King of Gods - Chapter 612

Chapter 612: Chapter 612 - Instant Thirty Victories

Chapter 612 - Instant Thirty Victories

“Let us welcome our newest hundred-win challenger… Zhao Feng!”

A bright voice sounded across the arena .

Because of Ye Moyu’s defeat, the atmosphere was kind of dim, but everyone was suddenly shaken by this voice .

“Another challenger has appeared so soon?”

Many experts were surprised . Ye Moyu’s unfair loss wasn’t enough to stop this challenger?

Furthermore, this new challenger started the challenge directly after Ye Moyu lost . This meant that their strength should be at least as strong as Ye Moyu .

“Zhao Feng? Never heard of him . ”

“What kind of person will this new challenger be?”

The atmosphere in the arena was lit up once more, and the gazes of the crowd became expectant .

A figure at the Small Origin Core Realm soon slowly walked onto the stage .

This new challenger was a calm youth only about twenty years old . From the Zhao Family to now, he had grown into a powerful youth .

“He’s Zhao Feng?”

Many gazes were disappointed as they landed on the youth .

This new challenger didn’t seem to be special . His cultivation wasn’t even as high as Ye Moyu .

“It’s that kid?”

The Elder’s eyes lit up as he looked toward Li Yunya . If he remembered correctly, Zhao Feng and Li Yunya were together .

“Hmph, he’s even weaker than me and dares to try the hundred-win challenge?”

Ye Moyu’s fists were tightly clenched together . He felt humiliated .

“The first battle of the hundred-win challenge . ”

A Great Origin Core Realm judge said nonchalantly .

In the corner, Ye Moyu watched with a cold gaze . He wanted to personally witness this challenger’s defeat before leaving .

“Zhe zhe, this brat’s only at the early stages of the Small Origin Core Realm . It’d be a miracle if he could last more than four or five battles . ”

The discussions nearby were exactly what Ye Moyu was thinking .

On the stage, Zhao Feng smiled, “The glory of the hundred-win challenge shall be taken by me . ”

Ridiculous!

Many spectators rolled their eyes, and Ye Moyu’s face twitched . Where did this brat get his confidence from? It was an especially humiliating for someone like him who already lost .

“Hehe, brat, if you can’t win ten battles, you won’t even be able to win back the entrance fee . ”

The Elder laughed .

Right at that moment, Zhao Feng faced his first opponent .

“Kid, let this spectator play with you . ”

A Small Origin Core Realm middle-aged man rubbed his palms together as he appeared onstage with a playful expression .

This middle-aged Small Origin Core Realm was a spectator who had reached the early stage of the Small Origin Core Realm, the same as Zhao Feng .

The early stages of the hundred-win challenge usually consisted of spectators, and the officials weren’t very strict about things at this point . As long as one didn’t win fifty fights, they wouldn’t raise the attention of the officials .

“Start . ”

The judge waved his hand .

The middle-aged Sovereign laughed and threw a simple fist toward Zhao Feng, and it caused the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi to howl .

If this fist was thrown on a continent, it would be able to destroy a mountain, but this was the Void Ocean Arena; attacks of every type were restricted .

Bam!

The middle-aged Sovereign’s attack missed, and his body froze as he was sent flying .

“What’s going on?”

The middle-aged Sovereign didn’t see anything at all before he was thrown out of the arena .

Plop!

The middle-aged Sovereign spat out a mouthful of blood after landing on the ground .

The arena instantly became quiet, and the smiles of mockery on the spectators’ expressions froze .

Hu~~

Zhao Feng gently blew air on his fist as he landed on the ground .

“It ended just like that? What speed!”

Many spectators finally returned to reality . Most of them couldn’t even see how Zhao Feng moved, and the red-robed Elder’s heart jumped . Looks like this new challenger was already charging forward fiercely .

Thinking back to how Li Yunya seemed to listen to this youth’s orders, the red-robed Elder’s heart became slightly uneasy .

At the center of the esteemed guest spectating stands:

“That punch just now was pure physical strength . His body is like a giant beast . ”

The Eternally Sealed Palace Lord murmured . Because this was the hundred-win challenge, Zhao Feng’s appearance caught the Lord’s attention, and he surprised many people .

“The second fight . ”

The judge waved his hand .

Whoosh!

Another spectator flew out .

The newcomer was a skinny man whose aura was sharp, as if he had fought in many battles . Although he was at the early stages of the Small Origin Core Realm as well, his strength was obviously stronger than the middle-aged Sovereign .

“Dominating Tiger Flying Sky!”

The skinny male’s figure flashed as he became as agile as a leopard and shot toward Zhao Feng as quick as lightning .

It was obvious that this skinny male specialized in speed .

Boom!

A loud explosion sounded between Zhao Feng and the skinny male .

Zhao Feng made no signs of dodging as he thrusted out his fist .

The instant the punch was thrown, a terrifying aura of an ancient desolate beast seemed to appear from Zhao Feng’s body .

The skinny male felt unable to breathe .

Boom!

The skinny male’s arm was broken, and he was sent flying as he coughed out blood .

Victory in one move .

The arena was filled with discussion .

Although Zhao Feng didn’t display overwhelming strength, it was shocking to defeat others at the same cultivation with just one brutal move .

“This brat’s body seems to contain an ancient bloodline power that’s probably close to the existence of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races . ”

Surprise appeared in the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord’s eyes . He felt that the bloodline aura within Zhao Feng was even purer than Ye Moyu’s .

“The third fight…”

Zhao Feng faced fight after fight .

Bam!

Another simple punch sent the opponent flying .

At the beginning, the fighters consisted mainly of early-stage Small Origin Core Realms and middle-stage Small Origin Core realms .

Three consecutive wins… four consecutive wins… five consecutive wins… .

Zhao Feng’s speed of winning was much faster than Ye Moyu when the latter was at this stage .

“What quick speed and terrifying power . He’s easily crushing those at the same cultivation . ”

Ye Moyu was faintly dazed .

The speed that Zhao Feng displayed was even slightly faster than his when he didn’t use his bloodline power . Furthermore, Zhao Feng wasn’t just fast . His body and physical strength were also terrifying .

Seven consecutive wins… eight consecutive wins… nine consecutive wins… .

Zhao Feng soon faced his tenth battle .

“Let me fight . ”

A deep voice sounded, and its owner walked out from the area of the officials .

The newcomer was a black-skinned, bulky youth whose muscles seemed to be made of black iron that gave off a cold aura .

Bam!

The black-skinned, bulky male caused the arena to tremble when he landed on it . The strength he displayed was similar to a giant beast .

“It’s him… . Iron Back Black King!”

Many spectators exclaimed as they recognized his identity . The Iron Back Black King’s cultivation had reached the middle stages of the Small Origin Core Realm, and it was closing in on the late stage .

Furthermore, he was a body cultivator .

“Powering the World!”

The Iron Back Black King was like a giant beast as he sent out fists and punches crushing forward .

“Bloodline techniques and turning body-strength into phantom images . ”

Zhao Feng revealed a weird expression . He finally met someone slightly interesting at the tenth battle because the tenth battle was a critical point .

If one couldn’t win the tenth battle, they wouldn’t even be able to win back their entrance fee .

“Break!”

Zhao Feng roared as his bones and blood released a power that belonged to an ancient source .

Wu~

The instant this fist was thrown, roars of ancient beasts seemed to sound around Zhao Feng, and the fierce aura made even the Iron Back Black King unable to breathe .

“My bloodline power and that brat’s aura… . ”

The Iron Back Black King’s heart trembled .

Crack!

The phantom images formed from his bloodline techniques were shattered by Zhao Feng’s fist .

Wah!

The Iron Back Black King immediately coughed out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying .

Ten consecutive wins . Zhao Feng’s face wasn’t red nor did his heart beat quickly . He hadn’t used any True Yuan at all nor any bit of bloodline power .

With the use of the Ancient Dream Realm aura and the heart blood essence, his body and state of existence had changed dramatically . Currently, his state of existence had reached the limit of the Great Origin Core Realm, while his body-strength was comparable to a beast of the same cultivation .

On top of that, Zhao Feng’s body contained an ancient aura that suppressed bloodline powers .

“Apart from the bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, there’s hardly any other bloodline auras that can suppress so many bloodlines . ”

A light flashed through the Eternally Sealed Palace Lord’s eyes as he murmured .

After winning the tenth battle, Zhao Feng continued to fight . After all, he hadn’t even used any True Yuan yet .

Eleven consecutive wins… twelve consecutive wins… fifteen consecutive wins… .

Zhao Feng’s win record kept on increasing, and all of his opponents were sent flying with one fist while their bloodline powers were suppressed .

“Twenty consecutive wins . ”

The arena broke out into discussion . According to the rules of the hundred-win challenge, the challenger had the right to rest after winning ten battles each day, but Zhao Feng had won twenty in a row already .

What was even scarier was that his face wasn’t even red or anything . He still hadn’t used any True Yuan nor bloodline power .

“He’s obviously not a body cultivator, and he’s only at the measly early stages of the Small Origin Core Realm, and yet…”

Shock appeared in Ye Moyu’s eyes . Twenty victories on the first day was what he had achieved . However, Ye Moyu was somewhat tired after those twenty battles, so he didn’t keep challenging .

Currently, Zhao Feng hadn’t displayed strength surpassing Ye Moyu yet, but this man hadn’t even used any True Yuan or bloodline power .

One could only use “unfathomable” to describe him .

An hour later:

Bam!

Zhao Feng thrusted out a faint purple fist that sent a late-stage Small Origin Core Realm expert flying .

Hua!

The arena broke out into chaos .

“Thirty consecutive wins . ”

The judge was slightly stunned as he announced .

This youth had only used the slightest bit of True Yuan in the thirty battles . If this continued, he could definitely win a hundred fights in a row .

“Due to the lack of opponents, today’s hundred-win challenge will stop . ”

The red-robed Elder waved his hand and stopped the challenge . His expression was grim . This brat’s strength was too great, so he needed to think of a plan for tomorrow .