Chapter 1470

Ruthless!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Each of the thirty arenas was assigned to one hundred people.

Currently, there were only four people with a winning streak in the seventh arena. They were Zhuowen, who used the alias Wen Zhuo, Zheng Tang from the Blue Dragon Hall, Shi Yi from the League of Assassins, and Shui Zhe from the Undying Altar.

Originally, there were five people with a winning streak, and the fifth was Wu Lan. However, Wu Lan had just been killed by Zhuowen in the arena.

Everyone in the seventh arena fell into silence at this moment. They looked at the young man standing in the center of the arena with fear and respect in their eyes.

"Who is this Wen Zhuo?

He's so terrifying that he even killed Wu Lan with a single punch. "

It wasn't just the seventh arena. The cultivators in the other arenas also began to pay attention to the situation in the seventh arena.

In the Nine Nether Meet, those who could stand out from hundreds of thousands of people and advance to the top three thousand were all elites among elites. Even if their cultivation wasn't high, they still had the strength to fight above their level.

Moreover, the natural world wasn't vast. Therefore, the cultivators participating in the arena battles in every corner of this world could clearly see the various situations in the other arenas.

Generally, in the arenas, the battles between the strong would attract the attention of many other cultivators.

At the beginning, although the battle between Zhuowen and Wu Lan had attracted the attention of some people, there weren't many who paid attention to it.

However, when Zhuowen casually threw out a punch and instantly killed Wu Lan, the attention of most of the cultivators in the natural world fell on the seventh arena.

"The seventh arena, Wen Zhuo."

Qing Longzi stood quietly in the first arena. His opponent had just admitted defeat. In addition to the commotion caused by the surrounding cultivators, his gaze also fell on Zhuowen, who was in the seventh arena.

In addition, Wu Lan, who had been instantly killed, was a core disciple of the Blue Dragon Hall.

Although Qing Longzi's eyes were as calm as an ancient well, from his slightly clenched hands, one could see that his heart was actually far from as calm as he appeared to be.

Turning his head slightly, Zhuowen's gaze fell on Qing Longzi in the first arena.

Instantly, the two of them looked at each other, and sparks flew between them.

"I'll remember you."

Qing Longzi's mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out. However, Zhuowen was able to read his lips.

Zhuowen just smiled and didn't care too much.

Since he planned to take revenge on the five great forces during the Nine Underworld Conference, he was already prepared for the risk of being exposed.

Now that he was standing out, he would naturally attract the attention of others.

Fortunately, the Nine Underworld Conference was hosted by the Primal Chaos Temple. The leaders of the other forces did not have the right to approach the Nine Underworld Sky Platform. Hence, Zhuowen was not worried about being recognized.

Even if he was recognized, the leaders of those forces couldn't do anything to him.

As for the juniors of the five major forces, there were very few who could threaten him.

As Xiao Chen walked down the arena, the many cultivators below consciously made way for him, their eyes filled with reverence.

He even dared to kill Wu Lan, a core disciple of the Blue Dragon Hall. This young man was definitely an unbridled ruthless person.

At present, no one dared to provoke such a ruthless person.

"Let the battle continue!"

After coming back to his senses, Cao Rong calmly announced the continuation of the competition.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! The competition continued. At present, everyone in the seventh arena had fought close to 35 battles. There were only about 75 battles left.

In the 36st battle, Shui Zhe and Zheng Tang of the Blue Dragon Hall met.

In the arena, the two faced each other. Zheng Tang's eyes were filled with fear as he said, "Brother Shui Zhe, let me have a taste of your strength."

Shui Zhe looked at Zheng Tang indifferently and said, "Brother Zheng, in order to leave you some face, you should admit defeat. Otherwise, you will lose miserably."

Hearing this, Zheng Tang's expression changed slightly. He said with some dissatisfaction, "Although Brother Shui Zhe is a half-Saint, I think I am still qualified to fight with Shui Zhe."

Shui Zhe revealed a subtle smile and said, "Since that is the case, you can make your move."

"Ha!"

Zheng Tang didn't waste any time. He took a step forward, and clusters of green vines immediately surged out from his body like countless green pythons. Zheng Tang had mastered the Law of Wood, the same as Long Tian.

"Be careful!"

As Zheng Tang spoke, he leaped up and stepped on the green vines. The countless disorderly vines intertwined and finally condensed into a giant green dragon.

As the name suggested, many of the cultivation techniques of the Blue Dragon Hall were related to dragons. Therefore, even the attacks of the Law would choose to imitate a giant dragon.

Shui Zhe stood in place with his eyelids lowered. He was as still as a mountain.

The moment the giant green dragon appeared in front of him, Shui Zhe reached out with his right hand. An aura of death lingered, and then a giant hand more terrifying than the giant dragon suddenly appeared behind him.

Boom!

The giant hand grabbed the giant green dragon. The giant dragon was like a small snake. It was pinched by the giant hand and slammed into the ground, causing the entire ground to tremble violently.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread out from the center of the giant green dragon.

On the other hand, Zheng Tang spat out a mouthful of blood and was suddenly sent flying, smashing heavily below the arena.

"Thank you for showing mercy, Brother Shui Zhe!"

Zheng Tang hurriedly got up and looked at Shui Zhe gratefully.

Shui Zhe had held back just now. Otherwise, he would have been seriously injured and not just lightly injured.

Shui Zhe nodded slightly and slowly walked down the arena.

"As expected of the number one genius of the Undying Altar in the Netherworld Realm. What terrifying battle strength."

Everyone below the arena looked at Shui Zhe with fear.

Moreover, everyone began to compare Shui Zhe and Wen Zhuo. If the two of them were to fight, who would be stronger? Thump!

Thump! Thump!

Shui Zhe walked down the arena and went straight to Zhuowen's side. He passed by without stopping.

However, the moment they passed each other, Shui Zhe sent a Secret Voice-sending message to Zhuo Wen, "I'm looking forward to seeing how many moves you can take from me if we meet each other."

Zhuo Wen only smiled faintly and did not reply. Or rather, he did not take Shui Zhe's words seriously at all.

However, Shui Zhe's move just now made Zhuowen a little surprised because he could faintly feel that the law that Shui Zhe grasped was somewhat similar to the law of death that he grasped.

"I've always heard that the Netherworld Realm worships death. It seems that Shui Zhe has grasped the law of death." Zhuowen muttered to himself.

"Number 60, Wen Zhuo."

Cao Rong shouted again, and Zhuo Wen leaped onto the stage again. However, his opponent immediately cowered and forfeited the battle.

Now, Zhuowen was publicly recognized as a ruthless person in the seventh arena. He could even kill an invincible Emperor Lord with a punch. Other than a few people in the seventh arena, the rest did not have the courage to face Zhuowen.

In the next ten matches, Zhuo Wen won very easily. The opponents he chose basically all forfeited immediately, so Zhuo Wen directly reached a 45-win streak.

"Number 60, Wen Zhuo against number 09, Zheng Tang."

It was Zhuowen's turn again for the 46st match. However, when Cao Rong made the announcement, many people below the arena fell silent.

The scene of Wu Lan being killed by Zhuowen with a single punch was still vivid in everyone's mind.

Zheng Tang was Wu Lan's senior brother. Now that the two of them met, the surrounding atmosphere immediately became a little strange.

Zheng Tang's face was a little purple, and his eyes flickered. Speaking of which, when he looked at the young man in front of him, the scene of Wu Lan's death naturally appeared in his mind.

However, Zheng Tang was a little unwilling to forfeit immediately, so he decided to throw down a few harsh words first before forfeiting.

"Wen Zhuo, you killed my Blue Dragon Hall's people. You might be safe in the Nine Netherworld Assembly now, but when the Nine Netherworld Assembly ends, it will be your death."

"Also, don't have any thoughts of getting lucky. In the Nine Netherworld Realm, our Blue Dragon Hall is the strongest force. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will still be wanted by our Blue Dragon Hall and be captured."

Zheng Tang stood proudly. Perhaps because he was relying on the name of the Blue Dragon Hall behind him, he was not as afraid as he was at the beginning when he faced Zhuowen.

After all, the Blue Dragon Hall was a colossus, and Wen Zhuo was just a small wandering cultivator.

However, Zhuowen did not pay attention to Zheng Tang at all. He turned his head to look at Cao Rong and said indifferently, "We've stood on the arena for long enough. We should start now, right?"

Cao Rong was startled, then revealed a playful smile and said, "Of course we can start."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Wen took a stride forward, and he shot violently towards Zheng Tang like an ethereal wisp of smoke.

Zheng Tang did not even have time to react and was stunned on the spot.

When he saw Zhuowen rushing towards him without any restraint, especially when he saw the dense killing intent in the latter's eyes, extreme fear rose in his heart.

Of course, his battle instincts made Zheng Tang release the Law of Wood at the first moment and surround his body.

"I forfeit …"

The intense fear caused Zheng Tang's mind to go blank. The scene of Wu Lan's death constantly reverberated in Zheng Tang's mind, causing his body to stiffen.

However, before Zheng Tang could finish his words, he felt something coming from his chest. Then, he was shocked to discover that a fist had unknowingly landed in front of his chest.

Pfft!

Zheng Tang spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his internal organs were being overturned, and the blood in his body flowed in reverse.

He even had great doubts in his heart. Wen Zhuo was clearly dozens of meters away, so how did the latter arrive in front of him in the blink of an eye?

"I forfeit, I forfeit!"

Zheng Tang did not care about his face as he screamed. The fear of death filled his entire mind, and he did not hesitate to shout out the words he felt ashamed of before.

"You've lost."

Zhuowen completely ignored Zheng Tang's screams. The Law of Fire spread from his fist and entered Zheng Tang's body.

With a miserable howl, Zheng Tang's body was wrapped in nine-colored flames.

When the howl came to an abrupt end, Zheng Tang disappeared, leaving behind a pile of black ashes.

Hiss! Hiss!