One person: I was already fighting the Heavenly Master, but the system just came

Wang Ye closed his eyes slightly and frowned, trying to see the blurry figure more clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, the figure was always vague and difficult to see.

Wang Ye looked up at the winding mountain road hidden in the lush forests and took a deep breath.

The unique fresh mountain air, carrying the scent of pine needles and soil, filled his lungs.

His eyes were full of complexity, his brows were slightly furrowed, and those images emerged involuntarily in his mind. Who was it?

The torrent of fate surged before his eyes, and many cause and effect entanglements were entangled in his heart like a tangled thread.

But after a moment, he slowly exhaled, as if letting out all his hesitation and hesitation.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips, and he shook his head in self-mockery, thinking to himself: "Perhaps, this is my fate. I can't avoid it, so I might as well face it calmly."

After saying that, he straightened his back and walked up the mountain step by step.

His steps were heavy at first, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, but as he moved forward, his steps gradually became firmer, as if he was reaching a reconciliation with his fate.

After Wang Ye's figure completely disappeared into the depths of the forest, an old Taoist priest with white hair stealthily poked his head out from behind a huge rock.

He first looked around cautiously, and after making sure that there was no one around, he slowly walked out from behind the stone.

The old Taoist priest's face was filled with an unfathomable smile, with the corners of his mouth raised high and his eyes narrowed into two slits. There was an indescribable cunning in that smile.

While laughing, he whispered, "This kid finally took the bait, hehe." The laughter echoed in the silent forest, sounding particularly strange.

The sun was high in the sky, pouring its scorching heat unreservedly onto the vast arena of the Alien Academy.

The first game ended beautifully.

The Colosseum was also cleaned up.

Principal Zhang Zhen walked steadily onto the stage, holding a specially made lottery box in his hand. The box exuded an ancient atmosphere, as if telling the story of countless exciting battles in the past.

His face was kind, but his eyes were scrutinizing. He spoke slowly, "Next, let us welcome the next brave challenger!"

As he spoke, he reached into the lottery box, fumbled around for a while, pulled out a card, and read out loud, "Wang Ning!"

Wang Ning took a deep breath and reluctantly walked towards the arena.

The sweat on his forehead was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.

Coming to the center of the venue, he raised his hand to trigger the card drawing device.

The device was flashing with strange light, with runes flowing on it, seeming to contain endless energy.

Wang Ning took a deep breath, calmed his inner tension, and slowly pressed the button.

A flash of light passed by, and a card slowly popped out.

He reached out to catch it, and saw a painting of a majestic crocodile covered with hard scales. Its bloody mouth was slightly open, revealing sharp fangs, as if it was about to bite someone in the next second.

Wang Ning's heart tightened. He knew very well how powerful the crocodile was, but there was no way out at this moment.

With a crisp whistle, the battle began.

The crocodile rushed out of the card in an instant, bringing up a fishy wind. It kicked its thick limbs hard, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and rushed towards Wang Ning like a small tank.

Wang Ning quickly dodged sideways with agile steps, which were the basic body movements taught in the Yiren Academy of Zhengzhong Middle School.

While dodging, he muttered something and quickly formed seals with his hands, trying to find the crocodile's weakness.

The crocodile became angry and embarrassed when it saw that its attack missed, and swept its huge tail across like a steel whip.

Wang Ning's eyes flashed, and his body leaned back, almost touching the ground, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Wang Ning calmed down and thought to himself, "This crocodile attacks so fast and its strength is beyond imagination. It is not a good idea to confront it head-on. We must find a way to contain it."

Thinking of this, he danced his hands quickly, a faint blue light appeared in his palms, and the surrounding water vapor quickly gathered towards him as if summoned.

In the blink of an eye, several water whips took shape in his hands, with cold light flashing on the tips of the whips.

Wang Ning shouted loudly, and the water whip in his hand lashed towards the crocodile like a nimble snake.

The crocodile felt threatened, turned around suddenly, and used its thick scales to withstand the whips.

The water whip hit the scales, making a crisp sound, but only leaving a few shallow marks.

The crocodile was completely enraged. It opened its bloody mouth, let out a dull roar, and pounced towards Wang Ning frantically.

Seeing this, Wang Ning didn't dare to take it head-on, and used his body skills to retreat continuously.

At the same time, he controlled the water whip, trying to disrupt the crocodile's actions.

But the crocodile was very fast and soon approached him. Just as the crocodile was about to pounce on him, Wang Ning suddenly stopped.

Suddenly! Wang Ning clasped his hands together, and the water whip instantly turned into countless tiny water needles, shooting towards the crocodile like a rainstorm.

The crocodile was unable to dodge and was hit by the water needles in several places.

But it had thick skin and these water injections only caused it some minor injuries.

The crocodile felt pain and attacked more fiercely.

It jumped high, opened its bloody mouth in the air, and bit towards Wang Ning.

Wang Ning's heart tightened and he quickly condensed a water shield to protect himself.

With a loud bang, the crocodile hit the water shield heavily. The huge impact force caused Wang Ning to retreat repeatedly.

His arms ached and cracks appeared on his water shield.

Wang Ning knew very well that this water shield would not last long.

At this moment, Wang Ning suddenly had an idea.

He remembered an ancient book about the mutual restraint of different arts that he had seen in the Zhengzhong Library before.

He thought to himself: "Crocodile belongs to water element and is fierce. If I can use earth to restrain water and then use wood to restrain it, maybe there is still a chance of survival."

Thinking of this, he ignored the pain in his arms and quickly changed his hand seals.

The ground under Wang Ning's feet began to loosen, and pieces of soil slowly rose up and condensed into a thick earth wall in front of him.

The crocodile pounced again and slammed its head into the earth wall. The wall shook violently, but at least it blocked the attack.

Wang Ning took this opportunity to quickly form seals with his hands. Suddenly, several thick vines stretched out from the earth wall and wrapped around the crocodile.

The crocodile was entangled in the vines and it struggled desperately, trying to break free.

But the vines became tighter and tighter, and its movements gradually became slower.

Seeing this, Wang Ning was delighted, thinking that victory was in his grasp.

He increased his spiritual power output, and many sharp thorns grew on the vines, piercing into the crocodile's body.

However, just when Wang Ning thought the battle was about to end, the crocodile suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar.

The scales on its body glowed with a dark green light, and the vines that were originally wrapped around it began to wither rapidly.

Wang Ning was shocked: "What kind of ability is this? Does it have a hidden trump card?" It turned out that this crocodile not only has powerful physical attack capabilities, but can also release a special poisonous mist. This poisonous mist can not only corrode the magic, but also cause the opponent's spiritual power to fall into chaos.

In the blink of an eye, the poisonous fog quickly spread and enveloped Wang Ning.

Wang Ning felt dizzy and his spiritual energy became disordered.

His vision began to blur and he lost control of his body.

The crocodile broke free from the withered vines and pounced towards Wang Ning again.

Wang Ning's heart was filled with despair, but he was unwilling to fail like this.

He gritted his teeth and used up his last bit of strength to condense a spiritual power barrier in front of him.

The crocodile hit the barrier hard, and the barrier shattered instantly. Wang Ning was also knocked out by the impact and fell heavily to the ground.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Wang Ning collapsed on the sand of the Colosseum, his limbs spread out, his chest heaving violently, and every breath seemed to pull at his broken lungs, making heavy and painful gasps.

His face was covered in blood and dust. Sweat mixed with blood kept sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the dry sand, instantly leaving a small dark mark.

Although he was unwilling, he had to face the situation at this moment.

Looking at the aggressive crocodile in front of him, Wang Ning was really scared at this moment.

There was no fighting spirit in his eyes, only deep fear and despair.

Looking at the crocodile that became more ferocious after being enraged, opening its bloody mouth and approaching him step by step, Wang Ning used up his last bit of strength, raised his right hand tremblingly, and shouted hoarsely: "I... give up!"

The sound seemed so faint in the empty arena, as if it would be drowned out by the whistling wind at any time.

However, his surrender did not seem to reach the ears of Zhao Feihong and Zhang Zhen.

Zhao Feihong stood next to the referee's seat, his eyes fixed on the situation on the field, his expression cold and focused, as if Wang Ning's shout was just an insignificant breeze.

Principal Zhang Zhen stood in the VIP seat with his hands folded across his chest, with an elusive look in his eyes, as if he had anticipated the outcome of the battle, but also as if he was waiting for something more important to happen.

When Wang Ning saw that his surrender was not responded to, he felt a strong sense of helplessness and anger.

He tried to struggle to get up, but he was powerless.

But as soon as he exerted force, he felt a piercing pain and fell heavily to the ground again.

His body was scratched in many places by the crocodile's fangs and claws. Blood kept gushing out of the wounds, gathering into a dark red pool on the sand.

The crocodile seemed to sense Wang Ning's weakness and became more unscrupulous.

A dull roar emanated from its throat, and its huge body slowly approached. The ground trembled slightly with every step it took.

There was a bloodthirsty light flashing in its eyes, and it stared at Wang Ning intently, as if it was staring at a delicious prey that was about to be eaten.

Wang Ning watched in horror as the crocodile got closer and closer. His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

His hands clawed desperately at the sand, trying to grab something to block the impending fatal attack, but he caught nothing but handfuls of dry sand.

"No! Don't!" Wang Ning screamed in despair, his voice full of fear and despair.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear of death and anger at this unfair battle.

The crocodile finally came in front of Wang Ning. It raised its head high, then suddenly lowered its head and bit Wang Ning's left leg.

Wang Ning let out a shrill scream, the sound seemed to be able to penetrate one's soul and make people shudder.

The crocodile's sharp teeth easily penetrated his flesh, and blood gushed out from the wound, splashing onto the crocodile's hard scales.

The crocodile shook its head vigorously and dragged Wang Ning's body several meters away.

Wang Ning's body rubbed against the sand, leaving a long bloody mark.

His hands were flailing in the air, trying to grab hold of anything that might save his life, and his nails were full of sand and dirt.

At this time, the spectators around the Colosseum were stunned by this bloody scene.

The originally noisy audience seats suddenly became quiet. Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide open, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

"Oh my God, this is so cruel!" A girl covered her mouth in horror, her eyes full of tears.

"How could this happen? He's already admitted defeat!" A boy stood up angrily, his hands clenched into fists, his face full of shock and anger.

The students' faces showed expressions of extreme fear. Some girls were so scared that they hid behind their companions, while some boys were pale and trembling slightly.

They never thought that a fight at a banquet would end in such a bloody and tragic way.

Now everyone understands.

It turned out that this was a Hongmen Banquet!

The crocodile didn't seem to intend to let Wang Ning go easily, and it bit Wang Ning's right arm again.

Wang Ning's screams echoed throughout the entire arena, making people shudder.

His arms struggled weakly in the crocodile's mouth, and blood kept dripping from the corners of the crocodile's mouth.

Wang Ning's consciousness began to gradually blur, and he felt that his life was slipping away bit by bit.

Double vision began to appear in front of his eyes, and images flashed through his mind.

The heartwarming scenes of playing with my parents when I was a child, and the days of studying and practicing with my classmates in the academy.

Even the days when he was suppressed by Zhao Kai.

These messy memories have now become his last comfort.

"Dad, Mom..." Wang Ning called out silently in his heart, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

At the last moment of his life, Wang Ning used up his last bit of strength to look at Principal Zhang Zhen in the VIP seat and Zhao Feihong next to the referee's seat.

His eyes were full of resentment and confusion, as if he was questioning why they ignored his surrender and why they turned this battle into a brutal massacre.

The crocodile was still biting Wang Ning's body. Wang Ning's body had become bloody and almost unrecognizable.

His legs and arms were broken, and his internal organs were pierced by the crocodile's fangs and spilled all over the ground.

Finally, Wang Ning's body stopped struggling, his eyes lost their luster, and he stared straight at the sky.

The sky was still blue, as if nothing terrible had happened.

There was dead silence in the Colosseum, with only the disgusting sound of the crocodile chewing on Wang Ning's body.

After a long time, Principal Zhang Zhen slowly spoke: "This battle ends here."

His voice echoed in the empty arena, but without a trace of warmth.

The students stood up silently, with fear and confusion in their hearts. Many wanted to leave, but were stopped by Zhao's security guards.

"Bold!" (End of this chapter)