Chapter Seven, The Arena of Life and Death (Part Two)

Although Zhong Jinkui possessed considerable magical power, he lacked extensive experience in combat. Faced with the desperate close-quarters tactics of the young man, who was willing to harm himself, he was clearly caught off guard. In a flurry of confusion, he attempted to form a spell, but it was already too late. His facial features were even contorted into a grotesque expression of fear.

Only Murong Shuangshuang stood still, her fists tightly clenched, her face unusually pale.

He suddenly struck the jade pendant at his waist, and a sound of dragon roaring echoed. From it emerged a misty silhouette of a white dragon, clawing and pouncing directly towards the blood-red rainbow

At that moment, an unexpected scene unfolded that no one could have anticipated

After the three of them hurriedly reported their grievances to the man in the white robe, they quickly left the arena to seek the clan's healer to reattach the severed arm in a timely manner

A gray light swirled across the surface of the green net, giving rise to numerous gray spikes that fell down fiercely.

It is indeed strange that, whether it is the severed arm or the shoulder of Zhong Yun, the wounds are only a mass of flesh and blood, yet there is not a trace of fresh blood flowing out.

Zhong Jinkui witnessed this scene, snorted softly, and made a series of indistinct hand gestures.

Just as the words were spoken, two figures swiftly appeared, one on the left and one on the right, supporting the handsome young man; they were none other than Zhong Chen and Zhong Tu.

At that moment, a white halo suddenly appeared around the handsome young man, tightening instantly and anchoring his body in place

Swish swish

At this moment, the three magical artifacts that were still battling in the high sky fell to the ground with a "whoosh" sound, having lost the impetus of their master's magical power. The suspended and stalemated green thorn net and blood cloud transformed into specks of spiritual light and dissipated on the spot

Upon observing the situation in the arena, Zhong Jinkui fell to the ground, covering his face with both hands, rolling in agony as if he were a slaughtered pig

The two collateral disciples, who had originally been conversing with her, distanced themselves even further, appearing as if they regarded her with enmity.

"The Golden Shield, this is the Golden Talisman hand-painted by my father, capable of self-activation. Haha, Zhong Yun, you are doomed, kid." Zhong Jinkui, who had narrowly escaped death, laughed wildly with joy.

Although this legitimate son suffered serious injuries, he ultimately did not lose his life, and the healing of his wounds will not affect his future cultivation

Subsequently, the barrier of light surrounding the arena flickered and vanished, and the man in the white robe, with a grave expression, lowered his arm and slowly descended onto the stage.

The man in the white robe in the sky, upon witnessing this situation, had a fleeting glance, and the hand that was originally about to reach out from his sleeve slightly hesitated and retracted back.

"Lao San, you have done well"

A handsome young man was immediately surrounded by a wave of void fluctuations, as green vine phantoms swiftly intertwined and weaved together, transforming in the blink of an eye into a massive green net

At such a close distance, the blood arrow struck firmly on Zhong Jinkui's face with a speed that was faster than the blink of an eye

The handsome young man, who appeared to be gravely injured and devoid of any fighting strength, suddenly opened his mouth and a jet of blood shot out.

Not good

Upon seeing this, Zhong Jinkui was overjoyed. With a flick of his wrist, the copper ring on his finger flashed with light, and a massive crescent-shaped wind blade shot out, aiming to slice Zhong Yun in half as he approached.

"Hmph, for the sake of a competition, you actually resort to such a sinister technique that damages your potential and lifespan. Zhong Yun, even if you have won this match, there will be no future for you. However, this kind of bravery and spirit is indeed worthy of admiration within the clan. Alright, you may go now and reattach your severed arm." The man in the white robe said to Zhong Yun, then pointed at the handsome young man in the air, causing the white ring around him to flicker and vanish.

This caused the two of them to pause and exchange a glance, after which they both broke into wry smiles

Although the handsome young man was enveloped in a layer of white spiritual light, the giant wind blade was evidently extremely sharp. In a flash, it effortlessly severed one of his arms at the shoulder.

The handsome young man, supported by the Blood Burning Technique, continued to draw upon an endless source of magical power, showing no signs of weakening or pausing. With another low roar, he stomped his foot forcefully on the ground, and his figure shot forward like a crossbow bolt, directly charging towards the opposite side.

With a snap!

A cry of despair!

Zhong Yun faced the giant wind blade, his eyes revealing a fierce intensity. With just a twist of his waist, his body slightly shifted half a foot at an incredible angle, showing no sign of slowing down whatsoever

"Chen Ge, what brings you here?" The handsome young man forced a smile upon seeing the two.

Zhong Yun, who had regained his strength to act, looked at Zhong Jinqui on the ground who was still screaming in agony. He seemed unwilling to let it go and wanted to say something, but in the next moment, his figure swayed a few times and he was about to collapse on the arena.

With a loud bang, a golden giant bell phantom suddenly appeared on the surface of Zhong Jinkui's body. When a crimson fist struck it, it exploded with a gruesome splatter of flesh and blood, and even the exposed white bones of the hand instantly shattered into several pieces

Set!

As soon as the phantom of the dragon came into contact with the blood rainbow, it was immediately forced to retreat step by step, its size rapidly shrinking amidst the flickering light.

The outcome of this competition seems to have greatly exceeded everyone's expectations

The youth seized this opportunity, lunging in front of Zhong Jinkui, and shouted "Blood Elemental Hand." In an instant, his other intact arm swelled in size, and a crimson fist struck fiercely towards his opponent.

Go to hell

I ... ...

Zhong Chen nodded while Zhong Tu shook his head and sighed, each expressing different words

After Zhong Yun shot out a blood arrow, not only did his entire aura immediately diminish by more than half, but his face, which originally appeared to be aged, also aged seven or eight years in the blink of an eye. A flash of fierce light appeared in his eyes, and with a movement of his toes, he lunged again at his opponent, driven by the hatred of having his wife taken from him

Upon seeing this, Zhong Yun did not utter a word and tilted his head back, spitting out several bursts of vital blood. With a series of "bang bang" sounds, they exploded one after another, transforming into billowing clouds of blood mist that soared into the sky, preventing the green刺网 from descending.

A thunderous roar echoed like a clap of thunder

The numerous disciples from within the clan on the arena began to murmur again, all greatly astonished by the swiftness and the brutal outcome of this competition

"For a woman, why bother!"

In this way, one can imagine the immense consumption of magical power by Zhong Jinkui, who could only pull out handfuls of various elixirs from his bosom and stuff them into his mouth in a frenzy

The spectators surrounding the arena were already left dumbfounded, most of them deeply shocked by Zhong Yun's ruthless tactics

Then, Zhong Chen released his hand and went over to pick up the severed arm and the long sword artifact from the arena where Zhong Yun was.

At this moment, the white dragon's phantom had already shrunk to only half its original size during the struggle with the blood rainbow

All of this happened in the blink of an eye

Zhong Jinkui witnessed this scene, and his expression turned quite unpleasant. After cursing under his breath, "ignorant of death," he pointed one hand towards the sky. The dark green mountain that had been circling above his head shot out and joined the struggle for the blood-red rainbow.

"Bastard! You actually resorted to the secret technique of self-harming your vital essence. From now on, you are completely finished. But to think you could injure me with such a method is nothing but a delusion." Zhong Jinkui was clearly taken aback that his opponent would immediately resort to desperate measures upon the first encounter; he was first shocked, and then filled with rage.

However, after the Golden Bell's illusory form blocked this fatal blow, it also dissipated and vanished in an instant

The man in the white robe finally glanced at the still screaming and rolling Zhong Jinkui, sighed, and loudly announced that Zhong Yun was the winner of this competition. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a large expanse of rosy light surged forth, taking Zhong Jinkui away directly through the void.

"Floating Net!" With a low shout from Zhong Jinkui, he opened his hand with five fingers spread and pressed against the void opposite him