567: The tenth game, what to do?

Inside the Other Tribe Warship.

Seeing Wang Qingtian unleash that fiery punch, Kuang Xing couldn't hold back!

Before anyone could react, he stepped directly into the teleportation gate!

Zeus, Lilith, and the others were all stunned.

Isn't this pace a bit too fast?

And what do you mean by this?

Do you want to continue fighting Wang Qingtian?

On the Shura Killing Field.

Kuang Xing's figure appeared on the vanished battlefield, floating in mid-air!

Wang Qingtian saw this, slowly withdrew his fist, his brows slightly furrowed.

"What do you mean by this?"

Kuang Xing slightly clenched his fist and said, "In the past two years, no one has been able to give me any sense of pressure!"

"Although Xiao Fan is dead."

"But you guys aren't bad."

"Yes, I mean all of you, not just you!"

"So much time has passed, how are Xi He, Ying Zheng, and Sun Wukong resting?"

"I remember Sun Wukong's condition isn't bad, Xi He and Ying Zheng are in a worse state."

"Do as you please."

"Whether it's two or four, I can handle it!"

As his words fell, Kuang Xing arrogantly spread his hands, the smile on his face filled with unparalleled confidence!

But all the Human Race were enraged by these words.

Because Kuang Xing's words were filled with an annoying condescension.

That sense of 'of course'.

As if he was certain that no one could challenge him one-on-one!

He also didn't want to fight battles where the outcome was known without even looking.

So he simply let the Human Race send several people?

This was too arrogant!

Wang Qingtian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes dark.

He had just unleashed such a terrifying punch, and Kuang Xing still had such confidence?

This was enough to show that he was even stronger than anyone imagined!

Doesn't that mean no one can truly defeat him in a one-on-one fight?

Although fighting multiple against one is dishonorable, this is war!

We can't just let Mr. Drunkard die in vain, can we?

Suddenly!

"Qingtian, come back!"

Jiang Shenyi's authoritative voice rang in Wang Qingtian's ears.

Wang Qingtian didn't leave, and said in a deep voice, "Great General, I'm not afraid of death."

"I can still fight!"

"We can't just let Kuang Xing win so easily, can we?"

"We have to try!"

At that time, when Wang Qingtian heard that the participant for the ninth round was himself, he had already prepared to fight two consecutive rounds.

But at this moment, someone grew anxious.

In the previous round, Arthas suddenly rushed over.

In this round, the Demon Emperor rushed over.

He stood above the cloudy battlefield and leisurely said, "What do you Human Race mean?"

"The rule is that one player can only fight one match!"

"Wang Qingtian and the others have already fought, and they still want to participate?"

"And they want to go together?"

"If no one can fight, then surrender directly!"

"Just send Lv Yinien's head over, don't spout nonsense here!"

At these words, Kuang Xing below sighed.

How boring.

Wang Qingtian's eyes, however, darkened slightly.

He was thinking if there was any way to give Yun Jinyu a slim chance of defeating Kuang Xing within the remaining three hours!

But he couldn't think of anything, and in the end, he could only clench his fists helplessly.

The Human Race who were cheering a second ago were now in dead silence, everyone feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Wang Qingtian won.

Now we have to face the most cruel thing.

Who will face this Son of Destiny, Kuang Xing?

Who will win the life of Lv Yinien, the former Super God Class leader?

That was the Peak Martial God of the Human Race, a pillar of strength, the King of Darkness.

Is he just going to die in vain like this?

Suddenly, Jiang Shenyi's voice rang in everyone's ears.

He said very casually, "Are you all a bit too agitated?"

"Who said we don't have anyone for the tenth round?"

"Those who should repair the battlefield, repair the battlefield; those who should go back to rest, go back to rest."

"As for the next contestant, they will go up when it's their turn."

At these words, the Demon Emperor suddenly felt uneasy.

Jiang Shenyi seemed a bit too relaxed, which wasn't normal.

Beside him, Kuang Xing said listlessly, "Who is it?"

"Are they powerful?"

"If they're not even as good as Wang Qingtian, then don't bother coming, I won't hold back."

Jiang Shenyi chuckled and said, "His strength is decent."

"At least he's beaten you several times."

At these words.

Inside the Other Tribe Warship.

Zeus and the others suddenly stood up, their expressions gradually losing control.

Beaten Kuang Xing several times?

Who else could that be?

It must be fake, right?

In the Human Race Warship's infirmary.

Lin Xianhuo, bandaged all over, had always had a distant look in her eyes; no matter how terrifying the destructive power Ying Zheng or Wang Qingtian unleashed, her expression never changed.

But at this moment, hearing the Great General's words, her heart suddenly gave a fierce jolt, and her pupils involuntarily constricted.

She immediately looked at Zhuge Tianming beside her.

She clearly noticed that Zhuge Tianming's face showed no change, as if everything was within his expectations.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and excitedly shouted, "Zhuge Tianming!"

As these four words came out, Zhuge Tianming was startled, his body trembled, he suddenly stood up, and said in a daze, "What's wrong, Sister-in-law?"

Even little Ding Dong was a bit confused.

Why was Sister Immortal Fire suddenly so angry?

Lin Xianhuo said coldly, "Bring me the Destiny Compass in your hand, I want to see it."

At these words, Zhuge Tianming reacted extremely quickly, looking left and right, scratching his head, his face full of confusion: "Ah? What?"

"Why suddenly look at that."

Beside him, Ling Tianlei also finally reacted, springing up and stepping forward to grab Zhuge Tianming's hand.

But he suddenly felt something was wrong and turned to look at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng was in decent condition; he had woken up when Wang Qingtian unleashed that punch.

At this moment, he was also unusually calm.

Most importantly, before he fainted, he deliberately said, 'Call me for the tenth round.'

This indicated that the tenth round was definitely not an insignificant battle, otherwise why would Ying Zheng care so much?

There weren't many things in this world that Ying Zheng cared about.

Chen Changsheng wasn't here.

Xi He was right beside her.

Who else could it be?

"What's wrong?" Ying Zheng frowned.

Beside him, Xi He also suddenly reacted, turning to look at her man, her eyes narrowed slightly: "A Zheng, do you know something?"

"Wh-what? What could I know?" Ying Zheng stared with a pair of innocent big eyes.

On the other side, Hei and Song Mingguang exchanged glances, communicated with their eyes, and then fiercely looked at Ying Zheng and Zhuge Tianming, their gazes like torches: "Are you two hiding something from us?"

At these words, Zhuge Tianming was truly bewildered.

He remembered that Hei knew, didn't he?

Ye Kuang, who was full of Buddhist teachings, was pulled back to his senses by everyone, looked left and right in a daze, even picked his nose, and finally said, "Did I miss something?"