Ghost Slayer: Please let me be a human being

With the help of the short-haired challenger, the long-haired challenger was able to leave the steps.

Returning to the ground, the long-haired challenger grabbed the short-haired hand and spoke in a low tone.

"You must defeat him!"

They were strangers before, but at this moment, they seemed to have become the closest comrades.

"give it to me!"

The short-haired challenger was furious, took long strides, and rushed toward the ring.

The audience also became excited.

"Come on!"

"Kill him!"

"Let him see the power of us Imperial Capital people!"

One floor, two floors, three floors, four floors...

In the blink of an eye, the short-haired challenger surpassed the record of the previous challenger.

Five floors, six floors, seven floors...

"come on!"

"come on!"

"Come on!"

Cheers continued below.

The pace of the short-haired challenger slowed down. After stepping on the seventh step, he looked up, his vision seemed to be distorted by sweat.

There were only three steps left, so why did he feel like the last distance was like a chasm?

"Hoo ho, ho ho, the pressure on this step is actually getting bigger and bigger!"

The short-haired challenger was soaked with sweat, and his heart was filled with strong powerlessness and unwillingness.

After resting for a while, he felt that his physical strength had recovered slightly, and he tried to climb the eighth step, but after trying for a long time, he could not even lift his feet.

"ah!"

The short-haired challenger roared, and a burst of power surged out of thin air. Feeling that he had exceeded his limit, he slowly raised his right foot.

but.

What will happen if you can barely stand on two legs and suddenly become one leg?

As soon as the short-haired challenger raised his right foot, his left leg couldn't bear the pressure and bent down.

His expression changed drastically, but he was unable to stop it.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the short-haired challenger fell down on the seventh floor and lost consciousness.

"It's very tragic, but unfortunately, it seems that you are not the hero who broke out the small universe and defeated the big devil."

Aoki waved his hand.

A gust of wind appeared out of thin air and swept the short-haired challenger flying off the ring.

“Again, I remind everyone, please do what you can and don’t force yourself.”

If he hadn't secretly helped him just now, the challenger might have knocked him to death.

There was silence around the ring.

There were three challengers in a row, but not one of them even entered the ring.

Those who wanted to see Aoki get a lesson were disappointed.

Many people are also a little angry.

A fat man covered in fat sneered: "If he sets such outrageous rules, no one can get on the stage, right?"

Next to him, a young man who was so thin that only his ribs were left crossed his chest.

"Haha, this competition is not fair at all! He is waiting for work in the ring. Even if the others can cross the steps and get on the ring, most of their physical strength will be exhausted."

On the other side, the kind-hearted uncle smiled.

“Actually, I think it’s okay, this is probably just a screening effect.

Moreover, he is going to accept the wheel battle, and he is not just waiting for work. "

Thin Pai Gu screamed: "He chose the wheel battle by himself, what does it have to do with other people? If you can't afford it, don't play it. This is the kind of person I despise the most!"

The audience was arguing, and more and more people gathered around.

Aoki ignored the complaints and glanced at the crowd: "Is there anyone else who wants to go on stage?"

Two seconds later, a middle-aged man wearing civilian clothes and a calm expression walked out slowly.

"Let me do it!"

He seemed to be quite famous, and as soon as he stood up, he caused bursts of cheers.

"It's Master Hoffman!"

"Master Hoffman is a master who once practiced in the Imperial Fist Temple."

"Great, finally a real master has appeared!"

"Master Hoffman, please teach him a lesson!"

"I'll try my best, but there's no guarantee of winning."

Hoffman's tone was calm, without fear or pride, and he slowly walked towards the ring.

One floor, two floors, three floors...

He didn't walk fast, but he walked very steadily, basically maintaining a constant speed.

Fifth floor, sixth floor, seventh floor... When he reached the seventh floor, Hoffman paused and looked up.

"No wonder the previous challenger stopped here."

The pressure here has begun to have an impact on him.

When Hoffman stopped, the hearts of many viewers suddenly rose to their throats, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of his previous challenger.

Afterwards, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after a short pause, Hoffman continued climbing.

Eighth floor, nineth floor, tenth floor.

Taking another step forward, Hoffman successfully entered the ring.

"Very good!"

"Hahaha, it worked!"

"As expected of Master Hoffman!"

Huge cheers erupted below.

However, Hoffman stopped at the edge of the ring, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, someone finally stepped into the ring."

Aoki asked: "Have you ever practiced at the Imperial Fist Temple?"

"Yes, I studied at the Imperial Fist Temple for ten years. Finally, I left the Imperial Fist Temple because of differences in ideas."

Hoffman said with emotion: "It turns out that there is this kind of pressure in the ring, and it is higher than the tenth step."

"Of course." Aoki said, "Am I really taking advantage of you, as some people say?"

Hoffman looked serious and bowed slightly: "I apologize to you for the remarks made by those who do not understand the truth."

Aoki waved his hand: "No need to apologize, come on, let me see your strength."

Hoffman looked serious.

On the eighth step, he felt the pressure, and when he reached the tenth step, his speed and flexibility were obviously affected.

And this mysterious strong man, who had been staying in an area with stronger pressure than the tenth step, was still calm.

Although the battle had not yet begun, he had already seen the result.

Hoffman tore off his cloth clothes, revealing a strong body of muscles.

"Master Aoki, please teach me."

He shouted in a low voice, strode towards Aoki, without any reservation, and made a big move.

"Royal Fist Temple Hundred Split Fist!"

Hoffman's fist turned into a phantom, and the fierce momentum rushed towards him.

However, in Aoki's eyes at this time, it was as slow as a snail.

He stretched out his hand and accurately grabbed Hoffman's fist, and the fist shadows in the sky dissipated in an instant.

Hoffman's face changed slightly, and he felt that the power on the palm of the other side was so strong that it was unbelievable. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

"The Hundred Rift Fist is used well."

Qingmu praised.

Those who can be awarded the Hundred Rift Fist are all core members of the Royal Fist Temple.

The identity of this master Hoffman should not be simple.

However, this has nothing to do with him.

He has only one goal, that is, to get the title of the strongest, and he is not interested in exploring other people's secrets.

Qingmu raised his right hand and pushed gently.

Hoffman immediately lost control of his body, and retreated backwards like a cloud, until he flew out of the ring and landed on his feet, and then he woke up from a dream.

"What a terrifying power control!"

Invincible power plus extreme control, the strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.

He looked at the box full of gold on the ring and sighed in his heart: "This box of gold, probably no one can take it away."

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