"Clang!"
The gong sounded again.
The guy from the Crimson Tiger Gang was Deacon Li's son, Li Ming.
He was also the guy that Liu Yong wanted Liu Qianqian to get to know in the beginning. He wanted Liu Qianqian to marry him and build a relationship with the Red Tiger Gang to enter the Uptown.
"Innate divine strength?"
"Tch, it seems that your Zhengyang Gang is really at a dead end. Anyone can be treated as a treasure.”
Li Ming held a broadsword in his hand and looked at Lin Yu with deep mockery in his eyes.
Facing Li Ming's mockery, Lin Yu's face was expressionless and there was no fluctuation in his eyes. He was completely unmoved by Li Ming's words.
However, after Li Ming stopped speaking, he raised his eyes slightly as if he was looking at a dead person and said indifferently,"Are you done?"
Seeing Lin Yu's indifferent attitude, Li Ming was annoyed. He stomped heavily on the ground and rushed towards Lin Yu like an arrow leaving the bow.
Li Ming's strength was the most outstanding among the younger generation. After all, his status was displayed here. He had a father who was second only to the gang leader.
The resources they obtained were far from what ordinary sect members could compare to. When they started practicing martial arts from a young age, they had never stopped taking all kinds of nourishing medicinal dishes and medicinal baths.
Being poor in literature and rich in martial arts was not just a matter of words.
With such a large amount of resources poured out, coupled with his own very good talent, Li Ming's strength had already reached the middle stage of the Blood Refinement realm.
Under the guidance of his father, he had long cultivated the Five Tigers Gate Breaking Saber Technique to perfection and was extremely sharp.
Seeing his son's swift and fierce movements, Attendant Li smiled, stroking his short beard, a smug look on his face.
Just as everyone thought that Li Ming would finish off his opponent quickly and end the battle, a huge explosion suddenly sounded in the arena.
"Boom!"
The dull voice was like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, exploding in everyone's ears. Even the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
Everyone was right. Li Ming had indeed ended the battle very early, but it ended with his own death.
Lin Yu grabbed the pitch-black spear with one hand and gently shook off the blood on it, causing a bloody scar to appear on the ground.
The so-called son of a deacon, the so-called Five Tigers Gate Breaking Saber.
What were these things?
Li Ming didn't even have time to react. He only saw a dark shadow flash past his eyes and press down on his head. Then, he didn't know what happened.
However, the surrounding crowd and Wang Yangri and the others on the high platform saw it clearly.
In the face of Li Ming's fierce attack, Lin Yu only did one thing, and that was to raise his gun and whip it towards Li Ming's head.
The hard skull and strong body were as fragile as tofu in front of the spear.
In an instant, he was whipped into a pulp, forming a pile of broken corpses on the ground. He was completely dead before he could even let out a miserable cry.
The faint smell of blood wafted from the arena. The originally noisy crowd around them had completely lost their voice at this moment.
Looking at the incomparably bloody corpse on the stage, many people looked at Lin Yu's figure with fear.
Although this era was very turbulent, it was the first time for these people who lived in the Uptown to see such a bloody scene, especially the smell of blood in the air.
It was like an invisible palm that was constantly stirring up the fear in the depths of his heart.
"My son!"
Looking at the pile of broken corpses on the stage, Deacon Li, who was sitting on the high platform, stood up. His eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He had been so confident just a moment ago that he did not expect such a thing to happen. He had witnessed his own son die in front of him.
For a middle-aged man like him, there was nothing more sorrowful than this.
"Damn you!"
A mournful roar came from the stands. Deacon Li's figure, holding a long saber, was like a roc spreading its wings. With a biting cold killing intent, he quickly swept across the arena.
Faced with this sudden situation, Wang Yanglie stood up abruptly. His face was filled with anxiety.
"What do you mean?"
Wang Yangri's face darkened as he looked at Luo Hao and Ye Tian.
"Faction Leader Wang, this is your fault. This is an arena for sparring. How can you kill me like this?”
"Isn't this destroying the relationship between our three sects? Since you can't bear to educate your sect members, let our Deacon Li do it for you.”
Ye Tian replied casually, not paying any attention to Wang Yangri's ugly expression.
But after hearing Ye Tian's words, Wang Yangri fell silent, seemingly afraid of the other two Sects joining forces.
Wang Yanglie slowly sat down behind him, but Ye Tian and the others didn't see him.
When they saw Deacon Li go up on stage, the two brothers had a smile hidden deep in their eyes, as well as the joy of having succeeded in their revenge.
As for worrying about Lin Yu?
No, the one who should be worried was Ye Tian.
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