C28 Li Zhuohua's Rage(2)

"Cheh!"

Dung Tianzuo looked in the direction where Chiang Peisheng had left, and he made a sound of disdain.

He knew that Chiang Peisheng was an expert at the Astral Realm. Although Dung Tianzuo also had his own Gang Qi, he was only at the Physical Forging Body. The gap between them was still very big. He knew that he was no match for Chiang Peisheng. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Chiang Peisheng go so easily.

At this time, the judge slowly walked up to the arena and began announcing the winner of the competition.

"Winner, Dung Tianzuo," the referee called out Dung Tianzuo's name.

Dung Tianzuo, on the other hand, no longer had any interest in the match as if it had nothing to do with him. He simply walked down the stage.

Lee Zhuohua had been standing below the arena. When he saw Dung Tianzuo coming in his direction, he said with a slightly cold tone, "You have gone too far."

Dung Tianzuo, who was originally uninterested, suddenly heard what Lee Zhuohua said. His eyes narrowed and he stopped in his tracks. He looked at Lee Zhuohua with an evil smile on his face.

"What is it? Do you want to stand up for him?" Dung Tianzuo said with an evil smile, "Originally, I wanted to have some fun, but he was too weak. Who knew that I wouldn't be able to take a light touch from him?"

Lee Zhuohua's face was filled with anger as he looked at Dung Tianzuo with fiery eyes.

"Bullying someone weaker than you is very enjoyable, isn't it? In a while, on the arena, you will also let me experience this pleasure. "Lee Zhuohua said without the slightest hint of a smile.

Dung Tianzuo, who was smiling evilly at first, slowly stopped smiling when he heard Lee Zhuohua's words. He looked at Lee Zhuohua with a burning gaze.

"An ant will never know how powerful a true dragon is, but it will always try to fight against a dragon." Dung Tianzuo said disdainfully, not putting Lee Zhuohua in his eyes at all.

"That applies to you as well." Lee Zhuohua's eyes narrowed as he stared at Dong Tianzuo and mocked him.

"Then let us see who is the ant and who is the true dragon." After saying that, Dung Tianzuo left without looking back.

The palm strike from Chiang Peisheng had already injured his internal organs. He needed to quickly regulate his breathing and stabilize the injuries in his body.

"That old bastard, hmph." Dung Tianzuo snorted coldly in his heart.

Lee Zhuohua looked at Dung Tianzuo's back with a faint smile.

"Ant? True Dragon? This analogy is very appropriate, but you seem to have gotten the wrong person for the metaphor, hehe. " Lee Zhuohua said to himself in his heart. He might not even know it, but he was already starting to feel anger in his heart.

At this time, the referee called out the number of the next group of contestants on the arena.

"Number two, number nine, please come up to the ring." After the referee shouted out the number of the next group's contestants, he walked down from the ring.

Lee Zhuohua heard his number and walked up to the arena. On the other side, Dung Tianzuo, who was sitting cross-legged, also looked up when he heard Lee Zhuohua's number.

After Lee Zhuohua walked up the stage, he didn't say anything when he saw that his opponent was a burly man. He just cupped his fists and bowed.

The burly man also cupped his fists and bowed to Lee Zhuohua.

After what happened to Chiang Wenn just now, Lee Zhuohua was no longer in the mood to play, so he said expressionlessly.

"Please."

When the burly man saw Lee Zhuohua's calm appearance, he was a little surprised. Because he had also seen the first round of the battle between Lee Zhuohua and Suen Hee. In his imagination, Lee Zhuohua winning was entirely due to luck. Why did he seem so calm now?

"Was it an act?" the burly man wondered.

Even the audience below the arena started to discuss about Lee Zhuohua.

"Lee Zhuohua must have won against Suen Hee because of luck." Someone said.

"So, this time, he's going to be unlucky. I don't believe that he can always be so lucky!" Another person said with a slightly sour tone.

Lee Zhuohua, who was standing on the arena, did not care what the burly man and the audience below the arena thought. Right now, he only wanted to finish the battle quickly, and completely lost the mood to play with Suen Hee.

Lee Zhuohua's eyes flashed, and his body began to move.

Seeing that Lee Zhuohua had made a move, the burly man was also on his guard, but he did not expect Lee Zhuohua's figure to be too fast. His eyes could not catch Lee Zhuohua's figure at all.

Before he could react, Lee Zhuohua had already arrived behind him.

Lee Zhuohua did not dawdle either. His right hand turned into a blade and slashed at the burly man's neck.

"Bam!"

The poor burly man didn't even have time to react before he fainted on the ground.

Insta-kill.

Lee Zhuohua looked at the burly man, and without saying a word, he walked down the arena.

At this moment, there was silence below the arena.

Everyone looked at the scene of Lee Zhuohua defeating the burly man in front of them in disbelief. Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and following that, an earthshaking exclamation erupted in the drill ground.

"This... How is this possible? Isn't he just lucky." Someone said in disbelief.

"So powerful! This speed has already surpassed the Body Forging stage, right?" Someone said in shock.

"Swish... Insta-killed!" Someone said while swallowing his saliva.

Lee Zhuohua, who had already walked down from the arena, turned a deaf ear to the exclamations in the arena and returned to his seat in silence.

On the other side, Dung Tianzuo, who had been paying attention to Lee Zhuohua, also had a serious expression on his face. He had never thought that Lee Zhuohua would display such an astonishing strength.

"With such speed, I have to be on my guard when I meet him later," Dung Tianzuo muttered to himself as he adjusted his condition.

Lee Zhuohua sensed Dung Tianzuo's gaze and turned his head to look at him. There was a trace of anger in his eyes.