Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Lang Ye clenched his fists, cast a grateful look at Zhou Yiqiao, then resolutely stepped onto the ring to prepare for the final competition.

At the other end of the ring, Tieying was already waiting there, with a confident smile on his face and his eyes revealing the arrogance of a man who was sure of victory.

When Wolf Night appeared, the arrogance in Tieying's eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of contempt.

"I thought you would be too scared to come."

Tieying taunted.

Lang Ye did not respond, but just stood quietly on the ring, adjusting his breathing and state, trying his best to maintain the most perfect state.

Following the order from Elder Yan Feng, the competition officially began.

Tieying's body flashed and instantly turned into a black shadow, rushing towards Langye.

His speed was astonishingly fast. He arrived in front of Lang Ye almost instantly and punched Lang Ye in the chest.

Although Lang Ye was prepared, he was still shocked by Tieying's speed.

He quickly performed the Moon Shadow Step, and with a flash of his body, he barely avoided the Iron Eagle's attack.

But Tieying's fist still brushed past his shoulder, leaving a deep mark.

Zhou Yiqiao stood under the ring, watching with trepidation.

Although he had expected Tieying to hold back, he never expected that this opponent had hidden such profound strength.

In the following battle, Tieying completely gained the upper hand. Every attack of his hit Wolf Night accurately, beating him back step by step.

Although Lang Ye tried his best to fight back, Tie Ying was obviously stronger and his attacks could always easily break through Lang Ye's defense.

The fighting between the demon tribes was all about physical combat, and after half an hour, Wolf Ye's skin was torn and his physical and spiritual strength had reached the limit.

Finally, when his spiritual power was not circulating quickly enough, Tieying found Langye's weakness and punched him hard in the chest, knocking him out and falling to the edge of the ring.

Lang Ye felt his internal organs churning, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He struggled to stand up, but the severe pain in his body made it difficult for him to move.

Tieying walked up to Lang Ye and looked down at him, his eyes full of pride and contempt.

"You lose, Wolf Night."

Tieying said with a sneer.

"I saw your human adviser said a lot to you off the stage. You should know that from the beginning, you had no chance of winning."

Lang Ye gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, using all his strength.

"Why? Why were you shielded until the finals?"

A cunning smile appeared on Tieying's lips. He bent down, leaned close to Lang Ye's ear, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Because my Iron Wing Clan and the Great Elder of Qinjian Villa have a secret spiritual herb smuggling business."

"Due to some reasons, this smuggling route has been blocked over the years, and the Great Elder has lost a lot of profits because of this."

"In order to maintain the safety of this trade route, the Great Elder found the Flame Scale Demon King on the stand and asked the Flame Scale Royal Family to marry our Iron Wing Clan with a plant of 'Nine-turn Resurrection Grass' as a betrothal gift, and to protect the safety of this smuggling trade route in the future."

"And it just so happens that this 'Nine-turn Resurrection Grass' can cure the Flame Scale Demon King's old illness, which is a temptation that the Flame Scale Royal Family cannot refuse."

"So, the Flame Scale Demon King took advantage of the situation and used the son-in-law selection ceremony as an excuse to protect the talented son of my Iron Wing Clan, that is, me, Iron Eagle, all the way to the finals."

"Only if I win the final victory can the Flame Scale Demon King obtain the 'Nine-turn Resurrection Grass' from the hands of the Great Elder. Why do you think the Flame Scale Royal Family is protecting me?"

Tieying's words were full of pride and arrogance, and he seemed to be enjoying Lang Ye's desperate and helpless expression.

"Damn it!"

However, to Tieying's surprise, he did not see the despair and submission on Lang Ye's face as he had imagined.

On the contrary, for some reason, an even more intense fire burned in Lang Ye's eyes. It was a fire of indomitable spirit, unwillingness, and anger after the truth was revealed.

A powerful force surged in Lang Ye's body, and his bloodline power was completely stimulated at this moment.

He felt that his injuries were recovering rapidly, and his spiritual energy was circulating wildly in his body, as if an infinite force was supporting him.

Lang Ye used all his strength to stand up from the ground, clenched his fists, and smashed directly into Tieying's face.

Tieying was shocked by Langye's sudden change and took a step back, feeling an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Lang Ye did not give Tieying any chance to react. He flashed and rushed in front of Tieying in an instant like a flash of lightning.

He concentrated all his strength and spiritual power into his fists and punched at Tieying one after another.

Although Tieying reacted quickly, Langye's attack speed and strength were far beyond his expectations.

He could only barely resist, constantly retreating, completely losing his previous composure.

Every punch of Lang Ye carries the essence of the blood power of the Sky Demon Clan, every punch is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and every punch is filled with the desire for victory.

His attack was like a violent storm, continuous and without stopping, not even giving Tieying any chance to breathe.

On the ring, the figures of the two people intertwined, the air made a roar due to the fierce collision, and the dust and spiritual power fluctuations intertwined into a chaos.

Panic finally appeared in Tieying's eyes. He tried his best to keep his footing, but Langye's attack was as fierce as the tide, one wave higher than the other, almost suffocating him.

"This is impossible! How could you still have such power?!"

Tieying roared, his voice trembling with despair.

Lang Ye turned a deaf ear and even forgot Zhou Yiqiao's advice to maintain his composure. He punched Tieying in the face again and again, venting his anger.

Perhaps it was a hundred punches, or perhaps even a thousand punches. Tieyi's protective spiritual power was completely defeated. A crisp sound of broken bones was heard from his chest, and the whole person was knocked out of the ring like a kite with a broken string.

Lang Ye stood on the ring, panting, his body had reached its limit.

He looked down at the stage, where Zhou Yiqiao was looking at him with admiring eyes, and the audiences were looking at him with surprised eyes.

Finally, after hearing the elder of the Flame Scale Royal Family hesitantly announce his victory, Lang Ye could no longer hold on and fell straight onto the ring.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao hurriedly jumped onto the stage, holding up the Yuqing Lingyan in one hand and pressing the other hand on Lang Ye's dantian. Spiritual power flowed into Lang Ye's body through Zhou Yiqiao's palm like a trickle.

Although Zhou Yiqiao had tried his best, Lang Ye had almost drained every inch of strength from his body. It would be a fantasy for Zhou Yiqiao alone to help Lang Ye fully recover in a short period of time.

"He is too seriously injured. Let me take care of it."

Just when Zhou Yiqiao was at a loss, a deep voice sounded in his ears.