Chapter 42: Life and Death Tournament, Willing to Die for the Sixth Prince

There was no sound from either around the ring or from the stands.

Although Fan Zhong's last desperate blow still failed to hurt Fan Qi, his indomitable courage was enough to win the respect of everyone.

In the stands, the sixth princess was shaking all over, and big tears kept rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

But she didn't show the same fragile look as before. She just wiped away tears and stared at the ring below.

…

Under the ring.

"Even without the blessing of the acupuncture point technique, Fan Zhong's last kick already had the air of a martial arts master."

Xu Taiping looked at Fan Zhong's body from a distance, his tone full of respect.

"Yes, this Fan Zhong is not a waste as he said. On the contrary, he is one of the few geniuses in the Fan family in recent years. Otherwise, it would be impossible to master the acupoint blasting skill. It is a pity that in front of this monster Fan Qi , his genius is not worth mentioning.”

Oriole nodded.

"The person who will challenge us for the second time in this life and death competition is Qi Yan."

At this moment, Na Fan Ye came on stage and called out the name of the next challenger.

And almost at the same time as the words fell, a young man in white, carrying a spear on his back, jumped up from under the ring, and landed on the ring elegantly.

"Your surname is Qi, and you also use a gun. Could it be that you are the grandson of the old man Qi Kai from the state of Wu?"

Fan Qi stood on the ring with his hands behind his back and glanced at the young man in white indifferently.

"I didn't expect Mr. Fan to still remember my grandfather."

The young man smiled and then took off the spear on his back.

"I seem to have no grudges against the Wu Guoqi family. Are you coming to challenge me to become famous?"

Fan Qi smiled coldly at the young man.

Of all the people who challenge him, the ones he dislikes the most are those who risk their lives for fame.

"Qi Yan knows that he is not Fan's rival, but a few years ago when he was traveling in the White Tree Kingdom, he was framed by a traitor and almost died tragically in prison. Fortunately, the Sixth Princess came to his aid, and he has managed to survive until now. Now that I heard that His Highness is in trouble, Qi Yan has to Come."

As the young man spoke, he raised the spear in his hand, and his original easygoing aura was suddenly replaced by a fierce aura.

"Your great-grandfather was no match for me back then. Are you stronger than your great-grandfather?"

"I'm not as good as my great-grandfather."

"Then you are looking for death."

"Qi Yan, I am willing to die for His Highness Sixth Prince."

After saying this, Qi Yan's spear tip shook, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon, stabbing towards Fan Qi.

Like Fan Zhong last time, Qi Yan put all his strength into every strike, regardless of life or death.

But Fan Qi was like an ancient ferocious beast that could not be defeated. Even if Qi Yan tried his best, even if he thrust out the most exquisite spear in his life, he still could not defeat his indifferent punch.

"boom!"

A dull crash sounded.

Qi Yan, who was originally dressed in white, was dressed in blood red and was knocked out of the ring by Fan Qi's fist.

"boom!"

When he landed, everyone saw that his spear had broken into two pieces and was stuck in his chest.

"Fellow Daoist Taiping, do you see clearly? This is Fan Qi. This is the power of the peak martial arts master. Are you still confident that you can defeat him now?"

Huang Que turned to look at Xu Taiping.

Xu Taiping was silent.

However, the reason for his silence was not because he noticed the strength of Fan Qi's combat power, but because he discovered the reason why Fan Qi and Qi Yan were willing to challenge Fan Qi at the risk of their lives - "I will die for His Highness the Sixth Prince, Bai Shuguo goes to death."

"The person who will challenge for the third time in this life and death competition is Wang Zhenghao."

At this moment, Fan Qi's grandson Fan Ye called out the name of the third person to compete.

"Come on, come on!"

A young man who looked carefree, carrying a big knife on his back, passed by Xu Taiping in a swaggering manner.

Watching the man walking towards the ring step by step, Xu Taiping hesitated for a moment, and finally called out to the man:

"This big brother stays."

"What to do?"

The young man turned to look at Xu Taiping impatiently.

"Can you let me go first?"

Xu Taiping asked the young man calmly.

"roll!"

The young man rolled his eyes at Xu Taiping and cursed fiercely.

Then he turned around without hesitation, turned his back to Xu Taiping, waved his hand and said:

"I know who you are, and I also know that you are very powerful, but don't look down on me!"

After saying that, he strode towards the ring without looking back.

"It's useless. The knight-errant style prevails in the White Tree Country. These people are proud to die for their benefactors and are ashamed of being ungrateful and cowardly and afraid of death. Unless you kill them, it is impossible to pull them off the ring. "

Huang Que smiled and looked up at the arena.

After the careless young man stepped onto the ring, he thrust his broadsword forward and said to Fan Qi with a smile: "Old thief Fan Qi, Wang Zhenghao, the leader of the Broadsword Gang, is here to seek death."

The sound resounded throughout Wrath Boxing Village.

It didn't take long.

Wang Zhenghao's not too tall body was knocked out of the ring by Fan Qi with a "bang".

When the servants of Nu Fist Manor carried his body past Xu Taiping, Xu Taiping found that although a big hole had been punched out in his chest, the expression on his face did not show any fear or fear. It was still the same. Acting like a fool.

"We really can't underestimate these mortal bones. We have been praying for immortality in vain, but they are willing to die for justice. It's no wonder that Jiufu has been unwilling to relax its control on the world."

Seeing that Wang Zhenghao could die so calmly, Huang Que couldn't help but sigh.

Xu Taiping certainly wouldn't look down on Fan Gu.

Because he was Fan Gu.

After moving his eyes away from Wang Zhenghao, he quietly returned to his original position, put away the idea of ​​persuading this group of people, and began to seriously observe every match between this group of people and Fan Qi.

…

"He Yuan came to die."

"Di Yi came to die."

"Ran Yong came to die!"

Next, amid the arrogant voices of dying, fewer and fewer people stood under the ring, and more and more corpses were carried away.

And Xu Taiping's eyes gradually changed from confusion to awe.

When the body of the last ranger was carried away from his side, Xu Taiping stood up without waiting for Fan Ye's voice to sound, and walked towards the ring.

At the same time, he whispered:

"Your kindness will not be in vain."