Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 42 He hasn't come out yet? The will of terror!

When Wang Meng thought that he would be under Qin Hao's feet forever, he suddenly felt extremely awkward and unwilling.

This unwillingness was like a raging fire, raging wildly in his heart and making him unable to calm down for a moment.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his teeth were chattering, as if he wanted to crush all the resentment in his heart.

No!

Wang Meng gritted his teeth, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he also rushed into the Langya Trial Tower.

The moment he was defeated by Qin Hao, he had already lost all his face. He used to be very famous in the Holy Land of Langya. Wherever he went, he was the object of everyone's admiration and was an outstanding figure in everyone's eyes.

But now, he was defeated by a rookie and unknown Qin Hao, and he could not swallow this humiliation no matter what.

"If I were to be surpassed by Qin Hao in my first entry into the tower in the Langya Ranking, wouldn't that be a huge loss of face?"

Wang Meng was thinking as he fought hard in the tower. He used all his strength in every move, as if he wanted to vent all the frustration in his heart through killing.

An hour and a half later, Wang Meng walked out with a face as pale as paper.

Seeing Wang Meng's appearance, the disciples around him couldn't help but take a step back.

Wang Meng's clothes were tattered. The originally neat and straight clothes were torn to pieces by the beast's sharp claws. The strips of cloth fluttered helplessly in the wind, just like his shattered dignity.

His body was covered with crisscross wounds, some of which were so deep that one could almost see the bones. Blood kept flowing out, staining his body red.

His eyes were filled with fatigue, a deep, unspeakable feeling of powerlessness, as if all his strength had been drained from him.

"How does Qin Hao rank?"

Wang Meng asked in a hoarse voice. His voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat with a slight tremor. Every word seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength.

"Brother...Qin Hao...is still in the tower."

A disciple answered, his eyes full of disbelief, and he was obviously deeply shocked by Qin Hao's performance.

"Qin Hao hasn't come out yet?"

Wang Meng couldn't believe it. He opened his eyes wide, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. His tone was full of shock and unwillingness. He couldn't believe what he heard.

He hasn't even been here as long as Qin Hao?

Wang Meng's eyes were bloodshot and his eyeballs were bulging. He looked very scary, like a wounded beast, ready to fight a final desperate battle at any time.

Wang Meng gritted his teeth and rushed in again, regardless of his extreme physical weakness and mental exhaustion.

He had only one thought in his mind, that is, he must not let Qin Hao surpass him and must not let his dignity be ruthlessly trampled upon again.

He told himself that no matter what the cost, even his life, he must persevere.

He wants to prove himself and take back the glory that belongs to him.

Two hours later, Wang Meng came out again. His face was even paler, without a trace of blood, like a piece of white paper.

His body was shaky, as if it would collapse at any second. Every step he took seemed extremely difficult, and his legs kept shaking, as if they could no longer support the weight of his body.

He gasped for air, and each breath seemed extremely heavy, as if he was trying desperately to suck all the air around him into his lungs. At this time, Wang Meng's eyes were already a little blurry, his vision became blurred, and the world seemed to have lost focus in his eyes.

But the obsession in his heart still supported him from falling. It was a spirit of not admitting defeat, an adherence to dignity, and a desire to surpass himself.

However, when Wang Meng turned his head, he suddenly burst into a roar.

"He hasn't come out yet?!"

Wang Meng's voice was filled with shock and anger, and it seemed to break through the sky and shatter the tranquility around him. His face was filled with anger, unwillingness and disbelief, and all his emotions completely erupted at this moment.

Afterwards, his body could no longer support itself, and he fell unconscious as if his spine had been pulled out. His body hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment. Their eyes moved back and forth between the unconscious Wang Meng and the inside of the trial tower, their faces full of astonishment, caught off guard by this sudden change.

They looked at the unconscious Wang Meng. His pale face was bloodless and his weak breath was like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time, which made people feel pity.

Looking at Qin Hao who was still in the trial tower, he could only shake his head and call him a madman!

At this moment, the old man guarding the tower slowly walked over and waved his hand. A soft light fell on Wang Meng, slowly healing his injuries.

"Alas, my state of mind is still flawed." The old man shook his head and sighed.

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Langya Trial Tower is known as the most dangerous place in the Langya Holy Land. Every level here is like an unknown abyss, full of unpredictable challenges.

Every step forward could be a decision between life and death.

The taste of death that the Trial Tower makes people experience is like a sharp needle, deeply hurting everyone who has tried to enter the Trial Tower.

That kind of pain is not only physical trauma, but also deep torture to the soul.

Countless geniuses who had entered the Langya Trial Tower were unable to withstand this kind of double psychological and spiritual torture, and eventually fell into madness and turned into a lunatic.

Their experience in the tower became an eternal nightmare, destroying their will and faith.

The Langya Trial Tower has several floors, and the first floor is called "Stand Alone Against Thousands of Enemies".

Thousands of bloodthirsty beasts that had experienced the bloodbath in hell crushed everything like a surging tide. They were like demons from the dark abyss, baring their fangs mercilessly and pouncing on every trialist who entered. Their ferocious momentum was terrifying.

The bloody figure moved flexibly among the army of ferocious beasts, and the blood light it raised from time to time was like lightning, extremely dazzling.

Qin Hao didn't know how many times he had died. Every death was like a baptism of the soul. However, even so, his will never wavered for a moment. That firm belief was like a burning flame, burning more and more vigorously.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing 50000 kills in the Xiantian realm! Reward: kill points."

After hearing this voice, Qin Hao still did not relax at all, because he knew clearly that this was just the beginning.

He wants to gain more power in this tower to make himself extremely powerful.

Only in this way can he gain a foothold in this world, protect himself, and... get back everything he has from those people!
Qin Hao's body was covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood. The bloodstains were like blooming flowers, telling of the cruelty of the battle. But his eyes were still as bright as stars, flashing with determination.

kill!

(End of this chapter)