Martial Ruler

0"That's right!" Faang Lei was very careful with his words. However, even with just one word, the air in the entire competition arena had become extremely cold. Everyone's breathing became sluggish for a moment.    1

    

Obviously, Faang Lei's words were enough to intimidate the entire audience. Some of the teenagers who were ready to go on stage withdrew their weapons, slowed down their flying posture, and quietly dived into the crowd.    

    

They seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. This wasn't something the nine powers wanted to see. What they wanted was more members of the younger generation fighting to the death in the arena so that they could reap the benefits from it. Faang Lei's appearance instantly disturbed their overall plan. Soon, one of the men from the other forces stood out and loudly argued, "Don't believe him, everyone. He is a swindler. I've seen the real Faang Lin. He definitely isn't one. He just wants to scare everyone!"    

    

However, Faang Lei did not explain anything. Instead, he indifferently turned his head towards the disciple with the most powerful Assembly of Mercenary who was clamoring, and said: "Do you think it's possible for you to come up and give it a try?!"    

    

"Pah!" Faang Lei's solemn words were like a punch to the face as he gritted his teeth all over the ground. He couldn't even say anything as he gloomily retreated into the crowd.    

    

"Clang!" The Seven-layer Sword heavily landed in the competition arena. Faang Lei casually reached out his right hand and placed it on the sword hilt, then lazily said to the injured Liu Yu Ting: "Are you really that stupid? If you go all out here, when will you see the disciples of the nine great forces appear? Once all of your lives are over, there will not be many decent opponents for you in World Competition, so I advise you to go home and farm as soon as possible before you die! Because you are so stupid! "    

    

"You!" Liu Yu Ting wanted to argue, but when he thought about it carefully, it was just as Faang Lei had said: the nine great forces were only watching from the beginning to end, yet they avoided fighting at all costs. There was indeed a problem, so he cupped his hands towards the nine great forces and said: "I, Liu Yu Ting, am still somewhat aware that I am no match for Faang Lin.    

    

With that, Liu Yu Ting dragged his injured body off the stage and stood quietly by the side with the rest of the people who were touched by Faang Lei's words, staring at the direction of the nine great forces, eagerly waiting for them to send out their experts.    

    

Nothing was out of Faang Lei's expectations, none of the nine forces spectating the scene had any decent strength. After being questioned by Liu Yu Ting, they immediately revealed all sorts of ugly expressions, but in order to hide their face and show that they weren't the hypocrisy that Faang Lei spoke of, Assembly of Mercenary had taken the initiative to send a disciple with strength at the fifth level of Fighting Cultivator.    

    

Faang Lei did not even want to know the name of a disciple from Assembly of Mercenary. He only made a "please" gesture, and with a ferocious attack, he instantly pressed down from the top of the mountain. This disciple of Fighting Cultivator level 5 was not even able to block a single move from Faang Lei, but Faang Lei held him by the throat and raised him high in front of everyone.    

    

Faang Lei threw away the corpse in his hand and slowly wiped it with the brocade handkerchief. As he wiped it, he said: "Those who are at or below the fifth level of Fighting Cultivator, do not need to come up. Those at or above the fifth level, as long as you are not dead, I will admit defeat!"    

    

"Shua!" Everyone's attention was on the crowd. Every time someone stared at them, they would immediately shout, "What are you doing? I'm here to watch the show!" It was obvious that no one wanted to compete with Faang Lei!