The God Summoner is rubbish? I will summon Pangu!

Chapter 116 The state of selflessness
Shaocheng competition venue.

This is where the four major colleges competed before.

At this time, Mo Lang and Xiao Yan were standing on the stage, while Zhou Zhennan and others were watching their upcoming match in the audience.

"Who do you think will win?"

In the audience, Ye Liangchen suddenly asked.

"Although Junior Brother Mo's strength is abnormal, I think Brother Yan, as a grandmaster, has fought on the front lines for so many years, so he must have a lot of combat experience."

Zhou Zhennan commented seriously.

"I agree too. After all, Brother Yan also awakened the SS-level profession [Strange Fire], which allows him to control all kinds of flames." Jie Jia said with envy.

"That's not necessarily true. Although Junior Brother Mo rarely takes action on his own, have you forgotten that when the demons and ghosts joined forces to attack the city, Junior Brother Mo went out to kill the enemy?"

Pei Wu thought of Mo Lang's weapon that could change into a thousand different forms. The whole person seemed to be in an empty space, and her beautiful eyes were almost tearful.

After all, she has liked powerful men since she was a child.

Yes, it’s amazing. It’s amazing in every aspect.

Otherwise, how can you put pressure on yourself?

"Brother Mo, fists and feet have no eyes, so don't blame me if you get hurt."

Xiao Yan was wearing a pure cotton black short-sleeved shirt today. As he looked at Mo Lang, his eyes gradually became serious.

Those well-defined muscles, set against the black short-sleeved shirt, look even more powerful and domineering, as if they could burst out with devastating power at any time.

"It doesn't matter."

Mo Lang's eyes also became serious, and his whole body was like a divine weapon about to be unsheathed. His aura was restrained, but once it erupted, it would be as powerful as thunder!
Even at the moment when the two people's eyes met, everyone seemed to see fire, an invisible spark that burst out from the fierce confrontation, as if the air was burning hot at this moment.

"Would you like to make a bet before we fight?"

Mo Lang suddenly spoke.

"That's fine. How and what do you want to bet on?" Xiao Yan nodded after hearing that.

He also thought it would be more fun to have some stakes.

"How many rounds do you think I can last? If I can last longer, I win. If not, I lose." Mo Lang said.

"Ten rounds then."

Xiao Yan moved his neck, making a clicking sound, and then he thought for a while and said.

It’s not that he looks down on Mo Lang, but he is confident.

If I let a Gold Realm Awakener hold out for ten rounds in my hands and then pass it to the front line, I'll probably be laughed at by those people, right?

"Then let's bet 100 million."

Mo Lang thought for a moment and said.

After all, Mo Yan's family wanted me to be their spokesperson, and that would cost 3 billion for three years. Although it was paid once a year, I had already achieved ten small goals.

Also, he had won first place in the competition among the four major colleges. The Tang family sponsored 300 million yuan, and the college directly rewarded him with 200 million yuan. He could still afford to bet 100 million yuan.

"Gambling is meaningless. If you win, I will give you 100 million. But if you lose, how about you just don't get close to Nan Nan again?" Xiao Yan said.

Hearing this, Mo Lang smiled inwardly.

This was what he was waiting for.

"That won't do. Sister Pei is not a bet, and this also requires her consent." Mo Lang said in a very "green tea" tone.

"..." Hearing Mo Lang's words, Xiao Yan's mouth twitched.

You're backstabbing me, aren't you?

Sure enough, Xiao Yan saw Pei Huainan in the audience looking at him with a cold expression.

"interesting."

Ye Liangchen smiled meaningfully when he heard this.

"Then bet three hundred million!"

Xiao Yan clenched his fists and grinned at Mo Lang, but this smile was filled with anger.

Originally, he just wanted to teach this kid a lesson, but this kid actually set a trap for him, so he had to teach him a lesson.

"Row!"

Mo Lang nodded.

For some reason, he felt that the return of his ancestral bloodline could not be as simple as improving his awakening power and physical strength.

Even if the standard for reverting to the ancestral bloodline of Emperors Yan and Huang, 2% should be very strong, right?

But if we trace back to the mythological era, whether it is Pangu or Nuwa, their strength should have been even more abnormal.

He felt that he had not tapped into the full capabilities of his ancestral bloodline.

boom!
The next second, the two men disappeared from the spot at the same time. When they reappeared, they were already in the ring. Their elbows were tightly pressed together, but the explosive energy spread out in all directions like a surging wave.

Then, they separated in an instant, and then attacked each other like a storm.

Xiao Yan swung his iron fist, and each punch was accompanied by a whistling sound, smashing towards Mo Lang like a cannonball. Not only was the power amazing, but the angle was also extremely tricky and ruthless. It was obvious that Xiao Yan really wanted to teach Mo Lang a lesson.

After all, in their class, Xiao Yan's strength is enough to rank in the top three, and his speed of promotion on the front line is second only to those peerless geniuses who can become the Heavenly Lord who rules a state.

It's extremely perverted!
Mo Lang was not to be outdone. He moved flexibly, sometimes dodging sideways, sometimes blocking with his arms, and at the same time waiting for the right moment to deliver his fierce punches.

After all, he is a true genius. His combat awareness and combat skills broke all the records in Shaocheng before he awakened. That's why he has the hope of awakening an SS-level profession. That's why Liu Ruyan has been keeping him hanging.

The two men's fists kept colliding in the air, making dull "bang bang" sounds, as if war drums were beating. Every collision made the air tremble slightly, and their figures crisscrossed on the ring, and the blows of their fists were thrilling to watch.

Xiao Yan's face was full of determination, his muscles bulged, and he punched out one after another with unparalleled strength; Mo Lang's eyes were sharp, his movements were swift, and his fists hit back like raindrops, each of which contained powerful explosive power.

They fought back and forth, sweat splashing, the aura on their bodies became stronger and stronger, and the whole arena was enveloped by their fierce battle, which made Zhou Zhennan, a warmonger in the audience, excited.

After five rounds, the two separated again.

After only five rounds, both of them began to breathe heavily regularly, but Mo Lang had a lot of bruises on his body and his skin was torn.

On the other hand, Xiao Yan only had light bruises on his body, but there was one spot on his eye that looked like it had a big dark circle.

"Damn it, you only hit people in the face, right?"

Xiao Yan spat out the saliva mixed with blood in his mouth and said to Mo Lang unhappily.

However, Xiao Yan's eyes were full of surprise. He did not expect that Mo Lang's physical fitness, reaction ability and combat awareness were so strong.

I can't even imagine that this is still a student in school.

"Well, it's not right. There's something wrong with this kid."

Xiao Yan saw that Mo Lang did not say anything, but stared at him like a ferocious beast, as if he had entered a certain state. He immediately sensed a hint of danger.

His expression suddenly became serious, and a word emerged in his mind.

[State of ecstasy]!
(End of this chapter)