Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

At this moment, in the center of the ruined Martial Dais, there were broken stones everywhere. It was a messy scene.    

However, on this messy ruins, two young men with clean clothes and no tattered clothes were looking at each other. The distance between them was only half a meter, but no one chose to fight. They just looked at each other.    

They were not injured, they were not embarrassed, and their clothes were not even tattered. This was the reason why everyone could not believe it. How could such a situation happen in such a messy situation? It was totally illogical.    

However, who had won? Both of them had stopped. The outcome should have been decided, right?    

Too many questions appeared, making everyone not know which one to think of.    

"Cough cough!"    

The quiet plaza was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. Suddenly, two coughs could be heard.    

These two coughs were like a signal, directly affecting everyone's hearts.    

Everyone's eyes fell on Suen Zhiming, who had suddenly coughed, as if they couldn't believe that the cough just now had come from his mouth.    

Following the sound of coughing, under thousands of gazes, Suen Zhiming's entire body trembled violently. His face was as white as a sheet of paper, although his expression was still normal. He looked like he was fine, but a strand of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. It dripped down his cheeks. Although his right arm, which was wearing a silver glove, was also doing its best to hide it, as long as he looked at it seriously... He could also see that densely packed cracks had appeared on the seemingly hard silver boxing gloves. A stream of scarlet blood flowed out through the cracks on the boxing gloves. Large drops of blood fell onto the pile of rubble that was flying in the air.    

"I lost."    

Suen Zhiming sighed in disappointment. Disappointment flashed across his eyes. The Qi on his body became more and more chaotic as he sighed. His face turned pale.    

The moment the two fists collided, Ao Lingchen's strange black energy was too terrifying. It had far exceeded his imagination. Even though he had a powerful cultivation base, it was still hard for him to withstand the Power of Destruction entering his body.    

Feeling the intense pain from the gloves, Suen Zhiming felt lucky that he was wearing them. If it wasn't for the protection of the gloves, he was afraid that his right arm would have been destroyed the moment the two fists collided. That kind of energy was too terrifying.    

Suen Zhiming finally understood why Ao Lingchen was able to kill so many people in the secret realm, and why he was able to defeat Murong Feng, who was stronger than him. This was because this kind of power was terrifying enough.    

"Thank you for letting me win!"    

Joy appeared in Ao Lingchen's eyes, and he spoke in a calm voice. Seeing Suen Zhiming's expression, he could roughly guess that Suen Zhiming had temporarily lost his combat strength due to the collision of the Power of Destruction. However, he didn't know that ___'s current condition was even worse than he had imagined.    

The Power of Destruction was very powerful. The destructive force that erupted in an instant far exceeded Ao Lingchen's imagination. Especially when the Ten Direction Annihilation was pushed to a certain extent, the fist force contained a special force that could destroy everything in its path. This was... The power of the Ten Directions Annihilation was even more shocking.    

"There's no such thing as concession or concession. You win, I lose!"    

Suen Zhiming slowly closed his eyes and said weakly.    

He was convinced that he had lost the battle just now. He was convinced. It wasn't because he could use that kind of terrifying strength to defeat him, but because of the strength of his physique. Suen Zhiming knew very well that if Ao Lingchen's physique wasn't strong enough... Putting aside the fact that ___ could use that kind of terrifying strength to defeat him, he could guarantee that he wouldn't suffer the backlash of that kind of power.    

Silence. The entire scene was silent. Everyone was shocked by the calm conversation between the two men in the ruins. The one who won the final championship was actually Ao Lingchen. The first place on the Tianwu's ranking had changed. It was true that the new master had changed hands. Ao Lingchen, the dark horse, had done something that no one else could.    

"Champion, champion!"    

"Ao Lingchen, Ao Lingchen!"    

No one knew who shouted first, but the entire square was boiling with excitement. Everyone's eyes were filled with fanaticism.    

This was too shocking. This year's competition was too miraculous. It had far exceeded everyone's imagination, whether it was the battle between Suen Zhiming and Ye Gaoxiong. It was still Ao Lingchen's powerful face-slapping routine. Murong Feng's white tiger was fierce and fierce, and he was fighting Su Ningxue with thousands of soldiers. Ao Lingchen broke the white tiger with his fist. Ao Lingchen defeated Suen Zhiming with a few punches and won the championship.    

All of this had given everyone too many surprises. Today's competition had made their blood boil. It was too exciting.    

"He won, he won!"    

Just as Ao Lingchen let out a sigh of relief, a happy and familiar voice rang in his ears. Then, a black shadow pounced on him.    

"Sh * t!"    

Looking at the black shadow pouncing towards him, a bitter smile appeared on Ao Lingchen's face.    

"Puff!"    

Ao Lingchen was directly knocked down to the ground by the black shadow pouncing at him and fell straight to the sky.    

"Slow down, this is a public place."    

Ao Lingchen looked helpless. It was Xia Jingxue who pushed him down. This girl saw that after the competition ended, Ao Lingchen had won the championship. She couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart and leaped onto the stage. This was the scene of Ao Lingchen, the champion, being knocked down.    

"Hahaha. It's fine. We can't see anything. We can't see anything!"    

"Haha!"    

Looking at Ao Lingchen, who had been knocked down, Mo Yunfeng laughed heartily. He was the first one to lead the crowd. He was very happy to see what was happening in front of him.    

Dean Mo took the lead and laughed. The others could no longer hold back the urge to laugh. All of them laughed out loud, but this was just a brief interlude. Everyone was still thinking about the battle just now, and many of them were wondering about the same thing. Why did the two people in the middle of the terrifying scene not seem to have suffered much damage? There was not even a speck of dust on their bodies and their clothes were intact.    

This was completely different from the way everyone imagined their clothes to be in tatters and their bodies covered in blood.    

"Are you alright!?"    

Mo Yunfeng walked to the side of the pale Suen Zhiming and frowned slightly. He could naturally see that the latter's condition was extremely poor, and his breathing was in chaos.    

Suen Zhiming shook his head and was about to say something when his body became weak. His eyes turned black and he fell backwards.    

"Hmm?"    

Mo Yunfeng waved his right hand and grabbed the falling figure. He pressed three fingers of his left hand on Suen Zhiming's wrist and frowned. A rich Yuan Qi rushed out and poured into Suen Zhiming's body.    

"Yuan Sheng, I'll leave this to you. I'll go first!"    

Mo Yunfeng looked at the unconscious Suen Zhiming with a serious expression. After saying that, he turned into a ray of light and left with Suen Zhiming.    

This sudden change shocked everyone. No one knew what had happened to Suen Zhiming.    

Looking at the departing Elder Mo, a trace of worry flashed across Peng Yuansheng's eyes. However, he naturally knew the reason why Elder Mo asked him to stay. "Let us congratulate the new top disciple of the Tianwu, Ao Lingchen!"    

Peng Yuansheng's loud and clear voice resounded throughout the square and reached everyone's ears.    

"Tch!"    

A few people snorted in disdain.    

However, most people started to cheer for the new Heavenly Pride. At this moment, everyone had forgotten how they secretly called Ao Lingchen the Fierce God. In everyone's eyes, he was the leader of the Tianwu's younger generation, the leader of the Tianwu Academy's younger generation.