I Have Ten Strongest Beasts

Countless eyes gathered on the battle platform. On the battle platform, Suning and Lin Yichen stood silently facing each other. In the eyes of everyone, they couldn't see the feeling of the dark tide between them.

The strength that Suning showed in the sea selection competition undoubtedly gave everyone a huge surprise. He kicked a person who broke through the limit without a single shot. , is completely unimaginable.

Under the gazes of countless people around, Lin Yichen stood on the opposite side of Suning holding his breath, looking at Suning solemnly, with vigilance and vigilance in his eyes.

Although Lin Yichen saw Suning's powerful strength from the audition, he didn't know that Suning had already reached the holy rank. Hearing Suning's arrogant words, Lin Yichen's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

"What the hell are these two people doing, why didn't they do it for a long time?"

"Voluntarily let go of 50% of your spiritual power, darling, this person is too arrogant! You know, Lin Yichen's strength has reached the peak of breaking the limit!"

"I think this battle is probably the same as the audition, there is no suspense at all."

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The people in the surrounding stands stared at the two people on the field, and there was a small whisper in their mouths. Since the end of the audition, some people have secretly investigated Suning's details. Although they did not get any valuable information, But they generally have guesses about Suning's strength.

Suning put his hands behind his back, and after suppressing half of the spiritual power in his body, he was still calm and looked at Lin Yichen with a smile on his face, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Swish!

Lin Yichen's eyes were slightly squinted, a cold light flashed in his pupils, his figure moved slightly, leaving an afterimage in place, turning into a streamer, and went straight to Suning at an extremely fast speed.

"Boy, it doesn't matter who you are! Since you voluntarily suppress half of your spiritual power, then you can take the initiative to admit defeat!"

In the arena, Lin Yichen's mocking voice fell into Suning's ears. Suning shook his head helplessly. Are young people nowadays so arrogant?

With Lin Yichen's sudden attack, the embarrassing atmosphere on the battlefield that had been silent for a long time was instantly broken by him.

Lin Yichen held a black long sword tightly in his hand, and a little bit of cold light flickered on the black long sword.

"Heaven's Jue! Meteor Kill!"

Following Lin Yichen's low shout, a black sword light mixed with a vast source of spirituality suddenly swept out from the top of the black long sword, and slammed down on Suning's figure.

The black sword light pierced the air, making a hissing sound and roaring towards him. Before the fierce sword fell on Suning, it shook Suning's position with cracks.

Facing such a fierce attack from Lin Yichen, Su Ning was still calm and composed, and he didn't even dodge. The corners of his mouth seemed to raise an imperceptible arc.

Under the urging of Su Ning, the spiritual power in his body gradually solidified on his right hand. The corners of Su Ning's mouth curled up slightly, and he slowly raised his right hand.

The people in the surrounding stands looked at Su Ning's simple movements, raised their brows slightly, and looked slightly puzzled, not knowing what Su Ning was thinking.

"This Suning is too arrogant. He even used his hands to receive the sword."

"That's all, it seems that this year's Hairpin Conference is not like the previous ones, and the participants are too arrogant."

"Tsk tsk, I guess this Suning's hand is useless!"

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In the stands, Feng Lingyue, Jiang Bailin and his group watched Suning's actions, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of their mouths, as if all this was within their expectations.

"boom…"

The black sword energy fell on Suning's right arm wrapped by the spiritual source. With a loud noise, a wave of air visible to the naked eye swelled on the battle platform, sweeping the entire stand, and the huge energy fluctuation shook the air out. muffled voice.

Seeing that Suning actually used his hands to catch his own sword, Lin Yichen's mouth curled up into a wicked smile, and he slowly landed on the ground, standing in the thick smoke, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Heh, it's really arrogant to use hands to pick it up."

"If you go down with this sword, I'll see how you can fight me!"

Lin Yichen looked at Suning's direction vigorously, and mocked in a low voice.

After a while, the thick smoke on the platform gradually dissipated, and Suning's figure slowly emerged from the thick smoke.

Su Ning rubbed the shoulder of his right hand, making a joint sound, and there was an imperceptible sneer on his face, and his eyes were full of mockery when he looked at Lin Yichen.

"This is impossible!"

Seeing Suning's intact arm, Lin Yichen froze for a moment, his expression extremely surprised.

Suning smiled slightly at Lin Yichen who was stunned, opened his mouth slightly, and made a mocking sound.

"What? Is this the end?"

"If your attack is over, then I will begin."

As the thick smoke dissipated, the jaws of the people on the surrounding battle platform fell to the ground in shock. Under Lin Yichen's powerful sword, Suning was not damaged at all, as if he hadn't exerted his strength yet.

As Suning's voice fell, his figure moved suddenly, turning into a stream of light and disappearing in place. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Lin Yichen.

On Suning's fists, there are streams of condensed spiritual sources wrapped around them, carrying the extremely violent wind of fists, blasting towards Lin Yichen's face.

Seeing Su Ning suddenly appearing in front of him, Lin Yichen was extremely surprised. The sudden closeness made him unable to dodge the moment Suning's fist fell, so he had to raise the black long sword in his hand to block Suning's attack.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded on the battle platform, and Lin Yichen stopped raising his long sword abruptly, staring blankly at Su Ning's retreating figure, a burning pain surged into his heart.

In the surrounding stands, there was a sudden burst of exclamation. Suning's speed was so fast that they didn't see clearly what happened just now, they only heard a crisp sound from the field.

Originally, Suning planned to punch Lin Yichen directly out of the arena, but remembering that when Lin Yichen was queuing up outside the arena earlier, Lin Yichen hurt his face in front of many people, the more he thought about it, the more angry he decided to turn his fist into a palm, Have fun with Ariel Lin.

Su Ning fell to the ground slowly, patted his reddened palms, and let out a chuckle.

"You're so thick-skinned, your hands hurt!"

Seeing Suning's proud appearance on the field, Jiang Bailin, Feng Lingyue and his group couldn't help laughing, and looked at Lin Yichen with sympathy in their eyes.

Although what happened just now was too fast, the burning pain on his face made Lin Yichen completely crazy, and his eyes looking at Suning gradually turned red.