Chapter 3242 Another

"No wonder you want to go to this gold-attributed Hundred Battles Arena. It turns out that you have a treasure to protect you. This treasure should be able to restrain gold, including gold-attributed divine weapons and the like."

Although the soul-power flying knife is controlled by soul power, its body is also made of metal, which can be regarded as gold.

So, it was restrained by the opponent's treasure.

Su Chen understood this and a smile appeared on his lips. It doesn't mean that I can't do anything to you without using the flying knife, right?

At that moment, a flash of light appeared in Su Chen's hand, and a ball of white light appeared.

If someone looks closely, they will see that this ball of white light is actually a ball of white silk thread, which is a treasure that Su Chen obtained in the scorched earth of the Burning Domain.

This style of hidden weapon is still relatively rare. After Su Chen obtained it, he rarely took it out to play.

Su Chen swung his hand and threw the white silk thread out.

Wang Lang on the opposite side saw at first glance that Su Chen was throwing a hidden weapon in his hand again, but he couldn't see what the hidden weapon was. He sneered in his heart, no matter what your hidden weapon is, it must be made of metal, right?

Hidden weapons that are not made of metal are unlikely to hurt these geniuses in the Cave Mortal Realm. Therefore, Wang Lang did not think of any other possibilities.

At the moment, Wang Lang also laughed in his heart. This so-called demon in the Holy Land was indeed short of means. Apart from this, he had no other skills.

At the moment, the shell-like scimitar in Wang Lang's hand drew an arc and headed towards the direction of Su Chen's hidden weapon.

This treasure is Wang Lang's most proud means, and it is also the reason why he can stand on the Hundred Battles Arena. The reason why he has the confidence to fight Su Chen in the Hundred Battles Arena is also here.

This treasure can restrain the power of gold, so while restraining the opponent's weapon attack, it can also restrain the influence of the Hundred Battles Arena on itself. For Wang Lang, it can be said to be the biggest advantage.

At this moment, seeing Su Chen use hidden weapons twice in a row, Wang Lang also guessed in his heart that this kid from the Holy Land was afraid of the strong wind airflow on the Hundred Battles Arena, so he stood there and dared not move, and could only use hidden weapons.

At that moment, Wang Lang looked down on him and sneered, "Go back to where you came from!"

The treasure in the air also opened like a shell, and surrounded the white light thrown by Su Chen.

However, the next moment, Wang Lang's heart twitched, and he found that Su Chen's hidden weapon was not covered by his treasure, nor was it bounced off.

Instead, it suddenly accelerated, passed his treasure, and came towards him!

"What's going on?"

Wang Lang was also stunned. Could it be that Su Chen's hidden weapon was not made of metal?

The next moment, the hidden weapon in the white light was already in front of him, and the light was unfolded, and it turned out to be a ball of white silk thread.

Before Wang Lang could react, the white silk thread had already unfolded, and with a few swishes, it tied him up.

Wang Lang reacted and began to struggle desperately. However, at this time, it was too late for him to struggle.

The more he struggled, the tighter the white silk thread was.

In the end, Wang Lang was tied up like a zongzi, with his eyes wide open, full of disbelief.

Su Chen smiled faintly, and suddenly retracted his hand. The white silk thread tied Wang Lang and flew towards him.

As Wang Lang moved, the Hundred Battles Arena finally began to show its power. Countless strong winds flew past Wang Lang's body.

Wang Lang was terrified, holding the shell-shaped treasure tightly in his hand, his eyes were red, and he was glad that his treasure was powerful and could protect him from the harm of the strong wind.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been pierced by the strong wind.

However, before he could feel lucky for long, he was pulled to Su Chen by the white silk thread.

At this moment, his hands and feet were firmly trapped by the white silk thread, like a lamb to be slaughtered, at the mercy of others.

Su Chen showed a mocking expression, and the eightfold true essence condensed in his hand, and he punched Wang Lang's chest fiercely.

"Bang!"

Wang Lang had no way to avoid it, his eyes suddenly widened, and he took the punch with disbelief.

A huge blood hole was directly punched out of his chest by this punch. The shell-shaped treasure he was proud of was useless at this moment, because Su Chen's punch was not an attack by a metal magic weapon, but a pure fist and kick.

At this moment, the white silk thread wrapped around him was also loosened, and Wang Lang's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell off the ring.

With a bang, his body fell under the ring, bleeding all over the ground, and he was dead and could not die anymore.

"Another one."

Su Chen smiled, and this time he was even more straightforward, without even the leisure to quarrel with Xuan Su. After putting away the white silk thread, he flew off the ring while everyone was still stunned.

On and off the stage, there was a dead silence, and everyone's face was full of incredible expressions.

Suddenly.

Someone applauded