Time Travel: The Survival of Li Zhi

Chapter 308 Nangong Wen, Chen Hua

For a moment, those who were optimistic about Jia Zhen and pessimistic about Li Zhi were all dumbfounded.

The endless discussions came to an abrupt end, and the entire arena fell into silence. Only the remaining warmth of the fire on the arena still silently told of the fierceness and shock of the battle that had just taken place.

Until a staff member of the Night Tour Division hurriedly walked onto the stage and dragged Jia Zhen's unconscious body off the stage.

Li Zhicai raised his head slightly, his eyes sharp as torches, and slowly looked around at the challengers below who were eager to make a move but were hesitant.

There was an indescribable majesty and confidence in his eyes. Then, he slowly spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the entire martial arts arena: "Next!"

His tone was flat, without the slightest ups and downs, but against the backdrop of the scene just now, it inexplicably had a chilling domineering aura.

Those three simple words seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, hitting the hearts of everyone below, making them look gloomy, but not daring to get angry.

For a moment, the challengers below looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and struggle.

They could all see that Li Zhi was at the peak of his power at this moment, like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully exposed.

Moreover, his physical strength and strength did not seem to be damaged in the slightest by the fierce battle just now, and he still maintained the best fighting condition.

If he rashly went up to challenge him at this moment, he would probably be immediately met with an extremely fierce attack from Li Zhi.

Therefore, their eyes flickered, revealing the complexity of their hearts.

Although all the participants were confident in their own abilities, no one dared to touch Li Zhi's meteorite, which had already been ignited and could explode with destructive power at any time.

They could not help but secretly criticize Jia Zhen in their hearts, complaining that he was so vulnerable and defeated so miserably. Not only did they lose face, but they also failed to complete the most basic task of depleting Li Zhi's strength and physical strength, which was really disappointing.

Li Zhi glanced around and saw the people below shrinking back in fear. He immediately understood what they were thinking.

Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.

In his opinion, the first group of people who dared to stand up and challenge were all people who were extremely confident in their own abilities, and it was an honor to lose.

As for the rest of these people, they either lack sufficient confidence in their abilities and dare not face the challenge; or they are opportunistic and try to reap the benefits after the champions are exhausted.

In Li Zhi's mind, these people's character and courage are even worse than Jia Zhen who had just been defeated.

Li Zhi ignored these hesitant people and slowly moved his gaze to the arena on the side.

I saw two people on the stage fighting back and forth, the fight was fierce and hard to determine.

There were two people fighting fiercely on the stage. Li Zhi had heard Hong Fan mention their names before.

The champion was Nangong Wen, a member of his group whom Hong Fan had specifically reminded Li Zhi to pay more attention to. This person was quite famous in the Night Patrol Division and his strength should not be underestimated.

Nangong Wen's opponent was a man in black reserve uniform. Li Zhi only knew that the man's name was Chen Hua. Apart from that, he knew very little about him. Even the information about the contestants given by Hong Fan did not contain much record.

Nangong Wen held a tiger-head spear in his hand and stood majestically on the stage.

I saw him displaying his superb spear skills. The tiger-head spear in his hand seemed to be integrated with his body, and he could use it as flexibly as his arm.

Sometimes he would raise the tiger-head spear high, and the tip of the spear would draw a sharp arc in the air, piercing the opponent's throat.

Sometimes he would thrust forward swiftly, the tip of the gun being like a flash of lightning, making a sound of breaking through the wind, heading straight for the opponent's vital points.

Sometimes, he swept across with great force, and the tiger-head spear was like a roaring dragon, carrying a tremendous force, trying to cut the opponent in half.

Sometimes he would chop down fiercely, and the momentum seemed to be able to split the earth in half, which was terrifying.

Every move and every style was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, as if the air was torn apart by the power of his gun, making a sharp whistling sound.

In comparison, Chen Hua's performance seems much inferior.

Under Nangong Wen's violent attack, he could only hold on and struggle hard. He looked precarious and seemed like he might be hit and fall at any time.

However, after observing carefully for a while, Li Zhi keenly discovered that there was something strange about Chen Hua.

Several times, Nangong Wen had clearly shot Chen Hua in the vital parts with a precise shot. According to common sense, Chen Hua should have fallen to the ground seriously injured, but surprisingly, Chen Hua seemed to be fine. He just swayed slightly and continued to stubbornly resist Nangong Wen's attack.

Li Zhi's eyes flashed and he started thinking quickly in his mind.

He suddenly remembered that he had heard of an extremely rare magic spell before. It was said that those who practiced this spell could make their bodies as hard as cast copper and reach the state of diamond indestructibility.

Chen Hua’s current performance is most likely due to his practice of this magic.

If this is true, then the situation of this battle would be extremely unfavorable for Nangong Wen. He would probably be stuck in a difficult and long-lasting battle and would find it difficult to win quickly.

Nangong Wen, who had been unable to conquer the enemy for a long time, quickly noticed something strange about Chen Hua. However, he was not at all impatient or panicked.

I saw that he suddenly slowed down his fierce attack while the gun was flying.

This change relieved the pressure on Chen Hua, who had been on the passive defense and struggling to hold on. A glimmer of surprise instantly lit up in Chen Hua's eyes, and he thought to himself, could it be that Nangong Wen had been exhausted after a long period of strong attack?

The thought flashed through his mind, and a surge of heat surged in his heart.

But before he could verify his idea, he suddenly felt a more domineering and fierce force coming from Nangong Wen's tiger-head spear. The force was like a surging tide, sweeping towards him wave after wave.

The expression on Chen Hua's face changed instantly. He immediately realized that Nangong Wen was not exhausted at all, but after a brief adjustment, he planned to make a last gamble and pour all his strength into the tiger-head spear in an attempt to break the shield with force.

He wanted to use more powerful and brutal force to break through Chen Hua's seemingly invulnerable magic defense. This was an ultimate showdown between strength and defense.

Chen Hua's face showed a ferocious look. He knew that this was a critical moment and he must not retreat.

So, he said in a low voice: "Come on!"

As he spoke, Chen Hua stopped defending blindly and suddenly changed his tactics. Like an enraged tiger, he attacked Nangong Wen recklessly.

With an unstoppable momentum, he tried to use offense as defense to disrupt Nangong Wen's rhythm.

Nangong Wen's face was stern, and he didn't dare to be careless at all. The spear in his hand stretched out frequently like a snake out of a hole, and the tip of the spear flashed cold light in the air, weaving a tight defense network to try to stop Chen Hua's crazy attack.

However, Chen Hua turned a blind eye at this moment. He completely ignored the fact that Nangong Wen's powerful tiger-head spear with a blade in its mouth fell on him again and again.

Every time Nangong Wen's tiger-head spear poked Chen Hua, it could not cause any substantial harm to Chen Hua except for a few faint sparks.

Seeing Chen Hua approaching step by step, Nangong Wen knew in his heart that this was a critical moment and he could no longer hold back.

He decisively put away his gun and jumped up, using the force of his body to spin in the air.

During this rotation, he concentrated all his strength on the tiger-head spear, and then, using the momentum of the rotation, he stabbed Chen Hua fiercely with the spear.

The tiger-head spear seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning, carrying endless power, and pierced straight into Chen Hua's chest.

"Bang!" A dull sound suddenly rang out and echoed on the ring.

Nangong Wen's tiger-head spear pierced straight into Chen Hua's chest. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Although this shot successfully stopped Chen Hua from rushing forward like a tiger and brought his steps to an abrupt halt, it did not seem to cause much damage to Chen Hua.

Chen Hua's body just shook slightly.

However, Nangong Wen's offensive did not stop there.

Nangong Wen was seen tightly gripping the end of the tiger-head spear, and then twisting it with all his strength.

The veins on his arms bulged like winding little snakes, and the tremendous force was quickly transmitted along the gun body of the tiger-head gun to Chen Hua.

The next moment, an unimaginable force directly shredded Chen Hua's black clothes.

Then, countless blood lines suddenly exploded on Chen Hua's body!