2470: C2470 Ancient Genetic Warrior

C2470 Ancient Genetic Warrior

"Damn it, how does this smile look familiar!"

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating?"

The two young girls who were serving were puzzled. Eagle Devil shook his head and looked away from Ye Hong.

He looked at the nine elders who were in the middle of a dark tide. He said lightly, "I won't say any more nonsense. Everyone will judge your performance."

The rules that Eagle Devil spoke of did not seem to be rules. They were the rules of this competition.

In one arena, the nine great poison elders could go up at any time.

A one-on-one fight, a group fight, it was up to anyone to choose.

As for the final position, there were naturally some evaluations in the hearts of so many people who were watching.

Eagle Devil also had a corresponding scale in his heart.

Such a primitive and barbaric style was in line with the style of the Seven Poisons Cult.

"Then, who will go on stage first?"

Eagle Devil's eyes swept across the stage, carrying an unrevealing pressure.

The nine elders were all eager to give it a try.

Everyone knew that the first one to go on stage would definitely increase their points in the eyes of the many "judges" present.

Even Su Cen, who had always been cunning and calculating, could not wait to stand up and prepare to go on stage.

However, just as he got up from his seat, his shoulders sank.

A powerful palm pressed Su Cen back into the chair without any explanation.

The force coming from the palm was like a mountain pressing down on his shoulder.

Su Cen was shocked.

He was Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts. Who had such strength that he did not even have the desire to resist?

When he saw Ye Hong walking in front of him, his pupils shrank.

Suddenly, Su Cen felt that he had never seen through this closed door disciple.

His heart was in a mess as he watched Ye Hong walk up the stage.

When he saw that the first person to go up the stage was a young man, the crowd immediately went into an uproar.

"Who is this kid?"

"Who cares who he is, he actually dares to cause trouble in the inner sect competition. We'll have him suffer later!"

Facing the hubbub, Ye Hong calmly introduced himself.

"Everyone, I am Gu Kang, the last disciple of the Ninth Elder."

As soon as he finished his words, unhappy reprimands came from the other elders.

"Old Ninth really doesn't know how to teach disciples. How could he teach such a person who doesn't know the rules?"

"Kid, this is the competition between the nine great poison elders. Don't come and cause trouble. Go and cool off at the side."

What was strange was that when the eight great elders were reprimanding Ye Hong, Su Cen just didn't say a word.

He sat in his seat with a gloomy expression.

Glancing at Su Cen, Eagle Devil's eyes behind the goshawk mask immediately narrowed.

On the stage, Ye Hong was still calm and composed. He said with a faint smile, "I naturally know the rules of the competition.

However, I am willing to fight for my teacher this time. I sincerely wish to seek advice from all the seniors.

If all of you are not even a match for me, then there is no need for teacher to fight.

"Teacher, don't you agree?"

Ye Hong turned his head and looked at Su Cen with a smile on his face when he said the last sentence.

Su Cen felt as if an ice rod had been stuffed into his back as he looked at the completely different closed door disciples on the stage and the pair of eyes that were as deep as a hole. He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Yes, yes..."

Su Cen's voice was a little dry, and his face was as stiff as ice.

He turned his head slightly, not daring to look Ye Hong in the eye.

Up until now, he still felt the aching pain in his shoulder from being pressed by Ye Hong.

"Arrogant kid!"

Although Ye Hong's tone was calm, the content of his words was extremely overbearing. All of a sudden, the eight elders flew into a rage.

Even the crowd below shook their heads with cold smiles. They wondered if the young man on the stage had lost his mind.

"Since Old Nine doesn't know how to teach disciples, then let this old man teach him on Old Nine's behalf!"

An old man with white sideburns stood up with a sinister smile and walked towards the stage.

Ye Hong recognized this person as the person who was mentioned in the intelligence report, 'Jiwu Shu', ranked eighth among the Nine Great Poison Elders of the Seven Poisons Cult.

Ma Zhen had tampered with the Seven Medicines Cult. After he became a member of the Seven Poisons Cult, he had retained the organization of the seven great branch office.

However, as his ambition grew, he established the eighth branch office and 9th Division in Southern Frontier.

As the status of these two branch office was similar and they had the intention of comparing themselves, the relationship between the elder of the eighth branch office, Jiwu Shu, and the elder of the 9th Division, Su Cen, was quite different.

Jiwu Shu must have jumped out in such a hurry because he wanted to take this opportunity to kill Su Cen's last disciple.

However, Ye Hong didn't take Jiwu Shu's killing intent to heart.

Because he also wanted to kill Wu Shu.

On the other side, Jiwu Shu slowly walked up the stage and looked at Ye Hong from afar.

On this stage where there was no referee, Gou Wushu did not say anything. He took out several Metallic Caltrops from his palm.

This kind of hidden weapon similar to the sword in Sakura Kingdom was very popular in the Southern Frontier region.

Moreover, the Iron Caltrops in Wu Shu's hands were obviously different. They were covered with green ants and were spitting out green poisonous fog.

These green ants were famous poisonous creatures in Southern Frontier.1

They were small in size, but their toxicity was no less than the Five Poisons.

There were no rules in this arena, and it didn't matter if it was life or death.

No one cared what kind of weapons and methods they used.

Without giving any explanation, Jiwu Shu threw these caltrops at Ye Hong.

The caltrops were like shooting stars that sliced through the air, bringing with it a series of sharp howls. It also attracted a wave of applause from the audience.

As the saying goes, the laymen watch the show, while the professionals watch the show.

The moment these caltrops appeared, the other elders who were watching from below the stage all sneered.

"Jiwu Shu is truly ruthless. He actually used medicinal Dao Insights on this brat."

"Forget it. Hurry up and kill this brat. Let's end this farce."

Ye Hong looked at the incoming caltrops, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

Ding! Activating Grandmaster Level Discerning Ability, activating Grandmaster Level effect [Observing Fire Through the Cave] ...

"Ding! See through it, man. Target type: Gene Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts.

Target's specialty ability: Pseudo - Green Ant Poison Dao.

Combat style: Poison, Summon.

Threat level: Weak.

Target's Weakness: The artificial Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts created by the poison Gu gene. The fatal weakness is the poison Gu gene in his body.

Looking at the information of Wu Shu, Ye Hong smiled coldly in his heart.

As expected, this Jiwu Shu was the artificial Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts who had been injected with the poison Gu gene.

Hence, in front of the Dao Insight that he had mutated, there was an additional word "False.

The fake medicinal Dao Insight was naturally inferior to the real one.

Therefore, although the Iron Caltrops that flew towards him looked ferocious, they were like toys made of paper to Ye Hong.

With a casual wave of his hand, the Fire Dao Insight arrived at his fingertips.

"Hu -"

The sea of flames filled the sky. Burn the green poison ants from the caltrops.

Even the hard caltrops turned into molten iron in the heat.

When Jiwu Shu saw this scene, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The few elders who had been watching the show were also shocked to the point of jumping up from their seats.

The audience below the stage fell into a strange silence in the blink of an eye.

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