198: C198 Phoenix Flames Cry the Sky

C198 Phoenix Flames Cry the Sky

The eight arenas are all starting to get exciting fights.

However, Number One and the Ring Eight still appeared calm.

Even Zhan Tianming's previous punch only attracted a small amount of attention. After all, Zhan Tianming's opponent was only an eight star Martial Expert. Even if he were to jump ranks and defeat his opponent, he wouldn't be able to stir up any waves.

This was the place where geniuses gathered.

There were too many of them who could defeat their opponent with a higher cultivation base.

The battle between those Martial Spirit warriors and Martial Cultivator was even more eye-catching.

Zhan Tianming didn't mind it at all.

It didn't matter if he couldn't make a name for himself now. In any case, he would be the one to make a name for himself in the end.

Who would dare to rob him?

Such a cool thing had to be his.

Those who dare to snatch it, step on them all.

With a flash of thought, Zhan Tianming opened the reputation system of the Divine Dragon's Supreme System.

Looking at the description on it, his heart became more and more excited.

"The higher the reputation, the greater the combat strength."

"I wonder how much my reputation will increase after this Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank battle?"

He swept his eyes across his reputation once again.

Two points.

It was simply two points.

Looking at that number, Zhan Tianming felt a wave of displeasure in his heart.

Could it not be one, or three?

Two?

The word two really didn't look comfortable.

Just as Zhan Tianming was thinking this in his heart, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Hey, Zhan Tianming."

"En, who is it?"

Zhan Tianming looked up and saw a young girl of about 17 years old standing on the arena.

The young girl was wearing a red dress, and she looked pretty good. However, it could only be said that she was pretty, and not particularly pretty. However, at such a young age, her chest was already high up, as if it was about to burst from her clothes.

A little lower, a red gauze belt made of pearl necklace outlined her slender waist.

Coupled with a pair of long legs wrapped in red trousers, it was simply a perfect figure.

This...

Sweat! Isn't this girl my beauty, Feng Wushuang?

Why is she standing on the stage?

"What are you spacing out for?" Feng Wushuang asked discontentedly.

"Haha..." Zhan Tianming grinned, "Beauty, long time no see. I really miss you."

"Dingdong! Congratulations to host Zhan Tianming. Feng Wushuang's favorable impression has increased by 1 point. "

Zhan Tianming was stunned.

This was possible?

On the stage, Feng Wushuang looked very satisfied. It was as if she would be satisfied as long as she could hear Zhan Tianming call her a beauty. She even forgot that she was standing on the stage and was in the middle of a martial arts competition.

However...

She then rolled her eyes at Zhan Tianming.

"Hmph! Stinky man, hypocritical."

"You think I don't know? You playboy radish, you've been messing around with that ugly Zongzheng Wanyou all this time. You've already forgotten about me, haven't you? You still dare to say that you miss me very much? "

"Fake!"

"It's so fake."

"Hmph!"

After a light snort, Feng Wushuang swung her head and ignored Zhan Tianming. She walked towards the opponent who had been waiting on the stage for quite a while.

After a moment, her voice was heard.

"Zhan Tianming, don't let me see you on the stage."

"Or else..."

"I will definitely let you have a taste of my power. "

Looking at Feng Wushuang's back, Zhan Tianming suddenly felt a headache.

If he really met Feng Wushuang in the arena, he would win against her. Or would it be better to lose to her on purpose?

Fine! He still hoped that the heavens would bless him and that he would never meet her.

Otherwise...

Zhan Tianming shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

In any case, it was useless for him to think about it here.

He couldn't hide from what he was supposed to encounter.

He shouldn't have encountered it, and he couldn't ask for it.

Just as Zhan Tianming was about to let go of this thought, his eyes suddenly widened.

Damn, it can't be, right?

On the arena.

Baked and bashed...

Baked, bashed, bashed...

Feng Wushuang's body was full of monstrous flames.

"Screech!"

A divine and overbearing fire phoenix flew out from the flames. In an instant, an incomparably hot aura covered the entire sky above the Ring Eight. The frenzied aura kept rising, causing the void to distort. It was all steaming hot air.

Feng Wushuang stood on the arena with her hands on her waist.

Her pair of beautiful eyes stared straight at her opponent.

That was a One-star Martial Spirit, Martial Cultivator. The confidence on his face had long disappeared.

His eyes were filled with fear.

The boundless divine might of the flames had long suppressed Martial Cultivator to the point that he couldn't even breathe.

Sweat poured down from his forehead.

Feng Wushuang did not say anything and walked towards Martial Cultivator step by step.

Her eyes also stared straight at him.

"Don't... Don't come over... Don't come over..."

"You... I... I admit it..."

"You're not allowed to admit defeat!" Feng Wushuang roared.

On the ground!

She rolled up a burst of violent flames and rushed forward.

"Phoenix Flames Cry the Sky!"

"Screech!"

As Feng Wushuang moved, the Divine Might Fire Phoenix transformed from flames... It was so loud that it shook the sky. In an instant, the space seemed to have turned into a world of flames.

Baked, bashed, bashed...

Baked...

Overwhelming flames engulfed the entire arena with a loud bang.

Feng Wushuang and her opponent's figures completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone's heart tightened.

"This is Princess Wushuang's strength? Too... too terrifying!"

"Mommy, is she still human?"

"Worthy of being a genius with a divine object accompanying him. Just this Phoenix Flame is enough to instantly kill countless people of the same level."

"God bless me, please don't let me meet her on the arena."1

"I don't want to meet her either. It's too terrifying."

... ""

As the crowd discussed, the monstrous flames gradually dissipated.

Feng Wushuang pouted her red lips and rolled her eyes at Martial Cultivator, who was scared silly on the spot.

"Tsk, it really can't be scared. It's boring."

Right now, her opponent's entire body was charred black, especially his hair. He had completely become an invincible explosive head.

Black smoke was still coming out from that person's body, even coming out from his mouth.

The two deputy judges of the Ring Eight quickly regained their senses.

Feeling those flames at a close distance, even the two of them felt a trace of danger. Furthermore, the two of them could clearly feel that Feng Wushuang did not use her full strength. Otherwise, her opponent would have died a long time ago.

"Feng Wushuang wins."

"Next match, Lu Shengyun versus..."

The competition continued.

Feng Wushuang clapped her hands and walked off the stage.

This time, Feng Wushuang directly jumped off the stage and stood in front of Zhan Tianming. She looked at Zhan Tianming with a proud expression.

"Humph! If the idiot on the ring is you, I will not show mercy."

Hearing this, Zhan Tianming grinned.

He did not believe it.

Because, just as Feng Wushuang was saying that sentence, the pleasant system notification rang again.

"Ding Dong!"

"Congratulations to host Zhan Tianming, Feng Wushuang favorability + 5."

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