He Has a Dragon

? At the critical moment, a monk covered in black robes appeared out of thin air between Wang Le and Wen Bufeng.

While a look of surprise flashed in Wang Le's eyes, the offensive he unleashed did not slow down, and the palm attacking Wen Bufeng remained in the same direction.

But the judge who suddenly appeared on the ring was already standing in front of Wen Bufeng.

Then he saw that the judge made no move to resist Wang Le's attack, and allowed the opponent to hit him with a heavy palm!

"boom!"

Amidst the dull impact, the judge, who was covered in black robes and could not see his true face, seemed to have roots growing on his soles, unmoved by the heavy blows!

"Hey!" Wang Le couldn't help but let out a surprised sound. At the same time, he stopped the offensive without hesitation, closed his hands and retreated, away from the strange arbiter.

This is because Wang Le found that the force of his attack hitting the black-robed judge was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant without any reaction from the opponent.

Almost at the same time, Wang Le noticed from the corner of his eye that the transparent mask covering the octagonal arena began to fluctuate slightly when he slapped the adjudicator with his palm.

Wang Lefu looked deep into his mind and suddenly realized that the judge who appeared out of thin air in the octagonal arena to stop the battle must be inseparable from the transparent mask.

To be more precise, facing Wang Le's extremely powerful attack power, the black-robed judge was nothing more than a conductor.

What really withstands the force of this attack is the transparent mask.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the black-robed judge is, he will not react at all when he suffers such a heavy blow.

All in all, it was not the black-robed judge who blocked Wang Le's inevitable blow, but the bowl-shaped transparent mask that separated the octagonal arena from the outside world!

"Wen Bufeng has given up, you can't kill him!"

The low and hoarse voice of the black-robed judge slowly echoed in the octagonal arena.

At this time, Wang Le also saw that this black-robed judge was only an early stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

This made him more certain that it was not the black-robed judge who had suffered the force of his attack just now, but the transparent mask outside the ring.

Otherwise, with this heavy blow from the peak of the late Nascent Soul, the black-robed judge who was two levels apart would be vulnerable to a blow.

As his mind wandered, Wang Le raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there such a rule in the fighting arena?"

The black-robed judge responded unhurriedly: "This is a customary rule of Shuntian City, known to all women and children. I thought you are also aware of it."

"Uh!" Wang Le's mouth twitched slightly, secretly thinking that he was careless. He didn't understand the rules here before entering the ring. He subconsciously thought that it was just like the ring competition in the martial arts world of the Buried Emperor Star. There was no such thing as surrendering to survive.

But at this point, Wang Le could only hold his nose and admit it.

After all, the fighting arena is specially set up for conflicts between various forces and individuals in the city.

In other words, if you break the rules of the fighting arena, you will be standing on the opposite side of all the forces in the city and the strong monks.

Obviously, Wang Le, who had just arrived in the treasure land, did not need to offend all the forces and powerful men in Shuntian City just to kill Wen Bufeng.

Thinking of this, Wang Le looked at Wen Bufeng, who was standing behind the black-robed judge, gasping for air and trying to control his serious injuries, and then said: "Your family is lucky. After all, you can survive from the hands of me, and you can escape." The lives of those who live are few and far between.”

After a pause, Wang Le suddenly changed the subject and said: "But having good luck today does not mean that you will always have good luck."

"So you and your family had better not come to trouble me again. Otherwise, if you make me angry, it won't be you alone but your whole family who will die!"

At this moment, even across the black-robed judge, Wen Bufeng did not feel the slightest sense of security. His whole body, mind and soul could not help but tremble in fear under Wang Le's murderous warning and threat!

At this time, Wen Bufeng had no doubt that Wang Le was determined to kill him!

This made Wen Bufeng very lucky that he could make a decisive decision and admit defeat without hesitation at a critical moment, so that the arbiter could appear in time.

Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

While he was still terrified, Wen Bufeng's heart was filled with the feeling of being humiliated.

The dignified Yuanying ranked tenth in the combat power rankings, but he lost to an unknown boy.

From today on, Wen Bufeng will no longer be among the top ten in Shuntian City's Nascent Soul Combat Power Ranking.

"who are you?"

Wen Bufeng looked at Wang Le with a look of reluctance across the arbiter and asked bitterly.

Wang Le replied with an unchanging expression: "It doesn't matter who I am, as long as you don't mess with me and we don't offend each other, then we'll be fine."

After a pause, Wang Le looked at Wen Bufeng meaningfully and said, "Let's put an end to this matter! I didn't come to Shuntian City just to go on a killing spree."

After finishing speaking, Wang Le turned around and walked under the ring.

Almost at the same time, the bowl-shaped transparent mask that isolated the octagonal arena disappeared in an instant without any sound.

In an instant, in Wang Le's eyes, the octagonal arena returned to its original state. It was not a self-contained space like before and became extraordinarily vast.

Just when Wang Le walked off the ring, Wen Bufeng finally couldn't help but asked again: "Hey! Our Wen family's team outside the city was completely wiped out. Does it really have nothing to do with you?"

Wang Le, who was under the ring, paused, then turned back to look at Wen Bufeng who was still on the ring, curled his lips and replied: "If it was me who did it, it wouldn't be those few people who would die, but your Wen family." All must die.”

After a pause, Wang Le suddenly grinned, showing two rows of snow-white teeth and said: "Because, young master, I always like to kill all my enemies. The only way to kill the whole family is to be a butcher."

After saying that, Wang Le stopped talking and turned around and walked out of the field.

At this time, Wen Bufeng, who was on the stage, shuddered as he looked at Wang Le who was gradually walking away.

"Brother Wen, this mysterious young foreigner is undoubtedly a bloody butcher! He is so violent that I have never seen him in my life. You'd better stop here."

The black-robed judge turned his head to look at Wen Bufeng, who was standing behind him, and reminded him quietly.

Wen Bufeng couldn't help but look surprised, and said in surprise: "Even a judge like you who presides over the martial arts arena all year round said this. It seems that this guy is really a bad guy who cannot be messed with."

After a pause, Wen Bufeng said unwillingly: "But if we just let it go, then our Wen family will be completely disgraced."

At this time, the black-robed judge couldn't help but laugh strangely, and replied with disapproval: "It is not a shame to be defeated at the hands of a genius monster who is about thirty years old and is already at the peak of the late Nascent Soul."

Then the black-robed judge paused for a few seconds, and suddenly said softly: "Besides, during the battle just now, I always felt that this kid was hiding something and didn't use his true strength at all."