Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

However, Wang Bing's behavior today broke the rules and was an oppression and massacre of the elves!

There are still 6,000 words left!

Chapter 47: A slap knocked Wang Bing unconscious again

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a poor little creature."

Wang Bing looked at Feng Xingtong's red eyes, but there was a strong greed in his eyes: "Your Feng family practices the art of summoning spirits and sending generals, but you don't know that there is also the secret art of summoning spirits."

"Instead of letting the spirits attach themselves to my body one by one and borrowing their power, it is better to eat them all directly and turn them into my own cultivation. Although the increase is not much, it is a permanent improvement!"

"So, hand over all those powerful spirits in you to me!"

Wang Bing roared wildly, stretched out his hands again, and used his strength to fiercely tear the elf on Feng Xingtong's body!

Feng Xingtong, who was in pain, could only hold on and use the Soul Binding and General Summoning Technique to protect the rest of the spirits in his body.

But under the impact of Wang Bing's secret art of subduing the soul, he fell into a disadvantage from the very beginning. The pain was like the tearing of his soul, and it even made him bleed from all seven orifices!

"Xiaofeng, let me go. If you continue like this, you will die too!" A spirit exuded old thoughts and revealed a sense of anxiety.

He didn't want to see Feng Xingtong, whom he had grown up with, suffer such pain!

"Grandpa Zizhong, I will never give up and watch you get devoured by that king!"

Feng Xingtong was bleeding from all seven orifices. Even though his body had reached its limit, he was still frantically using the Soul Capture and General Sending Technique to protect his spirit at all costs!

And in the viewing seats.

Feng Zhenghao, who saw this scene, turned pale with fear from his usual calm expression. He turned his gaze to Wang Ai in front of him and asked, "Senior Wang, why does your Wang family know the unique skill of my Feng family, the Soul Confinement and General Sent!"

The deep voice was extremely low, containing a sense of majesty and anger!

But Wang Ai still squinted his eyes, revealing a half-smile, not caring about Feng Zhenghao's questioning, and snorted coldly, "Young man, you have a bad temper. Why, your Feng family can use this spirit-binding and general-sending technique, but my Wang family can't?"

"Look carefully, your Soul Binding and General Sent Out is just an incomplete version compared to mine. Isn't there a difference between the primary and the secondary?"

As Wang Ai spoke, he gently poked the ground with the crutch in his hand, making a dull thumping sound.

Feng Zhenghao, who was standing by, heard this and his eyes trembled. At this moment, he also fell silent.

He first looked at Lu Ci who was beside Wang Ai, then looked at the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei who was sitting alone in the front. He rationally suppressed his emotions and stopped asking questions in a hurry.

Then he turned around and looked at Feng Xingtong who was fighting hard in the field, with worry in his eyes.

at the same time.

"Master, why does Wang Bing also know how to capture spirits and dispatch generals from the Feng family?" Zhang Lingyu, who was also watching the battle, couldn't help but ask Zhang Taichu.

In his memory, the Wang family's signature martial art was clearly Danqing Shentu, so how could it be the same as the Feng family's?

Hearing this, Zhang Taichu frowned slightly and snorted coldly, "During the Jiashen Rebellion, the Wang family's group of wild dogs were very violent and once captured Feng Tianyang. They also used despicable means to snatch the spirit-binding general."

Memories were brought back to him. Thinking of this, he looked at Wang Bing, who seemed extremely arrogant in the field, and felt his hands itching. He couldn't help but want to beat him up again.

But he knew clearly the purpose of his senior brother in organizing the Luotian Grand Ceremony, so he did not rush into action and disrupt the order of the competition.

In the martial arts arena.

Wang Bing was frantically trying to snatch the elf from Feng Xingtong.

His strength, which had been amplified by the secret art of subduing spirits, was obviously much stronger, and it directly forced the opponent to vomit blood.

"Your bones are still quite hard." Wang Bing sneered, his eyes becoming more bloodthirsty: "Wait until I swallow your soul, and then I will crush all your bones into pieces."

Feng Xingtong's condition was also deteriorating rapidly at this time.

His face was pale and blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes to his collar. He looked extremely miserable, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

But Wang Zizhong's spirit eventually moved towards Wang Bing inch by inch.

"Hehehe, this elf smells really delicious."

Wang Bing looked at the elf that was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help licking his dry lips with great greed.

As soon as he thought of it, a powerful suction force appeared in his palm, which pulled Wang Zizhong's spirit towards him and pinched it hard in his hand.

At the same time, a red light appeared in his eyes, and he opened his mouth wide, ready to use the spirit-subduing technique again!

"No, let go of Grandpa Zizhong!"

Feng Xingtong collapsed to the ground powerlessly, raised his head with difficulty and roared at Wang Bing.

"Oh, let him go?" Wang Bing grinned, "Since when did the weak become qualified to negotiate terms?"

"If you don't have enough strength, you deserve to be trampled on!"

As he spoke, he opened his big white teeth and bit down hard on the spirit in his hand. A suction force emerged from his throat, transforming the substance that made up the spirit into pure power and feeding it back to himself.

And Wang Zizhong, at this moment, struggled and shouted: "Xiao Feng, what are you waiting for? Send me freedom!"

The old voice was filled with deep sorrow and pierced into Feng Xingtong's mind.

Feng Xingtong finally realized that he was no longer able to change the situation and hung his head dejectedly.

Tears and blood flowed from his eyes, but he did not hesitate to use the spirit-binding and general-sending techniques. Through the connection he had established with Wang Zizhong, he shook the old man's spirit to pieces!

The old man's dark spirit began to disappear at this moment.

And in those old eyes, there was also a strong reluctance. He turned his head towards Feng Xingtong, smiled, and then disappeared into nothingness.

“Grandpa Zizhong——!”

Seeing the elf, who was like a family member, passing away at this moment, Feng Xingtong's face was filled with tears and sorrow.

In order to prevent Grandpa Zi Zhong from being devoured by the king and doing evil, he had no choice but to harden his heart and let his soul fly away.

In a trance, Feng Xingtong, who had suffered a severe spiritual trauma, finally couldn't hold on and was about to pass out.

And the other side.

Wang Bing, whose good plan had been ruined, felt a surge of anger in his heart.

"You would rather let your spirit body scatter and die than let me devour you. Damn it!"

He stared fiercely at Feng Xingtong who was lying on the ground not far away, clenched his fists, and rushed up directly like a mad dog, wanting to ruthlessly trample on the other party!

Bang!

Wang Bing kicked Feng Xingtong hard in the abdomen, causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose, his eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.

But he had no intention of stopping, and continued to swing his fist and punch Feng Xingtong.

But the next moment, something changed suddenly.

He felt a chill down his spine, and he felt as if he was being locked onto by some terrifying existence!

Before he could react, a huge force descended at the same time and hit his cheek with precision.

There was a loud bang.

In extreme pain, Wang Bing's teeth fell out, and he spurted out large amounts of blood!

He flew backwards and was slapped dozens of feet away, hitting the wooden wall of the martial arts field, with his whole body embedded in it!

During the process, Wang Bing had no time to scream. After being slapped, he was in a trance. He felt that half of his face had lost sensation and was swollen like a pig's head!

In the viewing gallery, Zhang Taichu retracted the finger he had extended, his face calm.

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Chapter 48 Isn’t it normal that I couldn’t stop for a moment?

The originally noisy martial arts arena.

The moment Wang Bing was knocked away, everything immediately became quiet.

Everyone fell into a daze, and then, they all looked towards where Zhang Taichu was and swallowed.

They clearly saw a golden light shooting out from the direction of Taichu Zhenren, crossing a distance of dozens of feet, and landing on Wang Bing, who had attacked Feng Xingtong ruthlessly, and blasted the latter away!

This sudden scene stunned everyone!

At this moment, the faces of the senior officials on the rostrum all turned strange.

Wang Ai reacted and his amiable smile suddenly turned into a murderous intent. He stood up immediately and looked at Zhang Taichu angrily, saying coldly, "Master Zhang, what do you mean by this? Why did you suddenly attack my grandson during the competition?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint green aura gushed out of his body, faintly emitting a powerful pressure, which made the young people in the surrounding audience seats suddenly have their hair stand on end!

The last time Zhang Taichu attacked his grandson, he had not yet avenged that blow, but just a few days later, he was attacked by the same enemy again!

Even if it was a real old Maitreya Buddha, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to sit still at this moment!

Zhang Taichu did not even look at Wang Ai's questioning. He just laughed and said, "This little stray dog ​​is just as unruly as you, an old stray dog. He is running wild on Longhu Mountain. What's wrong with me taking action to control him?"

It is another metaphor using the word wild dog.

Zhang Taichu’s contempt made Wang Ai’s already turbulent Qi even more violent. Under his old eyelids were eyes blazing with anger!

The younger generation sitting near him couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei had a calm look, as if he did not notice all this. Feng Zhenghao's eyes flashed with brilliance, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.

Lu Ci, who had remained silent the whole time, reached out and gently tugged at the corner of Wang Ai's clothes.

Wang Ai's eyes trembled, and his brain, which had been overwhelmed, became clearer. After considering the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and sneered, "I'm talking to you. In a competition, it is inevitable to have bumps and bruises to determine the winner. What did I, the King Taisun, do wrong? How did I break the rules?"

Zhang Taichu raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "This Luotian Dajiao competition is about winning or losing, not life or death."

"I clearly saw that Feng Xingtong was already unconscious and unable to fight anymore, but that little wild dog just wanted to catch him and bite him again."

"I took action to stop it. Isn't that normal?"

As the words fell, everyone in the audience could hear them clearly.

Everyone listened to the reasons given by Master Taichu and recalled the scene that happened on the battlefield before, but they couldn't see clearly whether Feng Xingtong was unconscious at that time.

But after Wang Bing was knocked away, Feng Xingtong indeed fainted on the ground.

Thinking about it this way, Master Taichu’s actions seemed to make a lot of sense!

When Wang Ai heard this, his face froze, but he quickly sneered, "Isn't it normal to be unable to stop during a sparring match?"

"The referee will naturally decide this matter. Why do you want to interfere?"

Zhang Taichu continued, "This happened at the Luotian Grand Ceremony in Longhu Mountain. Why can't I, Zhang Taichu, intervene?"

"I just didn't like that little stray dog, so I didn't stop myself. Isn't that normal?"

When Wang Ai heard this, his old face trembled. He was really angry, but for a moment, he could not refute!

If anyone dared to hit his grandson, Wang Ai would not listen to reason. But the person he was facing was Zhang Taichu, so he was helpless!

In the martial arts arena, Wang Bing, who was slapped against the wooden wall by Zhang Taichu, has barely regained some consciousness.

He only felt that half of his face was swollen and numb, and he couldn't even speak. There was an extremely overbearing true energy that kept colliding with his body, bringing pain deep into his bones!

The remaining bit of rationality, however, made him understand through his great-grandfather's words that the person who had just attacked him cruelly was Zhang Taichu, who had slapped him a few days ago!

"Woo."

Wang Bing groaned in pain, his eyes swollen into slits, gleaming with hatred.

But in the audience, Wang Ai, who had no way to deal with Zhang Taichu, could only suffer the loss with a grim face.

"The slap at the opening ceremony of Luotian Dajiao and the slap today, Wang has remembered them all."

Wang Ai snorted coldly and turned to look at the referee's seat, wanting to call for someone to dig his precious grandson out from the wooden wall.

But Zhang Taichu said cheerfully: "You remembered it wrongly. There was more than one slap today."

After he finished speaking, he extended his left index finger again, seemingly more casually.

A golden light condensed in front of him, and in an instant it pressed down, crossing a distance of nearly a hundred feet, and landed on the other half of Wang Bing's face with incredible precision!

There was a loud bang.

Even Wang Ai didn't have time to react, let alone take action to stop it.

Wait until the huge cloud of dust rises.

Wang Ai was so shocked that he had no time to rebuke Zhang Taichu. He jumped into the field, turned into a shadow, and arrived at where Wang Bing was in just a few breaths.

The people in the audience also reacted at this time.