Fantasy: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

"Next person!"

On the ring, Jiang Heng shouted.

"I come!"

Feeling that he had figured out Jiang Heng’s path, another young man signed up and jumped onto the ring.

“Zhong Zimo, the ninth seat of Tianjian Sect, comes to challenge!”

Jiang Heng waved his hand and said casually: "Come on!"

This contemptuous gesture made Zhong Zimo's face darken involuntarily.

He swung his long sword, and a sharp red sword energy suddenly shot out, slashing towards Jiang Heng's position from a distance.

“You want to deal with me with just sword energy?”

Jiang Heng sneered and clapped his hand casually.

 The innate energy of the Xiantian realm is released outwards, although the killing distance and range are extremely excellent.

 But its lethality, due to loss in transmission in the air, is obviously inferior to the infuriating energy directly enveloped on the long sword.

Therefore, generally speaking, attack methods such as sword energy and knife energy formed by the outward release of true energy are generally used to clean up miscellaneous soldiers, or as a supplement to combat methods.

 When the actual combat power is not much different, the main focus is on fighting each other at close range.

 “Buzz!”

The moment the sharp sword energy struck Jiang Heng's palm, it suddenly disintegrated into light spots, and then completely dissipated into nothingness.

 “It’s still too weak!”

Jiang Heng grinned and moved, chasing Zhong Zimo who was already preparing to move around him.

In just an instant, Jiang Heng had already caught up to the opponent and punched him unceremoniously.

 “Such a fast speed?”

 Zhong Zimo couldn't help but his expression changed drastically.

He hurriedly raised his sword, clenched it with both hands, and slashed out.

Jiang Heng's fist did not change at all, hitting the sword blade straight.

 “镪!”

 A strange and powerful force suddenly erupted in Zhong Zimo's body.

 His hands became weak and his sword flew away.

Everyone in the audience could not help but widen their eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.

"How is it possible? How strong is that kid?"

“I had a head-on confrontation with a treasure-level sword, but it was unscathed and even caused Brother Zhong’s sword to fly away.”

“Isn’t this guy too strong?”

 The eight people in the viewing area also looked solemn.

 At this time, no one is absolutely sure.

Because of the opponent's powerful physical defense, even the tenth seat cannot break through the defense. Who can guarantee that his explosive power will be much stronger than that of the tenth seat?

 Not to mention defeating the opponent, even breaking the defense is a difficult problem.

 In the arena.

The moment the long sword in Zhong Zimo's hand was blown away.

 Jiang Heng's strength exploded directly inside his body, and all the muscles and bones were temporarily paralyzed and out of control, causing his body to freeze for a moment.

"Oops!"

 Aware that he was temporarily unable to control his body, Zhong Zimo couldn't help but look horrified.

“This is the direct reason why Senior Brother Fang failed just now!”

Sure enough, just as he feared, Jiang Heng took advantage of this moment to take another step forward.

 The right fist moved forward again and hit his chest.

He could clearly feel that his ribs were broken, his organs were damaged, and a huge force was acting on his body.

 He couldn't help spitting blood from his mouth and flew out upside down.

 There was silence once again.

"Next person!"

Jiang Heng shouted again.

The audience below the ring turned their attention to the eight people in the viewing area, especially the indifferent young man in front of them - Wu Mingxuan.

 Including the other seven people in the viewing area, they also looked at Wu Mingxuan silently.

 At this point, no one dares to underestimate Jiang Heng anymore.

 Even the ninth and tenth seats were killed instantly, and everyone else who takes the stage is very likely to fail.

As for the challenger from Da Luo Sect, his target is Wu Mingxuan, so there is no need for others to take the risk and take the field for him.

 You can save some face by not playing.

Once you are defeated on the field, it will inevitably become a stepping stone for the opponent to become famous.

So, it’s up to you, Wu Mingxuan, to deal with this situation yourself!

No matter whether you can defeat him or not, at least let him consume something and let everyone see the opponent's true identity. Only then can the wheel battle be won.

 Yes, now everyone is not sure whether Wu Mingxuan can win.

 After all, they are both in the top ten, so the strength gap between them is not that big.

If the tenth seat was instantly killed before, it might have been due to carelessness. Then the ninth seat was killed again just now, which can only be a reflection of strength.

 Jiang Heng definitely possesses the top level of strength in the Xiantian realm!

 Under the gaze of everyone.

Wu Mingxuan slowly stood up.

“You are worthy of being a talented disciple of Daluo Sect. Since you have defeated two people and proved your strength, then, I accept your challenge!”

 He jumped up and landed opposite Jiang Heng.

The long sword was unsheathed and he looked at Jiang Heng intently.

 Like everyone else, he does not think he is sure of victory, so he must not underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

Especially, the other party's paralyzing method made him quite afraid.

 Every confrontation must be done with extreme caution.

 “Are you Wu Mingxuan?”

 “That’s right!”

Jiang Heng smiled, hooked his hand casually, and said, "Come here!"

Wu Mingxuan was not at all angry at his gesture.

 In a close battle, mentality is one of the biggest factors that affects the outcome of the battle.

He swung his long sword, and a sharp red sword energy flew out of the air.

Jiang Heng moved his feet, facing the incoming sword energy, and rushed straight forward, as if there was no obstacle in front of him.

His left hand casually clapped, and the moment the sword energy landed on his palm, it tried to invade his body, but it could not penetrate into his skin at all, let alone invade his body.

With one palm strike, the sword energy instantly disintegrated into tiny red light spots, and then turned into nothingness.

Jiang Heng's figure did not pause at all, he continued to rush forward and punched out.

Wu Mingxuan had been prepared for a long time. When there was no time to make a move, he dwarfed his body and suddenly dodged to the left and front.

 At the same time, the long sword shrouded in rich zhenqi slashed towards Jiang Heng's side.

Wu Mingxuan's movements were extremely fast, and his figure almost turned into a phantom.

Jiang Heng's movements were also not slow. He missed a punch and immediately turned around and grabbed it with his right hand.

 He used his fleshy palm to directly grab the treasure-level sword that was slashing horizontally.

Wu Mingxuan immediately sheathed his sword, moved out of the way again, and tried to attack from another direction, giving Jiang Heng no chance of direct contact.

The two men were moving around on the ring, like two intertwined phantoms, silently entangled with each other.

The audience below was talking a lot.

"This kid is too difficult to deal with. His body is so strong that long-distance attacks with sword energy are completely ineffective. He can only fight in close combat."

“But in close combat, there is a magical method that can paralyze people and defeat their opponents instantly.”

“Even Senior Brother Wu can only roam around and fight, not daring to collide with him head-on.”

“The key is that his physical skills seem to be no less than that of Brother Wu.”

“With the cultivation level of Zhenqi Realm, it is unprecedented to be able to achieve this level!”

 “I heard he was only in his teens…”

"terrible!"

 Everyone has lost their initial disdain, and some people have begun to lament Jiang Heng's strength and talent. However, after all, Jiang Heng is his opponent, and it is impossible for everyone to praise him so much.