Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Only I Can Krypton Life

Wu Zinian held a heavy mace in his hand and looked at Ma Ling opposite with a solemn face.

Ma Ling was dressed in a white tracksuit, holding a long sword, in a relaxed and freehand state, and still said casually:

"Do you want to throw in the towel yourself, or do you want me to do it?".

When Wu Zinian heard this, his face changed slightly, and a look of struggle appeared in his eyes.

After a few seconds, he smiled wryly and threw down the mace in his hand:

"I throw in the towel!".

In the previous battle, Ma Ling had fully demonstrated his strength, and with such strength, Wu Zinian couldn't resist it.

In the face of Ma Ling, he couldn't see the slightest hope of winning.

Let's admit it decisively.

There is no shame in admitting a genius like Ma Ling.

Anyway, with Ma Ling here, the first place in this martial arts exchange competition cannot be anyone else, and after he admits it, he still has a chance to compete for the third place.

"So, it's better to know the times as Junjie, the main thing is that this Ma Ling is too strong! It's a bit outrageous!".

"And he's only eighteen!"

"It's a demon!".

Wu Zinian pondered in his heart, then hugged his fist at Ma Ling, turned around and left the ring.

"The decisive battle of the winner's group is over, Wu Zinian admits defeat, and Ma Ling wins!"

"The strongest player in the upper bracket has been decided!Ma Ling will directly get the place in the final battle!".

With the host's voice, from the sound in all directions, the scene suddenly erupted into a tsunami-like shout and cheer

"Ma Ling!Ma Ling!!".

In the rest area, Li Ziliang, who was beaten into the loser's group, looked at this scene, as if he was being devoured by a poisonous snake, painful, annoyed, unwilling, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"Wait, Ma Ling......

".

At this time, Ma Ling had just returned to the rest area, and the host's voice sounded again:

"The lower bracket showdown is about to begin! This time, the following rules will be used......

".

Ma Ling naturally didn't care about these things, didn't bother to listen, but was immersed in self-realization.

"Judging from the state of my hands-on work these few times, Tiangang Mixed Yuan Jue is indeed far beyond the ordinary top-level exercises, especially the explosive power is amazing. "

"This kind of exercise is extremely suitable for comprehension in battle, and if you often wander on the edge of life and death, you will definitely progress very quickly!"

Thinking of this, Ma Ling suddenly had another thought in his heart:

"If you compare a level of transition, such as a small to a large one, to a hundred steps, it takes ten years of life. "

"Then, if I cultivate thirty steps by myself and then ascend to Dacheng, will I lose my lifespan by three years and only use seven years?"

As soon as he thought of this, Ma Ling's heart suddenly perked.

He seemed to have found a way that was different from collecting cultivation resources and could also reduce the consumption of lifespan.

"System!".

He silently said in his mind and asked his own question:

"Is my guess correct? Can I reduce the consumption of lifespan by cultivating myself?"

"The host's guess is quite correct!".

The sound of the system, still unwavering:

"The direct increase in lifespan cost will be reduced by a percentage based on the progress of the host itself. "

"Good, good, that's great news!".

Ma Ling's face flashed with joy, and he was immersed in enlightenment.

Outside of the rest area, the fierce action continued, with four rings taking place at the same time, and time flew by.

An hour later.

"I won!".

Li Ziliang panted and trampled Andreon on the opposite side under his feet.

"I've won!".

He repeated, his voice getting heavier, and he turned his head to stare directly at Ma Ling, who was resting in the rest area with his eyes closed.

"The strongest person in the loser's group has been decided!Li Ziliang of the Tianyang Martial Arts Pavilion has won the place to directly participate in the final battle!".

Feeling the resentful and vicious gaze, Ma Ling suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Li Ziliang.

"Rest for half an hour, and you will go straight to the final battle!".

As the host's voice fell, there was another burst of cheers in the scene!

"Who wins, you say?".

"Isn't this nonsense? Li Ziliang is Ma Ling's defeated subordinate, can he still turn the tables?"

"This can be said! I don't know, what hole cards does Li Ziliang have? I looked at the battle between him and Ma Ling before, and he seemed to have said that he still has the confidence to challenge Ma Ling, and he has no hole cards, can he have the confidence?"

"Yes, and after a fight, Li Ziliang must be prepared. "

"Ma Ling's strength far surpasses that of Li Ziliang, but if the latter fights guerrillas, it is not possible to say that the result is ......."

In my opinion, Ma Ling will definitely win, and Li Ziliang will lose for the second time. "

With the sound of heated discussions, the audience of 100,000 people was divided into two factions.

And it is clear that those who support Ma Ling occupy the majority.

Half an hour, in a flash.

"The final battle, begin!".

"Combatants on both sides, pick your blades and get ready to enter!"

A minute later.

Ma Ling held a long sword in his hand, and Li Ziliang stood in the ring again to start the final showdown.

He glanced at Li Ziliang on the other side, and spoke slowly again

"Do you throw in the towel yourself, or do you want me to do it myself?"

When Li Ziliang heard this, he immediately laughed and said sharply:

"Ma Ling, don't put on a high-minded look for Lao Tzu!".

"Do you really think you have a chance to win?"

"Really?"

Ma Ling glanced at him without raising his eyelids;

"What's the trick you can't make in the end? I'm looking forward to that. "

"Humph!".

Li Ziliang snorted coldly, looked at him deeply, his face was cold, and he didn't say a word!

"Let's go!".

As soon as the words fell.

"Boom ......".

Li Ziliang did not hesitate to cast the forbidden technique of burning the life of essence and blood, and the incomparably violent power surged in his body.

His strength at the level of a medium great martial artist has been rising steadily, and in almost half a blink of an eye, he has soared to a high level of great martial artist, and it continues to soar.

This is his hole card, the forbidden technique used to fight desperately when fighting life and death.

"Performing the Reverse Blood Dafa will consume my full ten years of life, damn Ma Ling, you forced me!"

Li Ziliang's eyes were red, as if he was crazy, and he roared angrily

"But as long as I defeat you and get the green pecans, all this can be made up!"

"Ma Ling, suffer death!!".

The martial artist next to him instantly looked solemn, ready to intervene at any time.

Li Ziliang used the forbidden technique, and his strength was the same as Ma Ling's, and he was already very close to the martial arts level combat power.

In a battle at this level, even if he can't react and intervenes rashly, it is easy to cause serious injuries or even death.

"Boom!".

And when Li Ziliang performed the forbidden technique, Ma Ling had already grown up and slashed down with a sword.

"Whew!".

In mid-air, the silver-white sword light exploded, like lightning, like a blow from the mythical Erlang God Yang Jian, who split the mountain to save his mother.

"Is this what you rely on? Cast a forbidden spell and want to fight with me?".

Ma Ling's eyes were indifferent and expressionless:

"If it's useless to work hard, what am I still practicing martial arts for?"