Volume 10 Chapter 89

The man who fought on the Shura Gate stand was none other than the leader of the Shura Gate. Hou Ge read the full text.

Although Nan Ting could not be called an old acquaintance of Hou Ge, he was definitely not unfamiliar with him. He did not expect that the person who came to challenge him would be him!

The old man was a little surprised and asked, "Is the Hou Sect leader also interested in the position of leader?"

Hou Ge smiled bitterly. He was not interested in the position of leader, but someone was interested, and this person's status was so high that he could influence him. This person was Tang Yin.

In the village south of Laiyang City, Tang Yin had talked to Hou Ge alone and revealed his true identity on the spot.

Tang Yin made a request to him, which was also a request to Hou Ge. If Xiaoyao Gate could not obtain the position of leader, then Shura Gate would take the leader no matter what. Tang Yin's reason was simple. The gang he trusted most was Xiaoyao Sect, but the latter was too weak, and it was still unknown whether he could successfully take the position of leader. Through the contact these days, he had a certain trust in Shura Sect. If Xiaoyao Sect was not good enough, then Shura Sect would take over. This could be said to be a double insurance.

Hou Ge had no interest in the position of leader. If it were not for the responsibility, he would not even want to be the leader of Shura Sect. After Tang Yin finished speaking, he politely refused on the spot, saying that he did not have the time, energy or ability to be the leader.

The reason for his refusal was exactly why Tang Yin chose Hou Ge. Tang Yin proposed to Hou Ge that he only needed to take the position of leader, and then he could choose a deputy leader to manage on his behalf. Tang Yin had already thought of the candidate for the deputy leader, which was Zhang Dong, whom he had chosen at the beginning.

Tang Yin showed his calculating side. He used Shura Sect as a cover, but in fact the leader was still Zhang Dong. Hou Ge was not a fool, so he could see that Tang Yin was using him and the Shura Clan. However, before he could refuse, Tang Yin spoke out his concerns.

As the Nifeng Stream entered Fengdi, Tang Yin was not sure which gangs were related to the Nifeng Stream. If the gangs that had a secret relationship with the Nifeng Stream became the leader, the Ranger Alliance would not only lose its original meaning, but also harm many Ranger gangs and even endanger the entire Feng Country. For safety reasons, only a trustworthy gang could be chosen as the leader. Regardless of whether Zhang Dong was a good or bad person, or whether he was strong or weak, at least he could be trusted. For now, this was the most important thing. If this person was really not good enough, he could be replaced in the future.

After carefully thinking about Tang Yin's words, Hou Ge thought that it was not unreasonable, and Tang Yin was the king of a country. It was not easy for him to put down his status and ask him for help, and to explain so much to him, which also touched Hou Ge to some extent.

After some consideration, Hou Ge finally decided to accept Tang Yin's request and do his best to take the position of leader. The reason why he was willing to do this was, firstly, for the sake of the monarch, and secondly, to help Fengguo and the Fengren Ranger Gang.

This is why Hou Ge, who has always been low-key and peaceful, came to the duel.

Looking at Nan Ting, who was full of surprise, Hou Ge sighed secretly, not wanting to explain more, waved his hand and said, "Grandpa Nan, please!" As he spoke, he took two steps back, covered himself with spiritual armor, and pulled out a short sword from his ribs. This short sword is slightly longer than a dagger, only half the length of a normal sword, golden in color, narrow and thin.

Hou Ge is a typical Fengguo man, with big shoulders and a big waist, a burly figure, and a heroic character, but the weapon he uses is unusually small, which is unexpected and looks very interesting. Others may find it funny, but Nan Ting can't laugh. He knows how powerful Hou Ge is, and that is not something that ordinary spiritual martial arts masters can compare to.

If it were normal times, if the opponent was Hou Ge, Nan Ting might have given in, but now it is not possible. This battle is related to the ownership of the leader and the face of Baihuitang. The old man took a deep breath, retreated two steps, and said, "Master Hou, please teach me!" As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual sword flashed with a rosy glow, and the blood soul chase was released.

Nan Ting was not polite at all, and he immediately used his spiritual martial arts skills. Hou Ge did not dare to neglect it and fought back with the blood soul chase. The spiritual thorns of the two collided in the air, and there was only a crisp sound, and the two spiritual thorns were broken at the same time, and there was no one who was better. The spiritual martial arts skills were evenly matched, and Nan Ting then stepped forward, waving the spiritual sword, and attacked Hou Ge with five swords in a row. Hou Ge did not parry, his body swayed, dodging and retreating, and when Nan Ting finished the five sword attacks, he also retreated three steps. After letting Nan Ting's five swords, Hou Ge was no longer polite, his wrist turned, holding the short sword upside down, his figure was like an arrow from a string, and he passed by Nan Ting with a strong wind, and at the same time, the short sword in his hand went straight to Nan Ting's neck and throat.

So fast! Nan Ting, who was so experienced, didn't see Hou Ge's dagger clearly. He only saw a cold light shooting towards him like a meteor. He subconsciously raised his spirit sword to block it. There was a crisp sound in his ear, which was harsh and soul-stirring. Under the impact, the old man's body shook and he retreated several steps.

He had just stabilized his body when Hou Ge came again. The dagger drew three cold lights in the air, hitting Nan Ting's throat and left and right chest. Nan Ting shouted loudly, using all his strength to parry with the sword continuously. Dang, dang, dang, three groups of sparks suddenly appeared in front of Nan Ting, and the three swords attacked by Hou Ge were finally bounced away by him.

Although he blocked Hou Ge's attack, his wrist was also numb from the shock. Nan Ting nodded secretly. No wonder the rumor said that Hou Ge was like a god. Today, he saw that his reputation was indeed well-deserved. Seeing that Hou Ge's attack had come to an end, Nan Ting waved his spirit sword and began to perform a series of killing moves.

The old man's attack should not be underestimated. Sometimes he would directly draw his sword, and sometimes he would release his spiritual martial arts skills, which mixed together and made it difficult to defend. Hou Ge responded to the moves and solved the styles, and he did not feel any difficulty in dealing with them.

The fight between the two was extremely exciting, using speed to counter speed, like two dragons mixed together, and it was hard to tell who was who. The rangers watching the fight below the stage opened their mouths wide, watching in fascination, even Tang Yin's eyes were shining, he had not seen such a few battles between top spiritual martial arts masters.

It was said to be late, but it was fast. Hou Ge and Nan Ting had fought more than a hundred rounds on the stage, and there was no winner. However, there was one thing, Hou Ge was young and strong, and he had no problem fighting a high-intensity and protracted battle, but Nan Ting was old after all, and it was impossible for him to maintain his physical strength for a long time in such a fierce battle.

If you want to win, you must fight quickly! The old man understood this better than anyone else. He was the first to seek change. With a shout, the spiritual sword in his hand suddenly showed a dazzling light, as if another sun rose on the ring. Seeing this, a ranger couldn't help but exclaimed: "Spiritual change of soldiers! Old man Nan used the spiritual change of sending soldiers--"

The people's shouts were correct. Nan Ting did use the spiritual change of sending soldiers. With the flashing of the sunset, the spiritual sword in his hand turned into a lightsaber, and the flowing light flowed on the sword, making the spiritual sword look like a living thing.

The opponent used the spiritual change of sending soldiers, and Hou Ge didn't dare to use ordinary spiritual weapons to deal with it. With his wrist shaking, the short sword became spiritual again. The originally golden spiritual sword turned into a red body, and the shape of the sword body became narrower and thicker. Looking coldly, it looked like a long red needle.

"Master Hou, take my move!"

Nanting swung the spiritual sword and slashed at Hou Ge from a distance.

The distance between the two was far, and according to the length of the spiritual sword in his hand, he could not cut Hou Ge, but as the spiritual sword fell, a virtual sword over ten feet long suddenly appeared in front of him. This virtual sword was completely composed of light and shadow, and it was terrifyingly large. It fell from the air, like a divine weapon from heaven.

While the virtual sword was slashing down, it also generated a strong and invisible pulling force, which entangled the target of its attack, making it unable to parry or dodge. This is the power of the spiritual transformation of the weapon!

If it were someone else, even if they were not stunned by the huge sword falling on their heads, they would be trapped to death by the spiritual pressure under the sword. However, Hou Ge, who had a deep cultivation, was not affected by the spiritual pressure and rushed out sideways.

The moment he dodged, there was a loud and earth-shaking sound, and the huge virtual sword hit the ring, not only splitting the wooden board on the surface, but also splitting the soil and stones piled underneath, creating a large crack over ten feet long. Sand and rocks flew on the ring, and the sky and the earth changed color. The situation was really scary.

After a missed move, Nan Ting raised his spirit sword again, ready to use another killing move, but Hou Ge did not give him a chance. He first bent his body, then rushed towards Nan Ting like a spring, and the short sword in his hand stabbed straight into Nan Ting's chest.

Nan Ting gave up the attack, took back the spirit sword, stood in front of his chest, and used the sword to block the opponent's attack.

Hou Ge's short sword stabbed in front of him in the blink of an eye. The short sword flashing red light and the spirit sword flashing white light were firmly pressed together. This was the collision of the spirit transformation of soldiers and the spirit transformation of soldiers. A loud noise was heard in the ear. The powerful spiritual pressure spread out like a water halo. The spiritual pressure passed through the ground, and the wooden boards on the ground seemed to be crushed by an invisible big hand. The broken wood chips were suspended in the air and stagnated. With the two of them as the center, the ground was broken into pieces, and the spiritual pressure generated by the collision did not decrease, pushing the rangers near the ring to retreat again and again.

After waiting for the spiritual pressure to dissipate, the area within 20 meters of the arena became an empty space, and no one could stand in it.

After stabbing the sword, Hou Ge withdrew, then shook his arm, dispersed the spiritual transformation of the soldier, and put the sword into the box.

Seeing this, Nan Ting was dumbfounded, and the rangers below the stage were also stunned. In the fight just now, Hou Ge did not win, and Nan Ting did not lose, but why did he suddenly put away the sword and stop fighting?

Nan Ting put down the spiritual sword, straightened his body, took a step forward, and asked: "Master Hou, what do you mean?"

Hou Ge smiled at him, bowed his hands and said: "Grandpa Nan, admit it."

"You admit defeat..." Nan Ting's voice had not yet fallen, and suddenly there was a crisp sound under him. The spiritual sword in his hand that had completely transformed into the spiritual transformation of the soldier actually appeared in the middle. In just a blink of an eye, the sword body broke into dozens of pieces and scattered on the ground like snowflakes.

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