C1033 Get off the Fighting Stage
C1033 Get off the Fighting Stage
"Thank you for not killing me!"
The remaining young man, Martial King, cupped his hands at Ye Feng and said. After saying this, he wanted to step off the stage.
"Stop right there!"
However, before the young man could walk far, he heard a cold voice coming from behind him. The young man who was at the third level of the Diaspora was startled. He immediately stopped walking.
He couldn't help but have an ominous premonition. He turned his body slightly and looked at Ye Feng nervously. He asked, "Is there anything else, sir?"
"Didn't you hear that I told you to get lost?"
Ye Feng's eyes swept across the young man with the Diaspora and said coldly.
His words immediately caused the eyes of many people to freeze. They had never thought that Ye Feng would make such a request. It sounded like he had gone too far.
This was not only an insult to Wang Sancheng, but also an insult to the entire Diaspora.
Therefore, after Ye Feng said those words, the young man's eyes sparkled, and his facial expression turned ugly. His voice trembled as he said, "Don't you feel that your request is too much?"
Ye Feng looked at the young man with a sneer and said, "If you feel that it's too much, you can totally not do as I say. However, I have to warn you, don't think about playing any tricks. I guarantee that I can send you to hell before you play any tricks! Including admitting defeat! "
Ye Feng's words were cold and full of confidence. He had made it very clear that even if this young man admitted defeat, he wouldn't have the chance.
He would kill this young man before this young man could do anything. How confident would he be if he said those words?
Many people's eyes sparkled. They had never thought that Ye Feng would be so arrogant. One should know that he was facing a Third Grade Martial King.
Upon hearing this, A third level Martial King youth's body couldn't help but tremble. His eyes couldn't help but meet with Yu Ye Feng's. Seeing Ye Feng's indifferent eyes, Young Powerful, who was at the Third Level of Martial King, felt a wave of uncertainty in his heart.
He felt an inexplicable fear from somewhere, as if what Ye Feng said was true. His fate was firmly in Ye Feng's hands.
"Martial King, you are only at the third level. Why are you afraid of him? It's simply a disgrace to my Diaspora!"
On a grandstand, the Diaspora flashed with an extremely cold light in Elder's eyes. He couldn't help but roar at the young man who was at the third level of the Diaspora, Martial King.
When he saw Elder speak, the expression of the young man who was at the third level of the Diaspora instantly became even uglier. For a moment, he didn't know what to choose.
"I will only give you three breaths of time. You can decide whether you want to get lost or not!"
Seeing that this person was hesitating, Ye Feng impatiently reminded him again.
When he saw that Ye Feng wasn't willing to give in at all, a struggle appeared on the face of Martial King, who was at the third level of the Diaspora.
Looking at the cold gaze that Ye Feng threw at him and the sharp gaze that was as sharp as a knife, the mental defense of this Third Level Martial King began to collapse bit by bit.
When the time for three breaths was up, Martial King's body fell to the ground and rolled towards the edge of the fighting stage bit by bit.
"Tsk tsk!"
Upon seeing this scene, a mocking smile emerged on many people's faces. In order to protect their lives, this Third level Diaspora, Martial King, had actually given up his dignity and tried to get off the fighting stage after hearing Ye Feng's words. This really surprised many people.
"What a waste! My Diaspora doesn't have a disciple like you!"
Seeing this extremely humiliating scene, the Diaspora Elder on the viewing platform immediately slammed the table and stood up. His face was filled with shame and anger, and his eyes were filled with ice-cold killing intent as he looked at Ye Feng.
"Plop!"
Almost at the same time, the crowd heard a dream. The Diaspora Martial King's body fell down from the edge of the fighting stage, and landed heavily on the ground.
At this moment, the way many people looked at Ye Feng couldn't help but change. He no longer looked at Ye Feng with contempt, but instead, he looked like he was looking at someone with the same lustre.
In this cruel world, when one's strength was above all else, once one controlled a power that no one else could control, they would involuntarily receive the respect of others.
Just like Ye Feng at this moment. Previously, many people had mocked him because his cultivation base was too low.
These people thought that Ye Feng was trash and that he was only here to make up the numbers by participating in the Building Conference. However, they never thought that Ye Feng would have such a terrifying ability to jump ranks and challenge others.
Because it was a chaotic battle, many of the battles on the fighting stage were still very intense. This battle determined whether or not they could advance to the next round of the competition.
Therefore, everyone on the fighting stage worked extremely hard, trying their best to eliminate others and leave themselves behind.
There were only a few existences that no one dared to provoke, including the son of City Lord of Feng Lan City, Feng Lanjiang, the Sun Moon Sword Sect, the Top Heaven's Pride and the Six Desire Immortal Palace, Top Genius, and Zi Donglai, the four top figures in the younger generation of the Wind Mist Realm.
Even people like the Golden Dragon, who were at Han Tiankui's level, were rarely provoked on the fighting stage. Those who fought were more willing to find weaker opponents to fight.
Therefore, the stronger the opponent, the more free they would be on the fighting stage.
After Ye Feng finished off the four great Young Powerful, no one dared to take the initiative to approach Ye Feng anymore.
This allowed Ye Feng to enjoy the benefits of not having to fight.
The leader of the group was on the other side of the fighting stage, but one of them was extremely outstanding. This person had the cultivation base of a Third Grade Peak Stage, but when faced with a cultivator of the same cultivation level, it was as easy as chopping melons and cutting vegetables.
He was extremely strong. More importantly, it seemed like he didn't intend to hide his true strength. As soon as he stepped onto the fighting stage, he took the initiative to attack the people around him. This caused many people to be afraid of him, and they didn't want to get close to him.
This man was Yi Tianlong, the son of the City Lord's Mansion from the Leaning on the Sky City. Although Yi Tianlong came from a remote Leaning on the Sky City, there was no doubt about his talent and combat strength.
In the entire Feng Lan, he was considered to be at a relatively high level. However, due to the remote location of the Leaning on the Sky City, very few people in the Wind-Mist City could recognize Yi Tianlong.
Besides Ye Feng, only Shi Cheng, Shi Qing and Father and daughter were the most familiar with Yi Tianlong.
"Dragon is really powerful!"
Looking at how Yi Tianlong was slaughtering everyone on the fighting stage, Shi Qing's beautiful eyes sparkled. A gratified smile emerged on her beautiful face, as if she was happy for Yi Tianlong's power.
"Indeed."
After listening to his daughter's words, Shi Cheng couldn't help but nod his head and said, "This is also the reason why I urgently want to marry you to this man."
When Shi Cheng spoke, he revealed a proud expression. Yi Tianlong's strength proved that he had a very unique vision.
Yi Tianlong felt extremely proud when he felt the respectful gazes of the people around him. When he attacked, he could do whatever he wanted.
Those who were at the top enjoyed the treatment of not fighting and enjoying the result. Naturally, no one was willing to take the initiative to attack him.
Under this cruel rule, experts were constantly eliminated. There were even some who were not able to transport them in time and killed them!
This caused the expressions of those who saw this scene to change. The Building Conference could be considered as a top tier Martial Arts Feast in the entire Wind Mist Realm, and casualties were unavoidable.
However, when they personally saw experts being killed from time to time, they could still deeply feel the cruelty of the Building Conference.
"Trash, I'll give you some time. Enjoy your last moments first. Later, if I meet you in a round, I will personally kill you! "
Seeing that no one else dared to recruit Ye Feng, the golden dragon couldn't help but walk towards him. He looked at Ye Feng with a mocking gaze and said.
In his point of view, he could admit defeat in this round. Eliminating Ye Feng so easily wasn't enough to satisfy the golden dragon's desire. He didn't wish for Ye Feng to see the sun tomorrow.
Therefore, he could only let Ye Feng live until the next round.
"You still have so much nonsense to say!"
Ye Feng sneered at the golden dragon and said sarcastically.
"Whatever you say. He is a man who is about to die anyway!"
The golden dragon didn't seem to mind Ye Feng's words and said coldly. After that, he saw the golden dragon step away and let out a wild laugh.
The entire fighting stage was still enveloped by the violent destructive power. Various attacks were flashing. Some strong cultivators had even summoned their own Battle Spirit in order to defeat their opponent.
The Battle Spirit was the innate talent of cultivators. Even though these people had already reached the level of Martial King, the Battle Spirit still carried their strongest offensive power.
Some high level Battle Spirit even had the ability to destroy the heavens and earth. Once it was released, it wouldn't cause any major problems.
The attacks were extremely violent. Many experts were continuously eliminated by those terrifying attacks. The previously crowded battle platform gradually calmed down.
The number of people drastically decreased. There were no weaklings left on the fighting stage.
Finally, the Shenden Tower Elder gave the order, and the people on the fighting stage stopped fighting one after another.
Their eyes sparkled as they looked at the surrounding crowd. There were exactly five hundred of them. In other words, in this round of battle, nearly four thousand experts had been eliminated. It could be said to be quite cruel.
And those experts who had remained on the fighting platforms in the end, the nervous expressions on their faces immediately eased up. Had they finally made it out?