C53 (1/2)

At the same level, martial artists that cultivated high level techniques were many times stronger than martial artists that cultivated low level techniques.

Without a doubt, Zheng Yan had encountered a situation where his cultivation technique had been suppressed.

Indeed!

Just as Su Ling was distracted by his thoughts, Zheng Yan unleashed his full strength 'Earth Splitting Palm', fiercely striking the young man's hot magma like fist.

BOOM!

Soon after, a terrifying explosion was heard.

Smoke and dust rose from every corner of the arena.

Through the smoke and dust, everyone could vaguely see a figure falling down towards the arena. The figure was rather fat, and it was none other than Fatty Zheng.

”Tsk tsk, I'll cripple you.”

In the instant that Fatty Zheng was sent flying, the youth that was as agile as a skinny monkey snorted coldly. With a fierce expression, he charged towards Fatty Zheng.

”You, you …”

Fatty Zheng had yet to fall down to the arena. In other words, his battle with the young man was still continuing.

If that young man really crippled him at this moment, the only thing he could do was to be crippled for nothing, as he had no way to use the Sword King Pavilion to seek revenge on that young man.

”You damned fatty, if I have to blame you, I can only blame you for being that bastard's good friend!”

A pair of cunning eyes were filled with ruthlessness. The skinny monkey-like youth rushed to Fatty Zheng's side, his right hand curled into a fist and the profound energy within his body condensed into burning hot magma.

Looking at the fist that was hot as lava, Fatty Zheng's eyes were mournful and he felt a deep sense of despair, but he didn't show the slightest sign of weakness.

Su Ling was not a trash, and not a bastard. He was Fatty Zheng's good friend. This had never changed in Fatty Zheng's heart.

”If you have the guts, then just smash laozi to death. Otherwise, when laozi recovers, laozi will definitely kill you.”

Fatty Zheng coughed out blood, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. He stared coldly at the young man before spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the young man's face.

”That damned fatty!” ”Die!”

Fatty Zheng spat a mouthful of blood on his face. The young man's anger reached its peak as he punched fiercely towards Fatty Zheng's head.

But right at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the arena and directly grabbed onto Fatty Zheng's clothes, pulling him down from the arena.

”Fatty Zheng, I'm here to save you.”

A familiar voice sounded in Fatty Zheng's ears.

Fatty Zheng crashed onto the ground with a ”boom”. The puddle of fat on his body almost fell apart.

”Fuck, laozi is still fighting, what are you doing here?”

Fatty Zheng, whose entire body was in incomparable pain, endured the pain with an ugly expression on his face. He stared at Su Ling and shouted.

”Pah!”

At this moment, Su Ling was too lazy to explain anymore. She directly slapped on Fatty Zheng's shoulder and said, ”I understand.”

Fatty Zheng was silent. He suddenly turned his head around, and the flesh on his face instantly shook.

Looking at Fatty Zheng's actions, Su Ling could not help but smile. He knew that Fatty Zheng was not angry, but he could not easily forgive that young man.

Immediately, Su Ling's face darkened. His eyes were as cold as ice. He stared at the skinny monkey youth and coldly said, ”I admit defeat in his place.”

”Hmph, who do you think you are?”

The skinny monkey-like youth coldly snorted.