Swire Overlord

Chapter 198 Too Much Blood, Let Me Clean It Up
There is no rush for this matter, the powerhouses have just had a preliminary idea, and if they really want to take action, they need to make sufficient preparations.

Zhao Yufan became frowning, and his face sank, like a sharp sword with a sharp edge, no one dared to approach it.

His face was extremely gloomy, which directly caused the onlookers to tremble with fear, and no one dared to speak.The competition was carried out in silence, and many people left one after another in a strange atmosphere.

Looking at the people who were gradually leaving, some people in the academy couldn't sit still. Although there were few people leaving, Zhao Yufan had lost the academy's face invisibly. He was just a hall master, how could he drive away the onlookers for no reason? ?Although he didn't do anything, the person who left has a lot to do with him.

At this time, on the ring, a student flew upside down towards the crowd, falling into the crowd like a kite with a broken string, causing a crowd of exclamations.

Zhao Yufan stared at the ring, on which stood a young man wearing a gold silk black robe, with a blood-stained keel knife in his hand, exuding a strong murderous aura. His name was 'He Wei', and he was not well-known in the academy.Just now, he knocked his opponent into the air with one move.

Zhao Yufan was walking forward, ready to check the injury of the injured student. When he came close, his brows furrowed instantly. The student was stabbed across the chest, blood spattered, and he was already dead.

Looking at He Wei with a cold expression, Zhao Yufan frowned in thought. This person was too vicious. Could it be that he had any grudges with the dead students?

The contest continued until four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was temporarily over.

In just one day, many masters indeed emerged in the academy, and even Zhao Yufan was afraid of some masters.

Tomorrow, the format of the competition will be changed, and it will be changed to battles in turns. That is to say, a disciple can continue to occupy the arena until there is no one to fight. times, and the quota is determined by lottery.

Tomorrow is an 'unfair' competition. This competition is not only for the academy, but disciples from other forces can also participate.

In the final outcome of Shou Lei, there is no strongest, no weakest, only infinite battles.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and everyone put up [-]% of their energy to meet the cruel hand fight.Although it is hard to defend the ring, you can also become famous in one battle, and enjoy the glory and wealth from then on.

Zhao Yufan silently stared at the ring guards. It was only after countless ring guards were carried away with serious injuries that he realized how brutal the contest was. Almost every ring guard left with serious injuries.

"He Wei, challenge on stage." A teacher announced.

He Wei came to the stage, holding the keel knife tightly.

The battle between him and his opponent was extremely fast, and within a few moments, the opponent was killed on the spot.

He Wei looked down at the blood-stained keel knife, and said with a ferocious smile: "My knife never shows mercy."

His knife was so merciless, ten students came up one after another, all of them died in the ring, the scene was extremely bloody.

"Very strong!" Zhao Yufan muttered to himself. He Wei used eleven knives and killed a student with one. His knives were very cruel, and his people were even more so.

As the breeze blew, a chill rose in everyone's hearts. The blood that bloomed on the ring was like a withered flower, which was ferocious and terrifying.

With a flash of sword light, a student was lost.

Blood filled the arena, and He Wei was like a demon descending on the world, provoking justice and defying the light.

No one knows why he wants to kill, but everyone knows that he is demonstrating.

Demonstration for whom?Maybe it's Zimang Academy, maybe it's the six sects, maybe it's Zimang Empire, maybe it's everyone present.

He seemed to use killing to end the entire contest and the young man's life.

Young people from various forces are agitated, they are not convinced, and they want to compete in the field.The dean and the leaders of various forces were very helpless and could only acquiesce.

Because of He Wei's sudden appearance, the competition system was abolished directly. Whoever is not afraid of death can face He Wei.

Wang Bo of the Divine Sword Sect was the first person who was not afraid of death. He was defeated in the first battle with Zhou Hai. Now, he wants to use this opportunity to wash away his shame.

However, He Wei's knife, like a messenger of death, slashed across Wang Bo's neck with a terrifying breath of death.

At that time, Wang Bo's sword was standing upright in front of his chest. The moment the sword broke, his soul was broken.

In fact, Wang Bo's sword was already stained with his own blood before it broke.

One knife is enough to rule the roost, this is the power of He Wei's one knife.

Seeing that He Wei only made one strike, many people thought of Zhao Yufan's one strike.

If Zhao Yufan's sword confronts He Wei's sword, what will be the result?No one knew the result, unless the two had a chance to fight, but judging by Zhao Yufan's behavior, he seemed too lazy to make a move.

At this time, Zhao Yufan was leaning against an elm tree, squinting his eyes lazily, as if he would fall asleep in the next moment. He Wei was indeed very strong, but it was not enough for him to make a move. A master can also draw with He Wei.

He Wei's methods are just too bloody. If you observe carefully, you will find that his opponents are all below the ninth level of warriors, and his own cultivation is also at the ninth level of warriors. If there are tenth level warriors, He Wei will not be arrogant, but Many tenth-level warriors disdain to deal with He Wei, they all have their own enemies, and they don't want to waste their energy on He Wei.

The tenth-level warriors do not come forward, and only the ninth-level warriors come to challenge. However, He Wei is so powerful that ordinary ninth-level warriors are not his opponents. What is even more chilling is that Yu He Wei's fighters are all dead.

Who would dare to compete unless he was certain of winning?

The dazzling scarlet shone non-stop on the ring, as if mocking everyone who dared not go on stage.

"Zhao Yufan, get out!"

He Wei shouted loudly, shaking the sky with white clouds.

Zhao Yufan opened his mouth, yawned, and looked at He Wei listlessly, with a slightly dignified expression.

He didn't speak, just walked forward so calmly, and everyone gave way one after another wherever he passed.He was 500 meters away from the ring, and he could have reached it in a few seconds by jumping, but he didn't do that, he just walked slowly, not in a hurry.

Although everyone was impatient, no one complained, not even a trace of dissatisfied breathing.

In the peaceful world, only Zhao Yufan's dull footsteps and bloody breathing could be heard.

The moment Zhao Yufan stepped onto the ring, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but he suddenly said a word, which eased the oppressive atmosphere.

"There's too much blood, I'm here to clean it up."

He didn't come to fight, but to clean up.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched. Their moods were as if hot coals had suddenly fallen into an ice cave. There was helplessness in anger, exhilaration in resignation, and a hint of disappointment in exuberance.

Even though He Wei was cruel, he couldn't resist Zhao Yufan's words.

His words broke the terrifying atmosphere deliberately created by He Wei.

At this moment, countless strong men understand that Zhao Yufan has already defeated He Wei with a simple sentence, and this kind of victory is a spiritual victory.

(End of this chapter)