Martial Arts Immortality: Awakening the Three Colors of Domineering at the Beginning

"Come on, Qian Feng! Defeat him!"

"You have to fight for your reputation!"

Time passed, and several hours had passed.

Ye Wen had fought more than 30 games in a row and defeated many opponents.

The one he was fighting now was already a high-level demon-slaying guard.

As expected, his Observation Haki progressed to more than 60.

[Observation Haki (Primary): 64.52%]

"Look, that guy can't hold on!"

"As expected of Qian Feng, the quick gun, this quick gun is simply superb."

"That guy can hold off Qian Feng for so long, he really has some skills!"

Below the ring, everyone praised and criticized.

On the ring, Ye Wen could hardly suppress the corners of his mouth.

High-level demon-slaying guards basically opened up seven meridians and were martial arts masters of the late seventh rank.

Unfortunately, in front of him, they were no different from larger experience packs.

Although his cultivation was only at the sixth level of the seventh rank, the fighting methods provided by the observation Haki were enough to allow him to fight against opponents of higher levels.

And he would become stronger and stronger as he fought.

A few minutes later, as he continued to show weakness, Qian Feng's fighting power was also exerted to the limit, providing him with a full 2.3% progress.

Bang!

With a light sound, Qian Feng stood up in a mess in the smoke and dust.

At this time, the surroundings were silent, and looking at the figure of the young man on the ring, they could not help but be shocked.

I thought this person was a young man from a noble family who came to gild himself, but I didn't expect that he was actually a martial arts genius.

"Haha! Senior Brother Qian Feng, thank you for letting me win. If you hold on for a while, I might be the one who loses!"

Ye Wen looked at Qian Feng under the ring with a smile on his face.

However, this expression, in the eyes of everyone, was even more annoying.

"Do you want to rest?"

The gray-clothed old man asked again.

This time, Ye Wen nodded.

On the one hand, as a high-level demon-slaying warrior, each of them has very good strength, and can basically fight against opponents of higher levels.

On the other hand, he has fought more than 30 games in a row, and his physical strength is a little exhausted.

In addition, the strong men under the ring have basically been picked by him, and if they want to fight again, they can only wait for others to come.

Gulp!

After swallowing a Tongmai Pill, his physical strength recovered rapidly.

A moment later, a man ran over from a distance.

"Let me, Song Yu, see who is being presumptuous!"

With a loud shout, the man has jumped onto the ring.

He stared at Ye Wen with wide eyes, with a little anger in his eyes.

"Brother, it's this guy, help me teach him a lesson!"

"It's Song Yu, he's one of the top 30 high-level demon-slaying guards, his strength has reached the seventh level and the eighth level, he's just about to open up a heavenly vein and enter the ninth level."

"Now, let's see how this kid should deal with it."

Looking at the person coming, Ye Wen's eyes condensed.

As the battle continued, he got more information from the people around him.

As Chiyu City is a big city, the Demon Slaying Division is the first force among them, and there are as many as 3,000 demon-slaying guards.

And the demon-slaying guards are ranked according to their strength.

Among them, most of those who have reached the late seventh level, that is, the seventh level of the seventh level, and opened up seven veins are high-level demon-slaying guards, and there are as many as 300 of them.

And being able to rank among the top 30 in this group of people, you can imagine how strong they are.

"Finally, someone who can fight has come!"

Looking at the other party, Ye Wen was delighted. Using his domineering aura, he could tell that this person was a super experience pack compared to the previous ones.

"Fight!"

With a fighting spirit in his eyes, Ye Wen rushed forward without saying anything.

"Your fighting method is crude and not worth mentioning. With your strength, how can you stand up to now?"

Song Yu snorted coldly and kicked out with a sharp wind.

"Wind-breaking leg technique! Well-deserved reputation!"

"Of course, my eldest brother has practiced the leg technique to near perfection. How can ordinary people compare to him?"

Amid the praises of the crowd, Ye Wen and the other person quickly fought.

After a short confrontation, Ye Wen felt a sharp pain in his leg.

Not only was the opponent's strength amazing, but his leg technique was even more sharp. He turned to attack by picking flaws.

When the opponent reached this level, he could only see a few illusory leg shadows with his observation and domineering aura, and could not see any flaws.

"Very good, if you want to continue the fight, you have to show some skills."

With a thought, Ye Wen used the Armament Haki when he attacked for the second time.

Bang!

The two fought again. This time, although Ye Wen took a few steps back, he didn't feel anything.

Because at the moment of collision, he had covered the attack point with Armament Haki.

"Huh? What's going on? How come this guy is as strong as iron."

Song Yu's heart trembled.

His kick had a force of tens of thousands of pounds.

JustConsidered as opponents of the same level, the opponent's face at least changed after this kick.

But the boy on the opposite side was indifferent at this time.

But before he could think clearly, Ye Wen had already rushed over.

So the two fought again.

Time passed, and after half an hour, Song Yu collapsed on the ground, holding his thigh and rubbing it constantly.

On the other hand, Ye Wen just swung his legs easily and made standard movements.

"Brother Song Yu, thank you for letting me!"

Under the ring, everyone was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Ah! Why are you pinching me?"

"See if I'm dreaming!"

"Then pinch yourself!"

"I'm afraid of pain!"

"Bullshit, am I as strong as that kid?"

Amid the discussion, Ye Wen sat down and rested with his legs crossed, and continued to wait for the next opponent.

Among them, he looked at the system panel casually, and his heart was even more ecstatic.

【Observation Haki (Primary): 70.37%】

This person alone provided more than five points of Haki progress, which was much stronger than the group of idiots before.

"You actually lost!"

Someone walked slowly onto the ring.

"That kid is very weird, you should be careful."

"No problem!"

The man was dressed in black, and his eyes were full of contempt when he looked at Ye Wen.

"It's the Broken Mountain Fist King Zheng, the third-ranked senior martial arts guard, and he is only one step away from opening the Heavenly Veins."

"I heard that he has practiced the seventh-grade martial arts Broken Mountain Fist to perfection."

"I don't believe that kid can hold on."

Listening to the discussion of the crowd, Ye Wen stood up.

"Please!"

"One punch!"

In response to Ye Wen's salute, the man spoke indifferently.

Boom!

With a bang, the man appeared in front of Ye Wen, and delivered a cold punch with a terrifying aura.

"Try!"

Ye Wen hurriedly crossed his hands and blocked his chest.

Bang!

With a loud noise, Ye Wen retreated rapidly, retreating more than ten steps.

"What a strong force."

"Huh?"

Seeing that Ye Wen could still stand, the man's face darkened, and he approached again and punched him.

"Nothing more!"

Seeing the man punching again, Ye Wen sneered.

Although the opponent's punch was fast and powerful, he was protected by the Armament Haki, and this attack was just like tickling.

It was a little embarrassing.

However, for the sake of the Observation Haki, this grievance had to be endured.

Time passed, half an hour later.

The man in black looked at the bloody fist and said nothing.

Ye Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.

"Brother! Thanks!"