sneered, and his eyes ignored it.

The one named Chen Jing must die today!

He was just a married woman, and he died as soon as he died, so there was nothing to regret.

But Chen Mingtan couldn't be defeated, he was the spoiled son of the direct line, representing the face of the direct line, and even more so Chen Wenbang's face.

If Chen Jing is not killed in this battle, how can the shame be washed away?

Therefore, Elder Chen Wenbang forcibly stated that Chen Mingtan did not lose.

There was even a subtle sneer on the corner of his mouth.

As for Chen Jing, he endured, gave in, and withdrew, and was ready to forget about it.

But Chen Mingtan was so aggressive, he had to counterattack to the end even after losing.

Just then, Chen Jing also listened to what the referee elder said.

He also listened to the words of Chen Wenbang and the senior elders on the rostrum.

black!

It's fucking dark!

A nephew is not a human being?

Isn't he a child of the Chen family?

Do you have to kill me today to save face?

‘Okay, since you are so narrow-minded that you will get revenge, I will let you live, and you will definitely not let me go easily in the future. If that's the case, then I don't care! '

Chen Jing reactivated the last burst of spiritual power, pulling the parasitic wood thorn!

Suddenly raised his hand in the air——

"Otoki Parasite!"

bang bang bang bang bang bang~~~~~

Sprinting madly, Chen Mingtan, who was running in the flames, suddenly froze in his footsteps, vomited blood, and sharp wooden spines protruded from his chest, piercing his whole body like a hedgehog!

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