Dream Picking Records

Number Two clasped his fists politely, but Shi Shi stood there shaking his legs with disdain.

Everything is mutual. Seeing this, No. 2 was no longer polite. He took out a slender soft sword and stabbed at the opponent's throat with strange and erratic movements like a snake.

Shi Shi remained unmoved. He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and spiritual energy flowed out of his body, transforming into a huge red bronze bell that protected him.

"Ding." A crisp metal collision sound was heard, and a gap was pierced in the bronze bell, but that was all. The flowing spiritual energy quickly repaired it, and the bell became round and flawless again.

Shi Shi stood inside the clock, his arms folded across his chest, allowing No. 2 to attack.

In a room behind the scenes of the duel arena, a gray-clad servant flatteringly handed brewed tea to a middle-aged man who was sitting in a chair watching the game.

"President, the young master has cultivated this martial art to the highest level, and no one of his generation can break it!"

"Yeah." The middle-aged man drank a sip of tea with satisfaction. "Is there any problem with the personnel for this competition? I spent a lot of money to invite some famous people from nearby to watch the game."

"President, rest assured. We have checked all the participants and none of them are particularly famous. We can easily win with the methods we have."

Man No. 2 in the field attacked fiercely again, breaking a small piece of the bronze bell with the tip of his sword. Just when everyone thought he was overestimating himself, Man No. 2 used the tip of his sword as a fulcrum to spin in the air. His spiritual energy was continuously transmitted to the tip of the sword through the medium of the soft sword.

Sizzle, sparks flew everywhere where they touched. This was a contest between a sharp spear and a solid shield. Shi Shi's pupils shrank slightly, and he increased his spiritual power to repair the bell. In the end, the healing speed of the bronze bell surface could not keep up with the damage caused by the high-speed rotation, and the cracks became more and more dense. With a bang, the bronze bell shattered. Number Two was also repelled by the impact of the explosion. Although he broke the bell, he also tried his best and his breath was unstable.

The people on the stage watched with great interest and cheered for both sides.

Some people at the front desk were surprised that this person could actually break through Shi Shi's defense. They had also heard of the name Shi Chen Qian Zhong, which was a rare defensive method in the He Dao realm.

"I heard that there was a bandit group nearby that had been doing evil for a long time. They were cunning and hard to find. All of their members were killed by a single sword. The method used was somewhat similar to the one in front of me."

"That's right. Their two leaders are also in the late fifth level of Guiyuan. They are roaming around everywhere, causing the city lord a lot of headaches."

"Ask him afterwards. If he did it, you can recruit him into the guard team as captain."

After the dignified-looking man spoke, the people around him nodded and followed his orders.

"You make me angry."

Shi Shi was very unhappy when he heard many people cheering for the unknown man in front of him. He couldn't let others steal the limelight in today's competition which was actually hosted by him. Although his defense was broken, he still had many moves that he had not used.

"Flames engulf heaven and earth." Endless flames enveloped the entire arena. Although protected by a defensive array, many people still felt the heat wave and sweated unconsciously.

There was a vacant space in the center of the powerful flame, like the huge mouth of a fire monster, swallowing No. 2 into its mouth.

Number Two was at the center of the attack, bearing the greatest pressure. The blazing flames were baring their fangs and claws, trying to melt him. Circles of spiritual energy flowed out of his body to block the erosion of the heat wave. The flames in the sky did not break through the water curtain of Number Two for a while, and the two were in a stalemate and constantly offset each other.

When the last spark splashed to the ground, No. 2 appeared in the audience's field of vision in a slightly embarrassed state. Seeing that the other party was fine, Shi Shi's body was launched like a cannonball, and his hand turned into a black seal, slamming towards No. 2.

Number Two's block was obviously a bit strenuous. Shi Shi exerted force again, and there was a click. He showed pain on his face, and quickly swung the soft sword to create distance. The spiritual energy flowed in his broken arm to repair the injury.

The president and servants in the backstage breathed a sigh of relief. The unknown No. 2 breaking the red bell really scared them, but fortunately that was the limit of No. 2. As for the audience in the stands, they felt sorry that the drama of the casual cultivator counterattacking and defeating the proud son could not be staged.

Shi Shi used the same trick again, and the black seal blew down at his face like a millstone. Number Two narrowly avoided it but was kicked again. Number Two fell to the ground with broken ribs, barely supporting his body with his right hand, and blood splattered all over his clothes.

"Not dead yet!"

The opponent was like an indestructible cockroach, which made Shi Shi extremely angry. He suddenly jumped up, and the seal enlarged in the air, casting a shadow that covered the body of No. 2 and was about to smash him to pieces.

"Cough cough."

Shi Shi looked at the host of the duel and immediately understood that this was his exhibition match today and he had to show himself well. It was absolutely not right for him to cause a death in the first match. Shi Shi quickly stopped his hand, fell beside No. 2, bent down and helped him up. Although he was reluctant, he still forced a smile.

"In the first game, number one wins!" the middle-aged man who hosted the game stepped forward and announced.

Number 3 and Number 4 were both at the perfect fifth level of Guiyuan. Both sides were evenly matched, and their spiritual energies collided in the air to create brilliant light. In the end, Number 4 won with one move, and the spiritual long sword hit Number 3's back to win.

When it was Wang Xiao's turn, he did not put "Myna" down, which was a naked provocation in the eyes of No. 8.

"It seems that we must teach this kid from the second level of Guiyuan a lesson. He really doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is." Number 8 stood on the stage and stretched his body, making a crackling sound. He turned his head and looked at the host, "Is it okay for me to roast this starling?"

Seeing Wang Xiao's unique behavior, the host shook his head and said, "It's not against the rules..."

Feng Tingjun remained silent, unusually, and stood on Wang Xiao's shoulder without moving.

The audience in the stands discovered that there was actually someone at the second level of Guiyuan who signed up to participate in the competition. Although the rules allowed it, he was facing contestants of lower realms, so he was already at a disadvantage in terms of realm, which made people curious.

At the start of the game, No. 8 drew a circle with his hands, and countless spiritual energy halos flew out. Wang Xiao stretched out his right palm, and as he swung it, spiritual armor emerged and took them all.

"It's okay, take my Dragon Snake Palm." Seeing that Wang Xiao blocked it easily, No. 8 stopped trying. With a low dragon roar, a dragon snake as thick as a bucket took shape.

Wang Xiao remained silent throughout the whole process, and calmly cut the dragon snake into pieces with his palm like a knife.

Except for number eight, everyone on the stage was surprised and wondered if the two people's realms were swapped, as they resolved the moves so easily.

Wang Xiao stood where he was and had no intention of attacking, which made No. 8 see it and feel ashamed.

"My last move. If I can't defeat you, I lose!"

Seeing that the other party agreed, No. 8 released all the spiritual energy in his body and concentrated it at one point above his head. Countless spiritual energy was compressed into a round little ball.

"I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, otherwise you can't blame me even if you die." Number Eight was obviously confident in his attack.

Wang Xiao saw how he used his spiritual energy, and his eyes lit up. He compressed and condensed the spiritual energy he absorbed with the help of the acupuncture vortex, while the other party compressed the spiritual energy after releasing it as a means of attack. It was simple and crude.

Seeing the other party's excited look, No. 8's faith moved, and the ball slowly floated towards Wang Xiao.

Although his realm was suppressed, the opponent was a genuine fifth-level Guiyuan master after all. He did not get cocky. After feeling the amazing energy fluctuations of the ball, he used the strongest defense he had at the moment. The Xuanwu chapter was activated, and the thick black Xuanwu shell wrapped Wang Xiao. Under his cover, the shell took on the appearance of a black-armored war turtle.

The round ball exuded a dangerous aura, seemingly slowly, but in fact it arrived instantly. Facing Wang Xiao's defense, it was like a red-hot metal ball that could melt all the ice. Unfortunately, Wang Xiao's shell was not an ice cube, so no matter how much he output, he could not penetrate it. He ran out of energy when he destroyed half of the depth of the shell.

"The blood purity of the Black-armored War Turtle is not good enough, and the degree of cultivation of the Black Tortoise Chapter is not enough." Wang Xiao reflected.

Even though his strongest method didn't work, No. 8 didn't stop. He took out a giant axe and chopped at his shell.

"I knew people like you talk like farts."

Wang Xiao took out Frost and chopped at the giant axe with both swords, the concentrated coldness made his movements sluggish, and then kicked him away. The powerful kick made him faint on the spot.

When the audience saw that Number Seven actually succeeded in defeating his superiors, they couldn't help but cheer for him.

The servant in the backstage was in a difficult situation now, and was also kicked over by the president.

"Is this the result of your detection? How many people of the same realm can withstand the attack of No. 8 kid?"

"This is not..."

"If you dare to talk back, I'll kick you again."

The servant ran away in panic, explaining, "These people are really unknown! I didn't expect that there would be such outrageous casual cultivators."