Chapter 34: Ghost God Shi Daoren

Although his whole body seemed to have turned into steel, Armor King's speed was astonishing, like a breeze, floating in front of Iron Hand in an instant.

The next moment, his right leg swept horizontally, the speed so fast it seemed to disappear.

B-Rank Martial Art—Shadowless Leg!

Seeing this scene, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Fang Xing's forehead.

Because he knew that if Armor King used this move, he would definitely not be able to block it.

The other party's leg was too fast, too strong... even the whole thigh seemed not to have a leg bone.

Bang bang!

Facing Armor King's leg technique that seemed to melt into the wind, Iron Hand only made a very ordinary move, which was to block!

Blocking the mechanical arm on the right in front of him.

Slap!

The next moment, it was like an iron whip hitting a shield, and the violent metal collision sound resounded through the arena.

The ear-piercing sonic boom made all the spectators feel a stinging pain in their eardrums.

Fang Xing was fully focused, watching the two figures changing positions constantly in the arena.

Crack!

Countless forces overflowed, making cracks appear on the edge of the arena.

"These two Unpolished Jade Realm martial artists can be considered the top among Unpolished Jade martial artists, right? Maybe they can challenge some weak Fourth Realm?"

A thought suddenly floated in his heart.

"Your leg technique, I've already grown tired of watching it."

The next moment, the mechanical martial artist Iron Hand, who had been defending and forced into the corner of the arena, had a trace of ferocity on his face.

Sizzle!

On his mechanically crafted right arm, in the middle of the palm, a blade suddenly emerged.

Cold light flashed, landing on Armor King's leg whip, rubbing out a long string of sparks!

Armor King immediately jumped a distance away, staring at Iron Hand vigilantly.

"It appeared, Iron Hand's blade!"

The master of ceremonies shouted excitedly.

"Is this fighting match serious? One side can directly show weapons? Too unfair, right?"

The yellow-haired Hao Chi waved the betting ticket in his hand, his eyes somewhat red.

He had placed a heavy bet on Armor King!

"Idiot... Armor King is also an ability user. Under the steel skin, the whole body counts as a weapon, so why ban it?"

A female white-collar worker next to him sneered: "There has never been absolute fairness in the world..."

Hao Chi was originally somewhat in the wrong, but glanced at the betting ticket in the other party's hand and immediately couldn't stand it: "You who bet on Iron Hand, don't talk to me..."

Inside the fighting cage.

Iron Hand raised his right-hand blade: "Die!"

In an instant, Fang Xing saw a blade light!

This blade light was sharp, pure... and seemed to carry a certain inexplicable realm!

Even if it was just a simulated realm, it was enough to shock every spectator!

"Is this the 'one blade in hand, no ghost or god remains' of Ghost God Shi Daoren?"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up.

Wasn't he here to watch the blood cage fighting for this?

"Indeed... not killing... if I have to say it, it's more similar to 'confidence,' but also contains killing..."

Silently feeling this realm, Fang Xing immediately had some ideas about entering the door of 'Ghost God Shi Daoren.'

"Sure enough, the martial way still needs a good teacher. If a teacher who is proficient in Ghost God Shi Daoren demonstrates it personally, the effect would definitely be better than this... but now..."

Although he sensed the realm in the battle once, Fang Xing knew that he still couldn't enter the door by relying on this!

And at this time, his gaze had already been attracted by this brilliant and crazy blade light.

Just by watching, he was subdued, so what about Armor King who was facing this blade light?

The next moment, Fang Xing saw it.

Armor King was grinning in the blade light: "I knew long ago that your killing move is Ghost God Shi Daoren... but unfortunately, my ability has just evolved to the second stage, I can resist it... and you, can you resist my 'Heaven-Extinguishing Earth-Destroying Leg'?"

Almost at the same time as speaking, on Armor King's body, the originally steel-colored skin changed again!

Under the skin, diamond-shaped scales emerged, like a scale armor suit, carrying unparalleled defensive power.

Not only that, Armor King himself was like a poisonous dragon, soaring into the sky in the blade light, his legs like poisonous dragon fangs, falling crazily.

A realm not inferior to Ghost God Shi Daoren emerged, carrying a meaning of extinction, sweeping the arena!

A-Rank Martial Art—Heaven-Extinguishing Earth-Destroying Leg!

"Damn, Iron Hand is going to lose!"

The female white-collar worker who spoke before wailed, angrily tearing the betting ticket in her hand.

"Haha... Armor King, go!"

The yellow-haired Hao Chi saw this scene and shouted excitedly.

Then...

Fang Xing saw a blade light.

This blade light was not brilliant, but quite pure, directly slashing open countless leg shadows, heavily slashing on Armor King's chest.

"Impossible!"

Armor King roared, the black iron scales on his body seeming to actively gather towards his chest, turning into one heart-protecting mirror after another.

But it was useless!

No matter how many iron armor scales there were, they were all slashed open under that blade light in the end.

The blade edge was chilling, cutting open the skin and flesh, letting blood flow, leaving a deep-to-the-bone wound on Armor King's chest.

"Shi Daoren way, must be indomitable!"

Iron Hand stood in front of the fallen Armor King, his expression firm, saying lightly.

"Ah ah ah!"

The audience at the scene screamed as if crazy, and that female white-collar worker was almost on the verge of collapse: "Iron Hand, you donkey egg... although you won, my betting ticket has already been torn!!"

The yellow-haired Hao Chi next to him heard this, suddenly felt much better, and felt that this female white-collar worker looked quite pleasing to the eye.

He stepped forward, wanting to say something more, but was grabbed by the head by the female white-collar worker and kissed fiercely...

'Well, this kind of environment is indeed very suitable for venting...'

Fang Xing looked at the arena again, finding that someone was carrying Armor King off the stage, and there was a doctor treating him.

'Clearly, the fighting arena wouldn't deliberately damage such experts, handing the right to life and death to the customers... at least, only true 'VIPs' can...'

Fang Xing looked at all this, suddenly feeling somewhat listless, walked out of the fighting arena, and prepared to wait for the bus to depart.

He didn't have the strength to leave the black market on his own at night!

"Guest enjoyed it?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

Fang Xing turned his head and saw 'Meat Bun' Zhang Jiarui, who was still dressed as a bunny girl, her purple eyes deep.

"Why? You don't go to serve the guests?"

He pointed to the now lively fighting arena.

"I am also serving the guest..." Zhang Jiarui licked her lips. Her tongue was very short, pink and tender, inexplicably charming.

"Uh, no need, thank you."

Fang Xing waved his hand. Anyway, before arriving at the destination, he didn't plan to get off the bus.

"That's a pity, I hope Iron Hand's performance tonight can satisfy the guest."

Zhang Jiarui got off the bus and walked towards the fighting arena.

Fang Xing gazed at the other party's back, and suddenly his eyes condensed.

A security guard in a black suit was welcoming Zhang Jiarui into the fighting arena, even bowing slightly, looking very respectful.

And that security guard seemed to be the client manager who was responsible for escorting the car before!

Seeming to have discovered his gaze, Zhang Jiarui finally looked back and revealed a playful smile.

'It seems that this Meat Bun's background is not simple... actually acting as a welcoming waitress, playing the pig to eat the tiger?'

Fang Xing closed his eyes, not thinking much.

After all, the Blood Cage Fighting Arena looked like it had a very hard background, so it shouldn't be easily provoked.

However, he finally saw the simulated realm of 'Ghost God Shi Daoren' tonight, so he needed to grasp it well.

"A-Rank martial arts are through meditation, hypnosis... so that ordinary Third Realm martial artists can simulate a trace of realm power in advance!"

"One blade in hand, no ghost or god remains?"

"First meditate, then hypnotize yourself, approaching this kind of realm... when you can slightly simulate a prototype, it should be the entry of Ghost God Shi Daoren. Next, you can consider the stages of Ghost Slaughter, God Slaughter, and Fighting Ghost God..."

"I didn't obtain the teaching by word and deed of an excellent teacher, and I have to explore by watching the battle. I don't know Demonic Shi Daoren, so it will be very difficult at the beginning..."

Fang Xing sighed secretly.

Just as he was pondering the meditation method of 'Ghost God Shi Daoren,' passengers gradually sat on the bus, all of whom were customers of the fighting arena.

After the fighting ended, they would be sent back to the station where they came today, and then return to their homes, continuing to be corporate slaves tomorrow.

Fang Xing looked around and found that many people were missing.

Clearly, these guys were hooked by tonight's fighting, and wanted to play in the black market for a while longer.

After all, the entertainment venues here were stimulating beyond imagination.

'I wonder how many can live until tomorrow?'

Fang Xing just glanced at it, then stopped thinking about it, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Boom!

Not long after, the car engine started, and the bus drove away slowly.

Qinglin Marketplace.

Ding-character area number fifty-seven shack.

Basement.

Fang Xing sat cross-legged, his hands forming a strange hand seal.

According to the theory of meditation, the ten fingers of the hand are keys to open the heart, so different hand seals often have different effects.

Forming a seal at this time helps meditation.

"No thought, no mind, no thought..."

Gradually, Fang Xing's mind sank, and his heart was clear.

Following that, he started to contemplate the blade Iron Hand swung that he saw before!

One blade in hand, no ghost or god remains!

Tick!

In an instant, his calm 'heart lake' rippled, the originally clear lake water instantly turned pitch black, and countless miscellaneous thoughts swarmed out!

"No..."

Fang Xing opened his eyes, one of which turned blood red.

He forcibly calmed his mood, then shook his head: "Without the mastery of demonic nature from the Demonic Shi Daoren, I have heart demons in this first pass, and I can't get past it at all..."

Glancing at the attribute panel, he found that it was the same as usual, with no extra columns, which made Fang Xing very helpless.

If even the attribute bar couldn't go up, and no blood bar was shown, then it really couldn't be grinded... ===== CHAPTER 35 =====

If even the attribute panel can't be accessed and no health bar is displayed, then it's truly impossible to grind...