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Fourth round, sixth round.

Xiao Ziji walked onto the stage. Before he could even stand still, Bei Yu laughed and said, "Yo yo, genius Xiao is not bad. You actually defeated three contestants in a row."

Hearing the word 'yo yo', Jun Changxiao was even angrier.

He wanted to rush over and kick him into the sky, then set up a heavy machine gun and shoot him.

"You didn't." The system said at an inappropriate time.

Jun Changxiao collapsed on the chair and howled in his heart, "I can't even think about it!"

Xiao Ziji didn't say anything. He clenched his fist and said coldly, "Sect Master said to beat him up. This time I won't go easy."

"Yo yo."

Bei Yu grinned and said, "Your eyes are so scary. Do you still think you're the insufferably arrogant genius from five years ago?"

"No, no."

He changed his words and said, "Even if you're the genius from five years ago, I, Bei Yu, am no longer the weakling who was beaten up five years ago."

When he said the word 'beaten up', his eyes flashed with anger. It could be seen that he was beaten up when he was young and had never forgotten it.

"Begin!" The referee said.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Bei Yu raised his hand and a cluster of flames appeared in his palm. He laughed sinisterly and said, "Xiao Ziji, you're just flesh and blood. Can you resist the flames?"

"Imperial Fire Technique!"

"I didn't expect Bei Yu to be a fire element martial artist!"

"Xiao Ziji's body is strong, but under the fire element, he won't be able to withstand a single blow."

Everyone discussed in surprise.

It was very rare for martial artists in the Falling Star Continent to be able to comprehend fire, water and other special attributes.

The Xiao family's direct descendants, who were originally like rotten grass, heard Bei Yu summon the flames and stood up in unison as if they were 'alive'!

"Hahaha, under the flames, no matter how strong the body is, it will still be burned!"

"Hmph, without spirit energy, he can't form a spirit energy shield. Even a Martial Disciple with a strong body is just a piece of trash."

"I'm looking forward to Bei Yu burning him until he runs all over the stage."

The Xiao family and the Bei family had a grudge, but these Xiao family's direct descendants were happy to see Xiao Ziji being tortured by Bei Yu.

Not only them.

The elders of the Xiao Clan also laughed.

The Great Elder leaned back in his chair, and the anger and killing intent in his eyes faded quite a bit. After all, that trash was about to be defeated, so why should he care?

"A fire-attribute martial artist?"

Jun Changxiao was disdainful. After all, he had the Exquisite Fire Seed.

Xiao Ziji didn't think much of it either.

Bei Li didn't see the fear he was looking for in his eyes. He was instantly enraged and waved his hand to throw the flames at him.

"Boom!"

Xiao Ziji stepped forward and punched out with his right fist, hitting the flames directly, turning them into sparks and extinguishing them in the void.

His fists were completely fine!

"What?!"

Many martial artists in the spectator stands stood up in shock.

That's fire spiritual energy!

Not to mention the damage, just the scorching temperature alone was enough to burn one's body with one's fists!

What about him?

Not only was it broken, it wasn't damaged at all!

"Unbelievable, unbelievable!" a powerhouse said in shock.

A middle-aged man next to him said solemnly, "Could it be that this kid's physical strength has reached the point where fire and water can't hurt him?"

At this time, the Xiao family's elders and direct descendants had to be given a close-up shot because their expressions were as if they had eaten sh * t.

Jun Changxiao said lightly, "You want to hurt my disciple with that little flame strength? Ridiculous. "

Flames could burn everything, but when the physical body was strong enough, without enough heat, it could only scratch an itch.

"Amazing, amazing!"

The Great Red Sect's elder gave him a thumbs up.

Without the support of spiritual energy, he broke the fire spiritual energy with his bare fists. He couldn't help but admire him.

"How is this possible …" Bei Li, who thought he could use flames to torture Xiao Ziji, was dumbfounded when he saw his fireball being broken.

"Swish!"

At this moment, the wind from the fist came.

When he came back to his senses, he instinctively wanted to dodge, but it was too late. With a bang, his abdomen was hit hard. His eyes bulged, and he bent over in pain.

After Xiao Ziji succeeded, his left fist formed a hook and hit Bei Li's chin directly. Bei Li's whole body was lifted off the ground.

The two punches were very heavy!

"Plop!" Bei Li fell to the ground with a ferocious expression. Intense pain spread in his body, and even breathing became difficult.

A powerhouse said in shock, "The strength of those two punches is at least 1,000 pounds!"

"Oh my god!"

"Without any support of spiritual energy, he can hit 1,000 pounds with just his physical body. How incredible!"

"The strength of the physical body is usually proportional to the defense. No wonder flames can't hurt him!"

When Xiao Ziji stopped deliberately hiding his strength and used his full strength, many powerhouses had a comprehensive understanding of his explosive strength.

"Damn … damn it!" Bei Li endured the pain and stood up. Then, with a bang, he was punched in the face. He bent over and staggered back.

Xiao Ziji caught up with him step by step and hit him in the back with an elbow. Then, Bei Li fell to the ground with a bang.

The decisive two-hit combo made the spectators' mouths twitch, and they felt pain for Bei Li!

"Pa!" Xiao Ziji rode on his back, pulled his hair, and said coldly, "Do you remember how I beat you when we were young?"

Bei Li remembered.

He was ridden like this and beaten on the street.

For a long time, he lived in pain, and the seeds of psychological trauma were planted.

Xiao Ziji said coldly, "When you bullied girls, I beat you until you cried. Now that I have nothing, I can still beat you until you cry."

"Swish!"

Bei Li raised his fist.

This scene was very similar to the past!

Bei Li's fragile mind suddenly collapsed. He cried and begged for mercy, "Don't … Don't … Don't hit me!"

This movement made him recall memories, as if he had returned to the time before he was beaten.

This was a psychological trauma, and it was very large …

"Boom! Boom! "

Xiao Ziji punched again and again, and his strength rose again and again. In a moment, the Scumbag Young Master's face was full of blood, and his head was swollen like a pig's head.

His mother and father would definitely not recognize him.

Xiao Ziji grabbed one of Bei Li's feet, pulled him to the edge of the arena, and then threw him down.

"Comfortable."

Jun Changxiao leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face.

However, the muzzle was always aimed at the Xiao Clan's First Elder, afraid that he would not be able to suppress his anger.

…

"The sixth round of the fourth round, the winner is Xiao Ziji!" The referee's voice sounded. The martial artists who stood up on the spectator stand sat down, and their eyes were filled with deep shock.

Bei Li, who had mastered fire spiritual power, was defeated by him. This was definitely something that they had never thought of before the start of the competition!

"The seventh round of the fourth round, Qin Ming versus Xiao Linye!"

The next round of the competition began immediately.

Xiao Linye walked to the arena, and when he passed by Xiao Ziji, he whispered with a smile, "Cousin, you're still so strong without spiritual power and cultivation. You really made me look at you in a new light."

Xiao Ziji ignored him and stepped into the winner's area.

Xiao Linye, who had the surname of the Three Great Clans, defeated Qin Ming not long after. He came to the winner's area and smiled, "Cousin, your opponent in the next round is me."

Xiao Ziji closed his eyes and rested.

The competition was still in progress. Li Qingyang and the others who appeared later defeated their opponents effortlessly and advanced to the top four in each battle zone.

Jun Changxiao spread his hands and said helplessly, "It's too easy."

When he came, he thought that the difficulty of each disciple's battle would probably take two or three chapters to describe, but in the end, it was a quick battle.

The Great Red Sect's elder slumped in his chair because the sect's only heir was defeated by Tian Qi, and they were completely annihilated.