C41 Don't you want to thank me?

With that said, Wang Hao fiercely stomped his foot, and his body quickly leaped up, attacking towards Zhao Liang who was in mid air.

At the same time, Wang Hao secretly sighed in his heart. It could be seen that the Zhao Family had high hopes for Zhao Liang, so much so that they did not spare any effort to cultivate him.

This caused Zhao Liang's entire strength to be sufficient to look down upon his peers in the Luoyang Town s.

But, even so, in Wang Hao's eyes, it was still not enough.

The difference between the two was too great in all aspects.

As for Zhao Liang, no one could be arrogant with him, it just so happened that he bumped into Wang Hao's gun at the entrance. At this moment, he had already suffered two consecutive losses on the stage, and it was still unknown how he restrained himself.

If he wasn't unlucky, who would be?

Wang Hao did not even use thirty percent of his strength. As long as he used the strength of his Body Refinement Sixth Layer and true energy at the seventh level of the Qi Disciple stage, he would be able to completely suppress Zhao Liang.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

In the air, Zhao Liang, who had just unleashed a Tyrant Blade, cried out in extreme shock.

Especially when he saw Wang Hao rushing towards him, he panicked and didn't know how to react.

He had almost exhausted all of his true energy and strength in that one strike just now. He had been confident that he could severely injure Wang Hao, so he hadn't held back at all.

However, the result in front of him was too hard to believe and to accept.

At this moment, there was nothing he could do. He wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

"Everything is possible! You're finished!"

Wang Hao grinned, his sword finger pointed out again.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

Four fingers of sword Qi shot out, hitting Zhao Liang's four limbs.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A blood-curdling scream resounded through the entire arena, causing everyone to feel a chill in their hearts.

It was not over yet. Wang Hao grabbed Zhao Liang's neck, causing his screams to stop.

After that, Wang Hao carried Zhao Liang's weak and handicapped body and steadily landed on the ground.

"Hiss!"

Looking at the Zhao Liang whose neck was being held by Wang Hao, and who was being lifted up in the air with his limbs hanging powerlessly, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

There was a momentary silence, an absolute silence.

"Zhao Liang, this is the result of you provoking me and provoking the Wang Family!"

Wang Hao laughed coldly, "Take the title of 'number one trash'!"

"Cough cough!"

With his four limbs crippled, Zhao Liang was heavily injured and had no strength to continue breathing. However, because of the strangling on his neck, he was unable to make a sound.

At this moment, how could he not understand that Wang Hao's strength far surpassed his. He had been teasing him from the beginning, making him look bad.

However, he was too arrogant and conceited to notice the gap between the two of them.

Now, not only had Wang Hao severely injured him, he had also crippled four limbs, and wanted to continue to humiliate him with words.

This kind of treatment had always been given to others by him. He never thought that one day, he himself would also experience such an abject treatment.

He felt a sense of extreme grievance, shame, anger, and grief.

But, there was nothing he could do, he could only allow Wang Hao to take advantage of him.

"How dare you!"

At this moment, an angry shout came from the Southern Viewing Platform. Zhao Tianba, who had recovered, could no longer hold back.

"Wang Hao, you actually attacked so viciously. You are simply courting death!"

Zhao Tianba ignored his status and roared as he rushed out.

Wang Hao glanced at him sideways, laughed coldly and turned a blind eye to the menacing Zhao Tianba.

This was because someone would come out of it.

In the northern stands, Wang Liancheng said with a smile, "Hehe, could it be that Brother Zhao cannot afford to lose? Brother Zhao still thinks that Wang is just a decoration. "

While chuckling, Wang Liancheng's figure had already flashed out, and landed in front of Wang Hao, blocking his path.

"You!"

Zhao Tianba was left speechless for a moment, staring at Wang Hao who was behind Wang Liancheng, killing intent surfaced in his eyes frequently.

Zhao Tianba, your son first injured my Wang Family's Wang Bo. Now that he has been injured by Wang Hao, we can consider it even. "

Wang Liancheng's smile faded as he spoke with an irrefutable tone.

"Humph!" Wang Liancheng, you are right. Can Wang Bo's injuries be compared with my son? " Zhao Tianba snorted.

"Tsk, who asked your son to be so weak, to be so arrogant when he couldn't even withstand a single blow. He looks like he deserved a beating from the heavens. Serves him right."

Wang Hao interrupted in disdain, "Also, this is a competition between people under the age of sixteen. You, a person who has exceeded the age of sixteen, actually have the nerve to forcefully intervene.

"How dare you!"

Zhao Tianba was angered to the point that his eyes were about to split, the killing intent in his eyes was high, and he did not hide it at all.

It was about to explode.

Wang Liancheng was already prepared for battle.

"Brother Zhao, your son's injuries are still more important!"

Zhou Qian stood up and shouted loudly, becoming the peacemaker.

"Humph!" "Hurry up and put down Ming'er!"

Zhao Tianba restrained himself and shouted coldly towards Wang Hao.

However, Wang Hao disapproved and laughed, "Hehe, Clan Leader Zhao, are you blind? Your son has not admitted defeat, and my battle with him is not yet over. Now, please leave the platform, immediately! "

Zhao Tianba did not care about Wang Hao, and instead shouted at Wang Liancheng while gnashing his teeth, "Wang Liancheng, Ming'er's four limbs have already been crippled, do you guys still want to do anything else, do you really think that I, Zhao Tianba, has a very good temper? "He doesn't dare to make a move?"

Wang Liancheng also felt that Wang Hao was overdoing it, for him to cripple the other party to such an extent, even the Zhao Family had lost face for him, it was more or less enough.

However, since Wang Hao had already spoken, Wang Liancheng naturally could not lower his family's imposing manner.

"Zhao Tianba, it's just a competition between juniors, I think it's best if we don't interfere!"

Wang Liancheng smiled indifferently, he obviously did not plan to persuade Wang Hao.

Zhao Tianba's eyes turned red, he roared, "I can give up on behalf of Ming'Er, just let it go."

Wang Hao still did not give up, and said coldly, "Patriarch Zhao, I do not like to say the same thing twice. If you do not withdraw, my hand might shake, and your son's life will be gone."

"How dare you!"

Zhao Tianba bellowed, "If you dare to hurt my son even a little, I, Zhao Tianba!"

"Cough cough!"

Wang Hao used a bit of force with his finger, causing him to find it hard to breathe, and he started to cough, interrupting Zhao Tianba's threat.

"My patience is extremely limited. Patriarch Zhao, you should think it through clearly. If you lose all your limbs, there is still a high chance of you being healed. However, if your neck is broken, then even an immortal god or immortal of the Great Firmament will find it hard to save you!"

Wang Hao said calmly, not the least bit afraid of Zhao Tianba's threat.

"Brother Zhao, it's better if you hurry up. If you drag this on, your son will be the one suffering!"

Zhou Qian was also helpless towards Wang Hao's tough ways of handling things, but Wang Hao had his reasons, other than being a little ruthless, he did not make any mistakes.

On the other hand, Zhao Tianba had indeed broken the rules of the competition.

And he was the first person in decades to break the rules of the competition.

Honestly speaking, Zhou Qian was very unhappy about this matter, because the competition this time was between Zhou family, but Zhao Tianba did not put his Zhou family in his eyes at all.

"Zhao Tianba, quickly scram. If you don't scram, your son will suffocate to death!"

Seeing that Zhou Qian did not side with Zhao Tianba, the last bit of worry in Wang Liancheng's heart disappeared as he unceremoniously shouted coldly.