Chapter 223 Tough guy
"Jin Renfeng, what are you so arrogant about?" Wang pointed at Jin Renfeng and shouted, "Let me tell you, I've seen through your tricks!"
"My trick?" Jin Renfeng looked at the other side with a smile, "Then I want to hear what you have to say."
"You can fool others, but you can't fool me!" Wang Bing said proudly, "Only a ghost would believe that I can learn other people's abilities."
"With the ability to copy, you must have used the power of the Tianxia Association to collect the souls of the disciples of Huode Sect and Tianshi Mansion in advance, and then used the method of summoning spirits to pretend to imitate the relevant abilities, and then came out to play tricks."
"I won't be fooled by you!"
Jin Renfeng sighed helplessly.
"But even if I use the power of spirit summoning to play tricks, can you really defeat me?"
"Hey! I've watched several of your matches. Apart from those where you played tricks to get away with it, the only match you had against Zhuge Qing was worth watching."
The king said proudly,
"But in that match, you used spirits that could summon spirits the whole time. This shows that you are best at summoning spirits."
"Unfortunately, what I am best at is summoning spirits and sending generals, and I have the ability to subdue spirits. My summoning spirits method is extremely restrained by your summoning spirits and sending generals."
"You can say that I am your nemesis!"
Jin Renfeng shook his head slowly. It was a waste of time to talk to such an idiot.
He raised his hand, and the golden light in his hand turned into a thin golden thread.
Then, he waved his arm and a thin line of golden light swung up like a whip.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the whip tip landed on Wang Bing's face, leaving a bloody mark.
what--
Wang Bing wailed. The intense pain was unbearable for him and he fell to the ground, rolling over and over.
Jin Renfeng looked at the whip in his hand suspiciously and was speechless.
He had not used much strength just now, and the damage caused by this whip was no different from that caused by an ordinary person's whip, and the impact on the person was just pain for a while.
Even if an ordinary person got whipped like this, he wouldn't feel so much pain.
"You can't even withstand a whip, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a cultivator!" Jin Renfeng said disdainfully.
No matter which world, if a monk wants to succeed in his practice, he must endure many hardships.
Train in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, and never stop regardless of the severe cold or heat.
Therefore, each monk has a strong tolerance for pain because they have long been accustomed to minor injuries.
And Wang Bing was the only cultivator Jin Renfeng had seen so far who wailed incessantly after being whipped only once.
"This willpower is probably not even as strong as that of an ordinary person. I really don't know how you got here."
In fact, Wang Bing in the original timeline was eliminated in the 128 to 32 qualifying round. He was only able to fill the vacancy because Hu Jie from Dongxiangzhuang was disqualified for colluding with the "loan shark" Shen Chong.
In this life, he was lucky and did not encounter any strong enemies, which is why he managed to get here.
In terms of strength, Wang Bing is far from reaching the level of the top four of Luotian Dajiao.
"I have had everything I wanted since I was young, so why would I have to work so hard to find food like you servants?"
After tossing and turning for a while, Wang Bing finally struggled to get up from the ground.
Jin Renfeng showed disdain on his face.
In the alien world, he had seen many aliens who had lived a life of luxury since childhood, such as Sha Yan, Xing Tong, and Wang Ye. But he was the only one as weak as Wang Bing.
"You damn bastard, how dare you hit me in the face? I will definitely teach you a lesson this time."
Wang Bing was furious at the injury on his cheek, and he immediately used the technique of summoning spirits and sending generals.
Several black Qi flew out from his palm and merged into his body.
As the soul was integrated, his overall strength began to increase rapidly.
"Asshole! Die!"
With the soul integrated, Wang Bing immediately felt confident.
He leaped forward and punched the opponent.
Jin Renfeng raised his palm and took the punch lightly. Then he kicked the man opposite him and sent him flying backwards.
boom--
Wang Bing fell to the ground, covered in dust.
He raised his head and looked at Jin Renfeng.
"How is that possible? How could you block my punch without using the Soul Binding Technique?"
The king couldn't believe it.
In his opinion, Jin Renfeng was about the same age as him, and there was no way he could beat him in terms of strength. But the move just now was beyond his expectations.
Jin Renfeng did not answer. He flew forward and kicked the other person on the head.
thump—
A dull sound was heard, and Wang Bing flew up into the air, flipped in the air, and then fell to the ground with blood flowing from his nose.
"Damn it! How dare you humiliate me like this!"
After a few cries of pain, Wang Bing, who was filled with rage, no longer cared about the difference in strength. He jumped up, raised his fist and was about to fight Jin Renfeng.
However, in Jin Renfeng's eyes, such simple punches and kicks were just like playing house.
Without any need for any ability, he raised his hand, slapped away the attacking fist, and slapped Wang Bing in the face.
Snapped--
After this blow, Wang Bing's body spun several times and fell to the ground again.
Jin Renfeng stepped forward and attacked him with fists and feet. He didn't use much strength, just punched him in the face.
Xingtong had been bullied like this before, and now this beating was considered revenge for Xingtong.
After more than a dozen punches, Wang Bing's entire face was red and swollen, and his eyes were bruised and purple. His injuries were three times more serious than Feng Xingtong's at that time.
Jin Renfeng breathed a sigh of relief. After throwing these punches, he felt a little more relaxed.
"Third brother, good fight!"
In the stands, Feng Xingtong danced excitedly when she saw Wang Bing being beaten.
"Yes, hit hard, hit more."
This beating gave him a good vent for his anger.
Beside him, Feng Shayan smiled but said nothing.
She was originally worried that Xingtong would be devastated after this setback, but now she doesn't have to worry about that anymore.
"damn thing!"
In the field, as his cheeks became bruised and swollen, Wang Bing even spoke incoherently.
"How dare you beat me like this! I must kill you!"
His eyes were red, and he took out a soul from his palm and stuffed it into his mouth.
It turned out that seeing that he was no match for his opponent, the king had set his sights on the ability to subdue spirits, hoping to swallow the elves and increase his own strength.
However, before he could put the soul into his mouth.
The black soul inexplicably flew out of his hand and fell into the palm of the person opposite him.
"You are really overestimating your abilities by using the Soul Binding and General Summoning in front of me."
Jin Renfeng said lightly.
"How could you take my soul away?"
The king was horrified.
"Obviously, my Soul Binding and General Sentencing is the complete one."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and activated the Soul Binding Technique, trying to snatch the soul back.
"With your weak cultivation, you'd better not waste your efforts." Jin Renfeng said sarcastically.
"After all, the power of summoning spirits is just a means. Its strength depends on the ability of the user."
"What's the matter with obeying the spirit or not? It's all bullshit."
"With your level of cultivation, you can barely bully young Xingtong. In front of me, you will just be embarrassed."
After all, no matter how miraculous the Eight Great Techniques are, they are just techniques. How powerful they can be depends on the user's life cultivation.
With his three hundred years of cultivation, not to mention Wang Bing, even Feng Tianyang could not snatch the soul from his hands.
As he spoke, Jin Renfeng closed his palm and took the soul into his palm. Then he turned his gaze to Wang Bing with an unfriendly look on his face.
"You subjugated the elves, but ate them alive. A scum like you is not worthy of mastering the method of summoning spirits and sending generals."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes glowed white, and he used the power of summoning spirits and sending generals out again.
"Come!"
Jin Renfeng shouted softly, stretched out his hand, and remotely controlled the soul in Wang Bing's body.
call--
With a whistling sound, a black energy exploded from Wang Bing's body.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen human-shaped souls surged out from his body and fell into the palm of Jin Renfeng.
The method of summoning spirits and sending generals is different from ordinary methods. The division of power between the upper and lower levels is very strict.
In the same practice of summoning souls and sending generals, people with higher cultivation have stronger control over souls, and are almost like superiors in front of people with lower cultivation.
As long as they want, those with higher cultivation can completely disregard the user's wishes and forcibly deprive others of their spirits. And those with weaker cultivation have almost no power to resist those with stronger cultivation.
Like now, because the gap between their cultivation levels was too great, in just a moment, Jin Renfeng relied on his tyrannical cultivation level to forcibly take away all the souls from Wang Bing's body.
"Wait, that's my soul!"
The king shouted unwillingly, and he used his true energy to try to take the soul back.
However, compared with the powerful gravitational force in the palm of the Golden Phoenix, the martial arts he used was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, and had no effect at all.
Jin Renfeng ignored Wang Bing's practice. He looked at the souls in his palm and saw that they were all human-shaped. He couldn't help but show disgust.
"I guess you deliberately chose human souls in order to devour them!"
"You're so disgusting that you're eating other people's souls just to take their means."
“Give it back to me! It’s mine!”
Seeing all the souls being taken away, Wang Bing lost his mind.
Those souls were specially collected for him by his great grandfather, and each of them possessed powerful means.
Some souls were even assassinated by his great grandfather, and then he was sent to subdue them. It can be said that each one is extremely precious, and once lost, there is no possibility of collecting them again.
Therefore, the king did not want to lose these elves no matter what.
With a look of madness on his face, he took out two talismans from his arms and rushed towards Jin Renfeng.
Jin Renfeng raised his hand and punched Wang Bing in the face.
Wang Bing leaned back and fell straight to the ground.
"You bastard! When you swallowed these spirits, did you ever think about the pain these souls would suffer?"
Jin Renfeng questioned.
"So what? Those guys are already dead! Instead of disappearing into thin air, why not let me eat them as a contribution?"
The king was not convinced.
Jin Renfeng shook his head helplessly. As expected, everyone in the Wang family was so selfish and none of them were good.
It was too kind of him to reason with such a fellow.
"In that case, how about I apply your theory to you?"
Jin Renfeng sneered,
As he spoke, he pointed his finger and a thin golden line shot out, binding Wang Bing's body tightly.
"what are you up to?"
Seeing that his movements were restricted, Wang Bing became extremely flustered. He looked towards the stands and was about to admit defeat.
Jin Renfeng leaned forward and pointed a finger at Wang Bing's throat.
A stream of red true energy silently entered the opponent's body and silently transformed the body structure.
In order to prevent Wang Bing from admitting defeat, he could only use his double-handed moves to block his ability to speak.
In just a moment, Wang Bing lost his voice.
Seeing that his surrender had no effect, Wang Bing looked horrified.
Jin Renfeng raised his hand, and the golden light in his hand condensed into a whip.
"You are already like this! You will definitely be a nuisance in the future, so why not leave you to me and vent your anger on me."
Jin Renfeng said in a cold voice, then he swung the whip in his hand and brought it down heavily on Wang Bing.
With one whip, the skin and flesh were torn apart instantly and blood gushed out.
Wang Bing's cheeks were twisted and tears kept flowing from his eyes. Intense pain swept through his body and he kept rolling and twisting on the ground.
Jin Renfeng's hands did not stop, and the long whip in his hand kept waving out.
clap clap clap-
The sound of beatings was constant.
The long whip tore through the clothes, leaving scars on the flesh.
In an instant, the entire venue seemed to have turned into an execution ground.
After ten whips, Wang Bing's clothes were completely soaked with blood, like a blood-stained shirt.
In the audience, everyone was talking a lot.
"I used to look down on Wang Bing, but now it seems that he is really admirable!" said one person.
"He took so many whippings but he didn't even make a sound. What a tough guy!"
"Yes! And even though he was already at such a disadvantage, he still refused to admit defeat. He is really a person with strong will."
"The opponent is that Jin Ren Feng. To be able to withstand so many attacks from Jin Ren Feng with his physical body, Wang Bing's physical body must be quite powerful!"
Because Jin Renfeng's move was too secretive, no one noticed, causing a group of spectators to mistakenly believe that it was Wang Bing who was unwilling to admit defeat.
At this moment, Wang Bing no longer had the strength to move. He could only lie on the ground like a corpse and allow himself to be whipped.
From time to time, Jin Renfeng would secretly use the power of Shuangquan Hand to heal his injuries to prevent him from losing consciousness.
"Bing'er! Baby!"
Suddenly, a shout came from the stands, and a short and fat old man ran to the guardrail.
Jin Renfeng looked up and saw that it was Wang Ai himself who had come to the scene. He must have heard the news that Wang Bing was going to appear, and hurried over to stop him.
Seeing his enemy in front of him, he worked even harder.
Seeing Wang Bing lying on the ground with a bloody face, Wang Ai grabbed the tall man next to him and said with a sullen face,
"What happened? Didn't I ask you to stop Bing'er? Why did Bing'er still get killed?"
"Master, the young master didn't listen to us and insisted on entering. We couldn't stop him!" said the man aggrievedly.
"My Bing'er is already injured like this, why don't you stop the game? What do you think?"
"Master, this is a competition hosted by the Tianshi Mansion. If the young master does not admit defeat, we have no right to stop him!"
The man responded helplessly.
Wang Ai threw the man to the ground.
"If anything happens to you, I will skin you alive!"
He cursed angrily, then looked towards the field anxiously.
(End of this chapter)
