Chapter 2635 Rampage!

Chapter 2636 Runaway!

What if the Holy Son goes crazy and runs away again? Instead of watching the excitement, he loses his life.

Therefore, in the martial arts arena at this moment, except for Peng Yu and others who are watching the battle, there are only a few perfect realm masters in the entire Jingtan Sect who dare to take a look.

On the field.

Layers of boundaries separate them.

The two stood on the empty arena, only tens of meters apart.

The arena was huge, like a small world.

"What's your name?"

A long iron stick appeared in the hands of the Holy Son, and he rolled a few stick flowers and pounded it on the ground, shaking the entire arena.

"Yang Shui." Chen Muyu said directly.

The Holy Son glanced at Chen Muyu with a sidelong look, and seemed a little surprised, "Such an ordinary name, not worthy of you at all..."

"The Holy Son thinks too highly of me." Chen Muyu responded lightly.

The Holy Son said, "I have a natural magical power, deduction. From the first moment I saw you, I have deduced the battle between you and me. You have a very powerful energy, which is different from what you look like on the surface..."

"Oh, is that so?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows. No wonder this person wanted to fight him directly. A five-star realm must fight a one-star realm. This is somewhat puzzling.

It turned out that this person had deduced his approximate combat power and thought he was an evenly matched opponent, so he challenged Chen Muyu.

"But I don't know what the result of the Holy Son's deduction is?" Chen Muyu asked.

The corner of the Holy Son's mouth curved slightly, "I deduced five times, and I lost four times. The last time was unclear."

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Chen Muyu's face twitched slightly, a little unbelievable, "So, why did the Holy Son want to fight me?"

The Holy Son smiled, "I like to challenge the strong. In addition, the deduction is only a rough cause and effect trend, and it is impossible to be completely accurate. Although the deduction result is not ideal, I may not lose in a real battle."

Okay.

Chen Muyu was speechless to refute.

"How do you want to compete?"

Chen Muyu didn't say anything nonsense and got straight to the point.

The Holy Son said, "Of course, I will do my best and fight with my life. Brother Yang Daoist shouldn't be afraid, right?"

"I'm not afraid, but is it necessary to fight with my life?"

Chen Muyu spread his hands, "We are friends through martial arts, and we can stop when we reach a certain point. We don't have any deep hatred, so it's not worth risking our lives."

"Hehe."

The Holy Son chuckled, "I am a natural fighting machine. I like fighting and I am eager to fight. Doing my best is the greatest respect for my opponent. Brother Yang shouldn't disrespect me, right?"

Chen Muyu's face was full of black lines. He could feel that the fighting spirit in this man was rising rapidly.

He is indeed a fighting maniac.

"What you said seems to make sense."

Chen Muyu pretended to think for a moment and nodded slightly, "In that case, let's start."

Before the voice fell, the Holy Son had appeared out of thin air above Chen Muyu's head, and swung the iron rod in his hand and smashed it directly on his head.

He couldn't wait any longer, and there was only the word "fight" in his eyes.

The momentum was extraordinary, and the surrounding space showed signs of collapse.

You know, this is a stage, and the space is several times more stable than the outside. Even this can distort the space. The power of this Saint is really not to be underestimated.

Chen Muyu's figure disappeared in an instant, and when he appeared again, he was already a hundred meters away.

Boom.

The iron rod hit the place where Chen Muyu just stood.

A big hole was smashed in the ring.

This ring is obviously not an ordinary thing. After a while, the broken place quickly recovered.

The Saint frowned after missing the attack.

The expression on his face was not good.

"Why don't you attack? Where is your weapon?" The Saint's eyes looked straight at Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu felt that the person standing in front of him was like a hungry wolf.

Chen Muyu stood in the air, spreading his hands, "It's not that I don't respect you, it's just that the power you showed is not enough for me to use my full strength, well, forget about weapons."

The stick was not an ordinary thing, Chen Muyu didn't dare to take it head-on, but he couldn't hurt himself.

After a rough estimate, it was the combat power of the five-star realm. To be specific, the level of the upper middle of the five-star realm is not the peak.

Chen Muyu was more than enough to deal with him, and he didn't need to use the Hongmeng Gun at all.

The Holy Son heard this and his face was dark.

Chen Muyu said, "If you only have this little power, then I think there is no need for us to fight this fight."

"Heh."

"Hehe."

"Hahahaha..."

The Holy Son buried his head, his shoulders shrugged, and bursts of laughter.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his messy hair swung aside, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at Chen Muyu.

"Interesting, he is indeed a strong opponent."

He licked his lips, looking a little bloodthirsty.

"Roar."

Accompanied by a roar, the Saint's temperament changed drastically.

Two balls of blood-red flames were dancing in his eyes, his hair was dancing, his momentum was increasing, and his pale face became even paler and bloodless, like a zombie.

"Kill."

With a roar, the Saint rushed towards Chen Muyu again.

The terrifying power of the law, wrapped in a powerful momentum, pressed down Chen Muyu like turning the world upside down, and completely locked his figure.

Escape, can I still let you escape?

In just a moment, the Holy Son appeared in front of Chen Muyu.

The iron stick suddenly grew bigger, like the sky collapsing, and smashed towards him.

This stick was not comparable to the previous one.

Six-star Perfection Realm.

Chen Muyu could clearly feel that the momentum of this person had reached the extreme, surpassing the scope of the five-star realm and entering the ranks of the six-star realm.

Now, he dared not be arrogant.

The Thousand Finger Fire was fully fired, and the Hongmeng Spear appeared out of thin air, and the spear came out like a dragon, moving forward unstoppably.

"Boom."

Explosion.

Let the surrounding space be annihilated.

The thousands of sealed boundaries on the martial arts field collapsed layer by layer, until more than 5,000 sealed boundaries were shattered, and then the aura was barely stabilized.

The tyrannical original power gradually calmed down.

On the ring, a big pit was automatically and slowly repairing.

And above the big pit, Chen Muyu stood proudly with a spear in hand.

Below, the Holy Son was holding the iron rod, standing unyieldingly.

Blood flowed down his broken fingers and the iron rod, but he seemed to be unaware of it. His eyes stared at Chen Muyu fiercely, and the red light in his eyes became more and more intense.

He seemed to be going crazy.

Chen Muyu frowned slightly, "Don't you want to die?"

He could see that this person's crazy state was indeed strong, but at the cost of damaging his body.

After going crazy once, continuing to go crazy for the second time might increase his strength, but the damage to his body would definitely be greater.