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Song Shibo was already drenched in cold sweat. From Meng Zheng\'s physique, he had thought that his strength was only average. Even if he was really forced to fight, he would still have a chance. But who would have thought that he was a body condensation state body cultivator. If they really fought, he wouldn\'t have any way to live.

"Song Shi Bo, why aren\'t you coming up? do you want me to go down and invite you?" Meng Zheng chuckled darkly, his expression sinister.

"I don\'t want to compete anymore, I don\'t want to compete anymore." Song Shi Bo muttered, his entire body trembling in fear.

"If you don\'t want to compete, then why are you standing out?" Meng Zheng said with a look of disdain.

"I ... I\'m just here to watch the fun. Oh no, I\'m just here to be a bystander. Why did I go in the wrong direction? it\'s too hot and heatstroke. I\'m so dizzy. I\'m so dizzy." Song Shibo quivered and fanned his ears with his hand to let the cool wind blow. Suddenly, his head tilted and he "fainted" onto the ground.

Seeing a sovereign level master shamelessly use the art of dizzying, everyone broke out in cold sweat.

To think that you were full of arrogance earlier, and your big talk was about to be exposed. After all this trouble, you\'re actually such a shameless person. Where\'s your responsibility? where\'s your master\'s attitude? He had seen shameless people before, but he had never seen someone as shameless as this.

Even elder Xu and the others had a look of shame on their faces. They had originally wanted him to go on stage to suffer a little and embarrass himself, but they did not expect him to be humiliated like this. Even the Xu family\'s face had been completely lost by him.

"Hmph, this kind of trash, how dare you make an enemy of the Meng clan. You\'re overestimating yourself. Forget it, killing you will only dirty my hands. I\'ll let you go." Meng Zheng suddenly threw a punch, and an aura surged in the air, sending song Shibo flying.

This was not the end. The Qi glow followed him like a shadow, and as the surrounding air twisted, a few crisp cracking sounds came from Song Shi Bo\'s body. The bones in his hands and feet were broken.

Everyone took in a cold breath, was this the power of body condensation state? His control over his strength was simply perfect. Even his punch in the air was so powerful.

Everyone could see Meng Zheng\'s ruthlessness from this punch. Even though he did not have any killing intent, such a move was enough to make ning Shibo suffer.

However, what they admired the most was Song Shi Bo\'s endurance. He was already injured to this extent, but he still feigned unconsciousness and didn\'t even make a sound.

Even Ling Chuxi was a little impressed by this old man\'s perseverance. He could even endure it like this. He was almost as strong as a Ninja Turtle.

In fact, Song Shi Bo didn\'t want to endure it, but he couldn \'t. It wasn\'t easy for him to come up with this brilliant move, and if he couldn\'t endure it, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

"You didn\'t keep your word. Didn\'t you say you\'d let me go? why did you still do this? You didn\'t keep your word, you\'re even more shameless than me!" Even though he had to endure it, Song Shi Bo was still cursing in his heart. It had to be said that this person actually knew his own limits.

"Bang!" Song Shi Bo\'s head crashed into the stone platform next to the grandstand. Blood spurted out, and with a muffled groan, he truly fainted.

\'I\'m free. This is great. I\'m already in this state. You can\'t possibly attack me without caring about your status!\' The moment he fainted, Song Shi Bo felt a sense of relief that he had never felt before.

A dignified Emperor-ranked martial cultivator had actually been knocked unconscious like a Ninja Turtle without putting up any resistance. Looking at the awe-inspiring and insufferably arrogant Meng Zheng on the stage, everyone was in awe. He didn\'t know if that song Shibo had taken the wrong medicine or what, but he actually dared to provoke Meng Zheng. Fortunately, this was the competition venue for the aristocratic family position of the small realm. Otherwise, he wouldn\'t even know how he had died.

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