Chapter 308: Fire Qilin Enters the Arena

What a Zhao Ruiling!

Body like a goshawk, fist like a meteor.

Duan Tianhuo and Wang Yuyi, who were fighting fiercely, had to divide their attention to block him.

In a moment, the three figures had fought into a ball.

On the sand dune, the commentary continued.

"Everyone, everyone, the latest addition to the Heaven's Pride Battle is the Fire Qilin from the Divine Beast Sect. Fire Qilin is at the bottom of the Heaven's Pride List; if he wants to advance further, he must first defeat the Little Zhurong and Jade Proud Dragon in front of him. Look, as soon as Fire Qilin entered the battlefield, he summoned his personal battle beast, the Fire Qilin, and man and beast are fighting side by side..."

"Everyone, everyone, the battle situation has had the latest change; the bottom of the Heavenly List, Fire Qilin, has erupted, and he successfully punched the Jade Proud Dragon blocking his path to the ground. Jade Proud Dragon spat blood and fell to the ground, climbing three times without being able to get up..."

"Surprise attack, surprise attack, surprise attack, Zhao Ruiling succeeded, Fire Qilin has made a contribution. Just at this moment, Little Zhurong fired a Bing Fire Spirit Arrow from the side. Zhao Ruiling dodged it, Fire Qilin's defense was successful. Don't give Little Zhurong any chance. The great Divine Beast Palace's Zhao Ruiling, the great Divine Beast Palace's Fire Qilin, they have inherited the glorious tradition of the Divine Beast Palace, the glorious tradition of beating a dog in the water. At this moment, they are possessed by gods, at this moment, they are not fighting alone. Long live Zhao Ruiling! Long live Fire Qilin! Long live the Divine Beast Palace!"

The commentary stopped abruptly.

In the astonished eyes of the melon-eating spectators, Zhao Ruiling's body drew an arc in the sky and made perfect intimate contact with the ground.

Wang Yuyi, who had been lying on the ground at death's door, now stood up with a carp-like leap.

Faking death succeeded, one strike hit the mark.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his disheveled long hair, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

Ten meters away, Duan Tianhuo was spitting fire and burning each other with the Fire Qilin.

One spat Qilin True Fire, the other spat Three Flavors True Fire.

A glimmer of light flashed in Wang Yuyi's eyes.

Truly a good opportunity.

He pinched his fingers and chanted the true incantation.

Before long, a white ice dragon poked its head out from his waist.

"Flying Dragon in the Sky!"

The ice dragon roared and charged into the night sky, its sharp dragon claws shining brightly under the moonlight.

The ice dragon charged into the clouds and disappeared into the vast night.

The melon-eating spectators looked at each other in dismay.

What the hell is this Jade Proud Dragon guy doing?

Having the magic power to pull off such a flashy move, it would be better to hurry up and finish off the man and beast in front of him.

Just as everyone was puzzled, the commentator behind them spoke again.

"It's going to hail, everyone hurry and hide."

His voice had just fallen when a clattering sound came from the sky.

Immediately following, hailstones the size of bowls smashed down from the sky, covering their heads and faces.

The melon-eating spectators cried for their fathers and mothers, holding their heads and scurrying away.

Zhang Xingyu saw the opportunity early, and a bright protective shield had already appeared above his head.

This was a shield he formed using a high-grade spirit talisman, with a defense power of 5000+.

Zhang Xingyu believed that a few hailstones wouldn't be able to break it.

Sure enough, the hailstones smashed onto the shield, and the shield only shook before stabilizing again.

Zhang Xingyu felt relieved.

He looked up at the mid-air.

In the night sky, that piece of crystal-clear snowflake was still drifting gently in the distance.

Above the snowflake, a crystal-clear umbrella was suspended.

The hailstones smashed onto the umbrella, emitting a clinking sound.

Just like a silver bottle suddenly breaking and water splashing, iron cavalry charging out and swords and spears clashing.

Zhang Xingyu's gaze swept past the snowflake and looked toward the center of the battlefield.

There, ice mountains were like rain, and true fire was like pillars.

These hailstones were as big as small mountains.

The hailstones kept smashing down from the night sky, leaving deep pits on the ground.

Duan Tianhuo and the Fire Qilin dodged while spitting fire.

Of course, their true fire was all spat toward the ice mountains.

Ice and fire intersected, and smoke rose.

The melon-eating spectators, after their panic, stared at each other with wide eyes.

"What's going on?"

"What's the situation?"

"Who won and who lost?"

At this time, the commentator's voice sounded again at the right time.

"Dear audience, the battle situation has changed again. Wang Yuyi successfully faked death and punched Zhao Ruiling, who had the victory in his grasp, away. Then, he launched his long-famous big move, Flying Dragon in the Sky..."

"Now, the battle has entered a stalemate. Little Zhurong and Fire Qilin are joining forces to resist the big move launched by Jade Proud Dragon. Little Zhurong's body is surging with fierce fire, and fire phoenixes are flapping their wings and flying high. Fire Qilin opened its mouth and spat out raging flames. At this moment, it has forgotten its master; at this moment, it is a warrior."

"Boom!"

The commentator's voice had just fallen when a flash of fire flew up from the battlefield, kicking up a sky full of sand and dust in the distance.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Zhang Xingyu heard bursts of gasps.

His heart was also greatly shocked.

The one who was just knocked away was clearly that fire-surging Fire Qilin.

At this moment, Wang Yuyi was standing at the edge of the battlefield, pinching his fingers and chanting incantations.

The one who knocked away the Fire Qilin naturally couldn't be him.

Then, the only person on the battlefield capable of knocking away the Fire Qilin was Little Zhurong Duan Tianhuo.

Is this guy Duan Tianhuo brain-damaged?

Although the Fire Qilin is also his opponent, having the Fire Qilin there at this moment clearly helps him share some of the pressure.

At this time, the volunteer commentator once again cleared up the doubts for everyone.

"Dear audience, the battle situation has changed again. Little Zhurong punched away the Fire Qilin who was fighting side by side with him. He has the pride of a Heaven's List powerhouse; he wants to fight Jade Proud Dragon alone."

Zhang Xingyu looked at the thin and tall commentator.

This guy had a thin face, high cheekbones, thin lips, and a pointed chin—a typical sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face.

A talent!

Zhang Xingyu muttered secretly.

Just then, his sleeve was tugged.

Zhang Xingyu looked at the old beggar beside him.

The old beggar was tugging at his sleeve and kept winking at him.

What does that mean?

At this moment, Demon King Hali's voice came into his mind.

"Zhang Xingyu, that Fire Qilin is seriously injured. Why don't we go and catch it to roast it? Using your Eastern demonic beast meat for barbecue must be very delicious."

Zhang Xingyu looked at Demon King Hali and found her looking at him with full expectation.

Catching a Heaven's List powerhouse's battle beast for barbecue—this matter is too risky, but it seems very interesting.

Zhang Xingyu looked at Zhao Ruiling, who was lying motionless at the edge of the battlefield.

This guy wouldn't be faking death again, would he?

If this guy is really faking death, then if we eat his battle beast, wouldn't we be forging a life-and-death enmity with him?

He was hesitating.

The fierce fighting sounds in the distance suddenly stopped.

In the center of the battlefield, the smoke dissipated.

Little Zhurong Duan Tianhuo stood in the center of the battlefield, leaning on his long sword.

He was scorched and battered, his clothes were tattered, his feet were shaking like a sieve, and his body was swaying.

Clearly, this guy's spiritual power had been exhausted.

Jade Proud Dragon Wang Yuyi stood at the edge of the battlefield, head held high and chest out.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, his clothes neat and not stained with a speck of dust.

He looked at Duan Tianhuo opposite him with the eyes of a victor.

"Admit defeat, Duan Tianhuo. If you are willing to admit defeat, I will spare your life."

"F*** your mother, if you want me to admit defeat, you're dreaming!"

Responding to Wang Yuyi was Duan Tianhuo's heaven-shaking roar.

"Then go to hell!"

A ferocious look appeared on Wang Yuyi's face.

Light flashed in his hand, and a miniature ice dragon about a foot long flew out from his hand, fiercely pouncing toward the exhausted Duan Tianhuo.

"Duan Tianhuo, die!"

A trace of a strange, warm smile appeared in Duan Tianhuo's eyes.

Instantly, a feeling of ominousness arose in Wang Yuyi's heart.

Immediately following, his chest felt a pain, and his person had already shot into the night sky like a cannonball. ===== CHAPTER 309 =====