Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 568 - 559: The Ferocious Wang Cong

Chapter 568: Chapter 559: The Ferocious Wang Cong

Shi Feng stood atop the arena, and only then Shi Jinsuai realized that the figure by his side was gradually fading away, and he didn’t know when Shi Feng had already left. What stood beside him, it turned out, was but an afterimage.

Shi Feng proudly stood on the arena when slowly, a purple figure drifted over and landed opposite Shi Feng.

The arrival was a young man with an ordinary face, about in his early twenties, dressed in purple robes. When the young man saw the figure of Shi Feng before him, seeing his opponent, a smile spread across his face.

To his surprise, his first opponent in this battle happened to be a martial artist at the One-star Martial King Realm.

He didn’t know how this little practitioner from the One-star Martial King Realm had such dogshit luck to snatch a Jade Scroll.

But now that he had encountered him, his luck was up! Who made him, a Two-star Martial Sect powerhouse? To him, Martial King Realm was nothing but child’s play.

"Young Lord is merciful; I don’t want to hurt you, so just jump off the arena and admit defeat!" sneered the young man numbered nine at Shi Feng, arrogantly saying. Before a One-star Martial King martial artist, he already bore the air of having the situation well in hand.

Facing a Two-star Martial Sect realm martial artist, Shi Feng didn’t wish to waste words. With a flick of his finger, a formless, Powerful Energy instantaneously sprung from his fingertip, shooting towards the number nine, Two-star Martial Sect martial artist.

"Uh!" In an instant, the number nine martial artist, whose face still held a confident smile, felt as if his chest was suddenly smashed by a giant hammer. The pain made him cry out, and his body, like a kite with its string cut, rapidly flew backwards, soon tumbling out of the arena and crashing down to the ground below.

The martial artists standing on the ground saw the young number nine practitioner falling down, and the crowd parted in all directions, leaving an empty space for him.

"Boom!" The figure of number nine martial artist heavily crashed onto the ground.

"Ah!" The practitioner who fell to the ground let out a cry of alarm as the pain had slightly stunned him. By the time he realized what had happened, he found himself lying on the ground outside the arena.

With a shift in position, the number nine practitioner quickly flipped up. He saw that that One-star Martial King Realm trash was still standing on the arena.

"Number ten martial artist wins!" Above arena number ten, the indifferent voice of the referee rang out.

"Wait a minute, referee! Just wait!" Hearing the referee’s verdict, the figure of number nine martial artist quickly stirred, flying back towards the arena. Pointing at Shi Feng in front of him, he looked up and said to the referee in the air, "Referee, this One-star Martial King Realm trash practitioner, he cheated!"

"Cheating?" The referee, standing proudly in the void, frowned slightly upon hearing the number nine martial artist’s accusation, showing a displeased expression.

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At this time, there was also a buzz of discussion below the arena, "I knew this person cheated. How could a One-star Martial King Realm trash be a match for a Two-star Martial Sect!"

"Yeah! That strike just now, there must have been a master hiding nearby, secretly taking action!"

"But, isn’t there a Prohibition during the matches? Energy can’t overflow from the arena, so how could energy from the outside blast into it?"

"Who knows! But a One-star Martial Emperor defeating a Two-star Martial Sect, who would believe that? Even the reincarnation of Emperor Nine Nether might not be able to achieve such a feat."

Above platform number ten, an unpleasant look appeared on the martial artist’s face as he looked down, his gaze focused on the number nine warrior of the Two-star Martial Sect Realm. Then, with a cold voice, he said, "You are too weak to talk trash! Too foolish to even understand how you were defeated and yet you dare to step back into the ring? Get lost!"

During the speech, the referee, who resembled a scholar, waved his right sleeve and a powerful, invisible energy

"Ah!" Immediately after, another scream echoed through the air as the number nine warrior once again felt as though his chest had been struck by a hard blow, his body once again sent flying off the platform. He landed with a "thump" directly at the spot where he had fallen before.

Having cleared the nine martial practitioners off the platform, the referee’s indifferent voice once again announced, "Victor, warrior number ten!"

Upon hearing that voice, Shi Feng made his move and his figure had vanished from atop the platform, leaving behind only an afterimage that dissipated like mist under the gradually scattering breeze upon the platform.

Below the platform, Shi Jinsuai turned his head and, sure enough, Shi Feng had already appeared beside him, descent unknown.

"Brother Shi, congratulations on your triumphant victory!" Seeing Shi Feng return, Shi Jinsuai congratulated him.

But Shi Feng waved his hand and said, "There’s no need. Defeating such trash isn’t worth being happy about."

Afterwards, Shi Feng’s eyes were once again drawn towards platform number ten as he said, "With the speed of their fighting now, it seems I won’t be able to get back up there today."

Hearing Shi Feng’s words, Shi Jinsuai also nodded in agreement and said, "It’ll probably be night by the time I go up.

Hm? Brother Shi, what happened?" As Shi Jinsuai was speaking, he suddenly noticed Shi Feng turning his head away to the side, leaving him looking at the back of Shi Feng’s head. Following Shi Feng’s gaze, Shi Jinsuai saw, standing proudly on another platform, a figure clad in orange.

Shi Jinsuai quickly recognized the orange-clad figure—it was Wang Cong, the Young Lord of the Dragon Tiger Sect wearing an orange samurai outfit!

In that moment, Wang Cong stood proudly on the platform, but his right hand had penetrated the chest of another martial artist, clearly having pierced through the body of the practitioner who was now dead by Wang Cong’s hand.

Wang Cong didn’t even glance at the corpse in his hand. Instead, he stared coldly in this direction, a powerful and chilling murderous intent surged from his body into the sky.

"Victor, number thirty-four!" The referee’s voice, somewhat panicked, echoed above the platform where Wang Cong stood. Seeing the domineering Wang Cong slaying his opponent so forcefully, even the referee seemed a bit frightened by the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Wang Cong.

And seeing Wang Cong’s murderous gaze directed towards this side, it was clear that he was looking at the young man next to him. It seemed Wang Cong had learned that the murderer of his brother, Wang Liao, was this very man!

"Little Wang, with me here, you will not act recklessly. If there’s an issue, we’ll resolve it after the tournament for a martial competition marriage is over! Or on the platform itself!" The commotion from Wang Cong’s side had now captured the attention of the golden figure standing proudly in the void. Prince Guang’s voice echoed once more.

Prince Guang’s words were clear; during the marital martial arts competition, he wouldn’t allow any battles in Tianlan Imperial City besides those on the platforms.

The message was intended for Wang Cong, as well as for every other martial artist present.