Chapter 375 I Don’t Have the Habit of Admitting Defeat

After winning the game, Chu Feng and Niu Mo teleported back to the sanctuary.

"Brother Feng, how is the battle going?"

Everyone gathered around.

Niu Mo said carelessly: "With me and the boss here, isn't it easy to handle it?"

"Are the opponents you met strong?"

Yang Qi asked curiously.

Niu Mo grinned: "You may not believe it, but I just met a bad guy. This guy doesn't know the heights of the world. He is so crazy that he actually threatened to take advantage of the boss."

Everyone looked at each other, how dare anyone dare to sneer in front of Chu Feng?

Don’t you know how cruel the first tyrant in the uninhabited land of the Red Wind Wasteland is?

Li Jianqiang probed: "What's the ending of that guy?"

Niu Mo said calmly: "Boss and I pushed him to the ground and rubbed him against each other for a long time. We both cried in the end."

"That guy really made a fool of himself!"

Everyone laughed.

"Boss, it's my turn to fight in the next game, right?"

Wukong looked eager to try.

"OK."

Chu Feng nodded.

"yeah!"

Wukong clenched his fists excitedly and asked, "Boss, when will we start the competition?"

"Wait a mininute."

Chu Feng smiled slightly, then looked around and found no trace of Song Chenggang, so he asked, "Did Song Chenggang enter the battlefield?"

"right."

Yang Qi said: "Not long after you entered the battlefield, he also entered."

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

Chu Feng frowned.

Being in there for so long meant that Song Cheng had just encountered a powerful enemy.

Can you defeat your opponent?

Don't lose the first game.

At this moment, a spatial ripple appeared in the void.

The next moment, Song Chenggang's figure appeared in sight.

He was in rags, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. His exposed upper body was covered with small wounds. Blood overflowed and dyed his whole body red. He looked extremely miserable and had obviously suffered violence.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Chu Feng asked.

Song Chenggang looked dejected, "Brother Feng, I lost."

"ah?"

Everyone was stunned.

Song Chenggang lost the first game?

And he failed so miserably!

It was completely beyond their expectations.

Chu Feng's expression condensed, "Who is your matched opponent?"

Song Chenggang's strength is still very strong.

Not many people can defeat him.

So who will we meet this time?

Song Chenggang sighed and said slowly: "The opponent has dual professions: a swordsman and a wind mage. He can combine the talents of the two professions together. His attacks are very sharp. Pu crushed me as soon as we fought."

"Dual professions of swordsman and wind mage?"

Chu Feng muttered and chuckled: "It's normal for you to lose to him."

Song Chenggang's eyes widened, "Brother Feng, do you know who the other party is?"

Chu Feng nodded and said: "His name is Yang Xiuyuan. He is a top expert in the Magic Academy, and he is most likely an aborigine."

Yang Xiuyuan's combat power was still superior to Zhang Qian's, so it was normal for Song Chenggang to be crushed by him.

"It turns out he's from the Magic Academy."

Song Chenggang felt much relieved.

Chu Feng comforted him: "With Yang Xiuyuan's strength, he is enough to compete for the top ten positions. It is not a shame for you to lose to him, so there is no need to be discouraged."

Song Chenggang's eyes showed determination: "Brother Feng, don't worry, I will definitely continue to work hard in the future!"

"Let Yang Qi treat you first, and then enter the battlefield after you recover."

Chu Feng warned.

"good."

Song Chenggang responded.

"Wukong, let's go on stage."

Chu Feng took Wukong into the battlefield.

[Randomly matched with opponents...]

[The match is successful and both parties enter the battle space. 】

The next moment, Chu Feng and Wukong appeared on the ring.

Standing opposite was a young man with a thin build, a yellowish complexion, and an ordinary appearance.

The two parties looked at each other, and the thin man spoke first: "Are you going to admit defeat? Or do you want to fight with me?"

Chu Feng rubbed his nose: "I have no habit of admitting defeat."

"So we're going to fight?"

The thin man raised his eyebrows, with a hint of teasing on his lips, "Then I'll play with you."

"Wukong, teach him a lesson."

Chu Feng whispered.

Wukong carried the Coiling Dragon Stick and charged forward crazily.

The thin man calmly raised his hand and waved, and a metal puppet suddenly appeared in front of him.

The body of the metal puppet has smooth lines, and its appearance shines with a cold light, as if it is forged from the hardest metal. Every joint and connection is designed to be flawless and flawless.

Wukong glanced at it and without any hesitation, he rushed to the puppet and smashed it down in the air with the Coiling Dragon Stick.

A fierce light suddenly burst out from the puppet's eyes, and he ignored the attack and struck at Wukong with his fists clenched.

Wukong's eyelids twitched, he withdrew the Coiling Dragon Staff and quickly dodged sideways.

Uh-huh!

The metal puppet's fist grazed Wukong's scalp, one after another.

Dodging the punch, Wukong swam behind the metal puppet like a ghost, grabbed the Coiling Dragon Stick, and aimed it at the metal puppet's head.

Because Wukong's movements were too fast, the metal puppet had no time to dodge and defend, and suffered a heavy blow to the head.

The stick hit it, cracking its head and causing it to stumble and stagger.

Wukong was in a dominant position and was not willing to give up. He grabbed the Panlong stick and started to smash it randomly.

After more than a dozen sticks, half of the metal puppet was smashed and fell to the ground and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

"Your puppet is not very good."

Chu Feng looked directly at the thin man and sneered.

The thin man's mouth twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be complacent, wait and see how I deal with you!"

"What else can you do, just use it."

Chu Feng laughed.

"Boy, I'll make you cry later!"

The thin man snorted lightly, and a white light suddenly burst out from his body. After condensing, it turned into ten puppets.

At the same time, the thin man disappeared, as if he had merged into one of the puppets.

"Huh?"

Chu Feng was slightly startled.

The talent used by the other party was a bit similar to Lu Bu San's phantom clone.

The difference is that Lu Bu San summoned a clone.

And the thin man summoned a puppet.

This talent might be useful against others.

But it doesn't work in front of him.

Once the silent space appears, it can be broken in an instant.

Of course, with his strength, it is easy to destroy ten puppets, and there is no need to use the silent space.

"Is this your method? What's the use of a few puppets?"

Chu Feng said contemptuously.

"This is not an ordinary puppet, but a magical one created by talent, with the ability of immortality. Unless you can find my body, you can't do anything to me."

The ten puppets spoke at the same time.

"Isn't it easy to find your body?"

Chu Feng chuckled and then winked at Wukong.

Wukong understood and immediately opened his fire eyes. After a glance, he quickly found the thin man's body.