Chapter 693 - 668: Immobilizing Coin
After Qi Jie stepped down from the stage, Sun Zhe thought there wouldn’t be many people daring to challenge him.
But to his surprise, after Qi Jie stepped down, the number of people coming up to challenge him increased instead.
Those Qi Refining Martial Artists came one after another, even though they knew they were not Sun Zhe’s match, they eagerly rushed to the stage, each one with a mindset of learning from challenging Sun Zhe.
Because as they thought, only by sparring with a genius powerhouse like Sun Zhe could they effectively improve themselves.
And as the defender, Sun Zhe naturally accepted every challenge.
...
As one match followed another, fighting from morning till dusk, Sun Zhe had achieved a streak of twenty-seven consecutive victories!
The crowd below saw he was physically exhausted, barely able to stand straight, yet their fighting spirit surged even stronger, each one eager to try.
"The damn guy’s about to drop! Brothers, anyone else wanna go up? Let’s see who can end his winning streak today!"
"Damn, all you do is talk big here, why don’t you go up yourself? Do you think getting hit by that giant sword feels good?"
"If you’re not going, I will!"
A Qi Refining Martial Artist with a large hammer suddenly stepped forward from the crowd, leaped onto the stage with an imposing aura, seemingly confident in victory, but in just four or five minutes, he was thrown off the stage along with his hammer.
On the fighting stage.
Sun Zhe was drenched in sweat, panting as he scanned the crowd below, "Who else!"
At this moment.
In the viewing gallery.
Qi Xue glanced at Zhang Feng beside her, asking, "Why aren’t you going yet?"
Zhang Feng’s lips curled slightly, a look of strategy in his chest, he smiled faintly, "No rush. To be safe, I’ll wait until those fools have worn him down enough before I go."
"He’s won so many matches, thinking he can easily secure the title of Martial Hero today. When I go up and end him... hehe, lose the title and the man, won’t that make him ashamed?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Xue suddenly laughed, "Then let’s wait a bit longer."
...
In the blink of an eye.
Sun Zhe won another three matches.
His total victories today had reached an astonishing thirty-one matches!
If no one stops him today, he would secure the title of Martial Hero.
Just as everyone thought Sun Zhe was going to claim the Martial Hero title today, suddenly a commotion arose from the back of the crowd.
"It’s Zhang Feng!"
"Record holder from the Qi Refining District with twenty-six consecutive victories, Martial Hero never before dethroned!"
"Wasn’t he in seclusion? Why did he suddenly come here?"
"Haha, why else? Sun Zhe’s winning streak has already surpassed his, about to knock him off the Martial Hero title, he must be feeling threatened."
"Damn, this is gonna be good!"
...
Amidst the crowd’s chatter, Zhang Feng, wielding a saber, briskly yet leisurely walked onto the stage.
Sun Zhe’s face darkened slightly, clearly sensing that this previous Martial Hero was different from the others.
In his current state, handling this would be troublesome.
However, Sun Zhe was somewhat confident, believing it would be an even match at best.
Zhang Feng halted, looking at Sun Zhe with a condescending gaze, full of arrogance.
In his eyes, Sun Zhe was already a dead man.
"Kid, do you know who I am?"
Sun Zhe smiled faintly, "Did your dad never tell you who you are?"
Zhang Feng grimaced, "Kid, you’re asking for death."
Sun Zhe stopped talking nonsense, took a deep breath, and dragged the heavy Mountain-Suppressing Sword towards Zhang Feng.
Just then, Zhang Feng’s aura surged, suddenly leaping several feet into the air, wielding his saber downwards towards Sun Zhe’s head!
Seeing this, the audience gasped in astonishment.
"He started with his ’Celestial Falling Mad Saber’!"
"Looks like Zhang Feng is serious, this saber of his, few in the same realm can block it!"
"No kidding, facing a genius like Sun Zhe, how could he not be serious?"
...
On the fighting stage.
Seeing Zhang Feng’s descending saber, Sun Zhe did not dare to be careless, immediately blocking it horizontally with his sword.
"Clang——!"
A deafening echo spread.
The fierce saber aura scattered violently, Sun Zhe felt as if a massive rock was pressing on his head, his legs barely supporting, forced to kneel down with one knee.
Zhang Feng sneered, "What a foolish cat or dog, aiming for the title of Martial Hero in the Qi Refining District, did you ask my mad saber first?"
Sun Zhe, kneeling on one knee, struggled to push the sword up, releasing True Qi all over to repel Zhang Feng.
"And what kind of cat or dog are you? Want to stop me from claiming Martial Hero!"
Even verbally, Sun Zhe refused to lose, immediately retorting angrily, wielding his giant sword in a sweeping attack.
"Die, bastard!"
As the Giant Sword swept in, Zhang Feng felt a jolt of danger, quickly jumping back to narrowly evade Sun Zhe’s sword.
Yet Sun Zhe pursued relentlessly, delivering several more slashes.
The sword weighing 1,500 pounds seemed weightless in his hands, whistling sharply, Sword Qi scattering everywhere!
"This kid really has some skill, seems he hasn’t been worn down enough before."
"That Giant Sword, if I get hit just once, it’s over for me."
"If that’s the case, I can only end this quickly!"
Zhang Feng’s face grew extremely sinister, barely keeping up with Sun Zhe’s fierce onslaught, dodging left and right defensively.
Suddenly, finding an opening, he swiftly retrieved a copper coin the size of a baby’s palm from his waist, tossing it towards Sun Zhe.
The copper coin emitted blinding spiritual light upon release, carrying terrifying power, hitting Sun Zhe in the abdomen.
After being struck, Sun Zhe felt his body become heavier, the dreadful energy didn’t explode but instantly spread throughout his body, locking him in an invisible shackle, disabling him from moving.
Zhang Feng laughed wildly, rushing forward, slicing horizontally with his saber.
"Die!"
The sharp blade ripped open the flesh on Sun Zhe’s chest, sliding along the hard ribs.
Pushed by the terrifying force, Sun Zhe along with his sword was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
Fortunately, due to his Gathering Spirit strengthened physique, otherwise Zhang Feng’s single saber would have sliced him in half.
The audience erupted in shock.
"What happened?"
"Why did he suddenly stop moving?"
"Are you blind? Didn’t see Zhang Feng used a Magical Treasure?"
...
At the same time.
Lying on a hospital bed, Qi Jie trembled, staring incredulously at his phone screen.
After being taken to the hospital, he had been watching Sun Zhe’s match live through the underground fighting app.
"That’s sister’s immobilization coin, how did it end up with Zhang Feng?"
"Could it be..."
Suddenly realizing something, he ignored his injuries, quickly flipping off the bed and rushing out of the hospital room.
...
On the fighting stage.
Sun Zhe struggled fiercely, but the more he struggled, the harder it was to move.
The copper coin was firmly attached to his belly, its energy like invisible shackles.
Little Dragon Girl sneered, "Never thought they’d use such petty tricks. Xiao Zhezi, need my help?"
Sun Zhe shook his head, "Not for now, I’ll handle it myself. This bastard’s playing dirty tricks, so I’ll make sure to cripple his arms later, so he’ll never wield a saber again."
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