Chapter 696: Forcing Out a Mouthful of Blood

In the audience, everyone's eyes were fixed on the ring like a blazing flame, and the air was filled with tension and expectation.

Many people were speculating enthusiastically on the result of this competition.

"Do you think Meng Tai from the Lie Ri Sect is better, or Wei Sheng from the Wu Ji Sect will win?"

"I think it must be Meng Tai. Look at his momentum, no one can beat him.

His sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and the powerful aura he exudes is chilling."

"Humph, I think Wei Sheng is not weak either. His calm temperament is not simple at first glance."

The supporters of both sides have already split into two factions. They cheered for the players they supported, and the voices rose and fell.

The referee stood in the center of the ring, and his majestic eyes glanced at Meng Tai and Wei Sheng seriously.

Then, he announced loudly: "The competition begins!"

"Lie Ri Sect, Meng Tai, please teach me." Meng Tai's eyes were sharp and his voice was loud.

His tall body stood straight on the ring, and his clothes of the Lie Ri Sect shone in the sun, as if he was an invincible god of war.

"Wuji Sect, Wei Sheng." Wei Sheng looked calm and nodded slightly, like an elegant scholar.

He was wearing the Taoist robe of Wuji Sect, and the breeze blew over him, and his clothes fluttered, which made him look like a fairy.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Tai rushed out like a cheetah.

He was very fast and came to Wei Sheng in the blink of an eye.

The long sword in his hand was waving, and the sword was so sharp that it seemed to cut the air apart.

The trajectory of the sword blade in the air was like lightning, dazzling.

"What a fast speed! This Meng Tai is really powerful." Someone in the audience exclaimed.

Wei Sheng had been prepared for a long time. He flashed and cleverly avoided Meng Tai's attack.

"Beautiful! Wei Sheng's reaction is really fast." The audience who supported Wei Sheng cheered, their faces filled with excitement and pride.

Wei Sheng waved his folding fan, and a strong airflow rushed towards Meng Tai like a gust of wind, with endless power.

Meng Tai snorted coldly, not afraid at all.

He shook the long sword in his hand, and his sword skills were as smooth and natural as flowing water, and the sword flowers flickered, easily dissolving Wei Sheng's attack.

Then, he launched another attack, and the sword force attacked Wei Sheng like a storm, one wave after another, making people overwhelmed.

Wei Sheng responded calmly, relying on his flexible body and clever moves, he dispelled Meng Tai's attacks again and again.

The two of them came and went, their figures flickered on the ring, like two lightnings intertwined in the sky, and the battle between the two entered a white-hot stage.

"These two people are really evenly matched!"

The audience was fascinated by the wonderful battle, and they were deeply attracted by it, as if they were also in this fierce battle.

Cheers and applause came one after another, the sound was like thunder, deafening, and made people's blood boil.

"It's so exciting! This is a duel between masters!" An old man said excitedly, his eyes flashing with admiration for the battle.

"Yes, these two are really amazing." Another young man echoed, his face full of admiration for the two players.

As the battle progressed, Meng Tai and Wei Sheng gradually consumed a lot of physical and spiritual power.

Their foreheads were covered with sweat beads, and their breathing became rapid.

But neither of them retreated, and they continued to fight tenaciously.

Their eyes were full of determination and indomitable, as if telling each other that they would never give up easily.

"Brother, it's almost done." Wei Sheng secretly transmitted the message.

"Well, it's a bit too much to continue." Meng Tai responded.

"Or I'll go to rest first!" Wei Sheng said again.

"I'll go first!"

The two transmitted messages to each other during the battle, and there was no need to worry that other strong men would find traces.

The highest level of cultivation on the scene was the Spiritual Realm, and they were also in the Spiritual Realm, so who could see through them.

At this moment, Meng Tai gradually gained the upper hand with his more outstanding fighting skills and tenacious will.

His attacks became more and more fierce, and his swordsmanship was like a storm, making it difficult for Wei Sheng to resist.

Finally, Meng Tai seized an excellent opportunity and used his strongest moves.

The long sword in his hand shone brightly, as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it, and the sword force attacked Wei Sheng like a storm.

Wei Sheng tried his best to resist, but was still shaken away by Meng Tai's sword force.

His body was like a kite with a broken line, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then fell heavily outside the ring.

He forced out a mouthful of blood and kept coughing.

He looked at Meng Tai on the ring, his eyes full of unwillingness and helplessness.

On the stage, Meng Tai's eyebrows couldn't help but jump, and he thought to himself: "Brother, you have something! You really learned something."

The referee announced that Meng Tai won, and the whole venue was boiling again.

The disciples of Lie Ri Sect cheered and cheered for Meng Tai's wonderful performance.

Their voices were like waves, one after another, making people feel their excitement and pride.

"Wow, Brother Meng Tai is so awesome!" A young disciple of Lie Ri Sect shouted excitedly, his eyes full of admiration for Meng Tai.

The disciples of Wuji Sect looked depressed, but they were also proud of Wei Sheng's efforts and hard work.

Their eyes were full of admiration and support for Wei Sheng, as if telling Wei Sheng that he was still honored even though he lost.

Having come this far, Wei Sheng would not be ashamed even if he lost.

It was just a pity that the first place award in the competition would be given to the Lie Ri Sect.

Their hearts were full of regret and helplessness, but they also knew that this was the cruelty of the competition. If they were not as skilled as others, what else could they say.

At this time, several elders of the Wuji Sect immediately came to Wei Sheng and asked about his well-being. Their eyes were full of concern and worry.

This is now the treasure of the entire Wuji Sect. Even if they lost the game, there could not be any mistakes.

"Nephew, are you okay?" An elder said, and immediately took out a bottle of fourth-grade elixir and handed it to Wei Sheng.

"It's okay, uncle, but it's a pity that it's still a little short and I failed everyone's expectations." Wei Sheng coughed twice and took the bottle of elixir without leaving a trace.

His eyes were full of guilt and helplessness, as if he was blaming himself for his failure.

"It's good that you're fine. You've tried your best. When you go back, the sect will reward you according to your merits.

Everyone has seen your performance in this competition. It's an honor to lose." The elder said gently, his eyes full of encouragement and support for Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng nodded slightly, "Thank you, uncle."

At this time, Meng Tai on the ring was enjoying the glory of victory. He looked around the whole audience proudly, as if he was already the final winner of this competition.

The enthusiasm of the audience was still high. While cheering for Meng Tai's victory, they also looked forward to the next game.

In particular, the duel between Li Yi and Chen Fan became the focus of everyone's attention.