Kendo God

Challenging sixty or seventy strong men of the same level, Li Ruofeng wouldn't dare to say anything in this kind of limelight.

Precisely because Li Ruofeng didn't dare, he believed that Mo Tian was clearly just putting on a show and then seeking his own death.

"Are all the younger generations of our powerful demon clan so cowardly?"

Mo Tian looked around the audience and saw that although these people were excited, none of them dared to come forward, so he even opened his mouth to despise them.

In the crowd, there was a burly woman who happened to be standing next to Li Ruofeng. When she saw Li Ruofeng, her eyes were full of resentment.

"Brother, do you hate him?"

This woman can be said to be the person who knows Li Ruofeng the best.

As a powerful demon woman, even if she has good facial features, her appearance will definitely look a little out of shape due to her body shape.

This figure is tall and burly, even a head taller than Li Ruofeng. His cultivation is also at the high level of Kaipo Realm, but it makes people feel that he is much stronger than Li Ruofeng.

"Sister, he broke my arm with one punch and took away all the glory that should have been mine. Can I not hate it?"

Li Ruofeng had a grimace on his face, but his eyes were full of hatred, staring closely at the ring.

"If you hate Motian, you should work hard and practice harder. Use your own strength to become an upright and powerful demon clan member and defeat him head-on!"

Li Ruofeng's sister frowned slightly and glanced at Li Ruofeng, feeling a little dissatisfied with her brother's performance.

"Sister, I..."

Li Ruofeng's eyes flickered, but he didn't know how to answer.

In the stands, the patriarch of the powerful demon clan and the elders were sitting upright, but they couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Clan leader, Mo Tian is more... courageous than we thought!"

Li Zhengdong couldn't help but feel ashamed. If it were him, he would never be able to put himself in someone else's shoes, nor would he have the guts to adjust to the younger generation of the clan.

Because this is simply lighting a lamp in a latrine and looking for shit (to die).

"This child has indeed exceeded our expectations. It would be even better if his courage matches his strength!"

Li Jinhuan nodded happily. Let's not talk about whether Motian can successfully challenge all people of the same level at the same time. This courage alone is enough to impress people.

"Clan leader, I just didn't expect that even Ruoyu would come back. If she takes the stage, I'm afraid she will have a fierce battle with Motian!"

Li Zhengdong glanced at the positions of the Li Ruofeng siblings and said.

"Ruoyu's character and qualifications are very good, but it's a pity that she is born as a girl."

Li Jinhuan shook his head. In the powerful demon clan, after all, a woman's body cannot be strong, so she cannot maximize the power of her bloodline. How can she become the leader of the powerful demon clan?

"These children are still very bad-tempered."

Li Zhengdong also shook his head and saw that some people could not stand the stimulation of Motian's words and stepped onto the ring one after another.

At this time, as long as someone takes the lead, they often don’t think too much about it.

In just a short while, forty young competitors from the powerful demon clan had already appeared.

"Motian, don't be so arrogant. With so many of us coming up, even the powerful ones in the Divine Sea Realm must be afraid..."

One of them was a powerful demon man with a tall and straight body. He looked a bit ugly, but the muscles on his body were bulging and looked extremely scary.

In the powerful demon clan, the size of muscles and body shape are often a reflection of strength or weakness.

But in Mo Tian's view, these are nothing more than bells and whistles.

If it's still troublesome to fight these low-level demons, then the true demon-level Shura demon bloodline in my body will be a joke.

"With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish. If you are the only ones here, then don't blame me for being rude."

There was a hint of coldness at the corner of Motian's mouth, and he disappeared in a flash.

"Well……"

Li Jinhuan in the stands looked strange and murmured: "Why do I feel that this kid seems to have scolded me too?"

"this……"

Li Zhengdong and other elders were dumbfounded. There was no way to explain this problem, because they were also present, right? It seems that he was also scolded in a roundabout way.

As for whether Motian is really targeting them, only Motian himself knows.

Let's talk about the arena. These young heroes of the powerful demon tribe were originally preparing to retaliate indignantly, but they suddenly looked shocked and soon discovered that there was no trace of Motian in front of them.

When everyone came to their senses, there was still a scream...

Following the screams, everyone's hearts were shattered, and they saw that the person who spoke before had been hit by Motian's punch in the bulging chest.

Even though this place is extremely strong and has strong defensive power, it is now like paper and has been dented directly.

"roll!"

Mo Tian shouted low and kicked the opponent in the stomach.

This person was clearly much taller than Mo Tian, ​​but now he was kicked out of the ring and thrown away like a ball.

Motian will naturally not kill, but he will not take advantage of the opponent either.

This is a demon clan, they are merciful and soft-hearted, and others will not appreciate it.

Only by using absolute strength to intimidate others can you win absolute respect.

Since the powerful demon clan wants to give himself the opportunity to be the young clan leader, he naturally cannot let this opportunity go to waste.

"So...so strong!"

The contestants on the stage and the spectators below were all shocked.

Just one punch was enough to cripple the opponent, and the kick was just a byproduct.

"Ah!"

These guys were stunned, but Mo Tian would not waste words, and he made a quick move to save time and finish the job early.

"Ah..."

The screams came one after another.

When these guys came to their senses, a large number of them had already fallen.

In just a short while, there were only a dozen contestants left, looking at their companions lying on the ground in panic. They were in all kinds of postures, lying in all directions, bending over and lying on the ground.

The atmosphere on the stage was tense, and the contestants were nervous. They didn't even have a chance to join forces, and they were beaten to pieces.

"Did anyone see how he did it?"

Under the stage, among the crowd of onlookers, someone couldn't help but ask.

Some people were even distracted for a moment, and some were too weak to see clearly how the fast Mo Tian made his move.

Among all the people present, the strongest one could be said to be Li Ruoyu.

Li Ruofeng turned his head to look at Li Ruoyu, and asked gloomily: "Sister, what do you think of him?"

This sentence, in this environment, should be asked about strength.

But for some reason, asking a woman about a man, how does it feel like it has a different meaning?

[Author's side note]: Today's second update is here!