Before the battle, Qin Hao had told Nie Jingshan not to compete with the Fat Leopard.

Nie Jingshan was inferior to Fat Leopard on their stage. Although Nie Jingshan's cultivation could be more advanced, it was only limited to the early period of the Inner Stage, but no more than in the middle stage. But the Fat Leopard was in the peak of Perfection Stage. Nie Jingshan could not compete with his strength.

At the current situation, Nie Jingshan not only had to bear the strong strength of Fat Leopard, but the strength with Fat Leopard falling from the top, which would also add his weight. How could Nie Jingshan stand?

Li Zhanwu, who had been worrying about the situation, heard Qin Hao suddenly exclaimed, he was extremely nervous and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Without Qin Hao's answer, the situation on the platform had already been explained.

"Bang!" With a loud voice, Nie Jingshan couldn't bear the fierce power. His legs bent directly on the ground.

He was still clenching his teeth, his hands were holding the back of his knife, his teeth were creaking, his throat was twitching, the muscles on his hands violently swelled, and the sweat on his dark skin rolled down.

The Fat Leopard would not let Nie Jingshan leave so easily. He held the mace in one hand, pressing down with his strength.

But it was a pity that his left hand had been unable to exert strength because half of his shoulder had been cut off. If both of his hands could be used together, this trick could make Nie Jingshan a dead person.

Seeing this, Li Zhanwu was even more nervous than Nie Jingshan. He was looking at Qin Hao, expecting that Qin Hao could do something. Keep being suppressed like this, Nie Jingshan would be very dangerous. Nie Jingshan was not only his favorite soldier, but also was the posterity of the Nie family, one of the Four Families. If Nie Jingshan sacrificed, even he could accept, and he would not be able to face the Nie family in the future.

Qin Hao calmly answered, "Don't look at me, it depends on himself."

"Um..." Li Zhanwu turned his head in depression and continued to look at Nie Jingshan on the arena. He understood Qin Hao's words. At present, it was true that Nie Jingshan could only rely on himself.

Nie Jingshan was still keeping his chin up, resisting the power of the mace above his head. He was a powerful type, but now he found himself wrong. If both of them were ordinary people, maybe he could compete with the Fat Leopard and not afraid of his strength. But they were Martial Cultivators, the strength of whom could not be measured by the standard of ordinary people. As long as someone was superior to you, even if they were thinner than you, they would be more powerful than you.

"You...go...to h.e.l.l!" The Fat Leopard said word by word, his teeth were bitten, and his face was stunned. The mace pressed the big knife of Nie Jingshan little by little, and now was close to the top of Nie Jingshan's head. If he tried harder, Nie Jingshan's head would be pierced by the sharp tooth on the mace.

"Ah, uh!"

At the last moment, Nie Jingshan broke out with his greatest strength.

He was snoring like thunder, his left hand grabbed the knife and tilted it down, then the right hand jerked up.

"Crack..."

With this tilt of the knife, the mace rubbed down Devil Blade, bursting out countless sparks, and several teeth on the stick were cut off.

The knife of Nie Jingshan was given by Qin Hao. It was taken from the master in the Spirit Stage in the ancient martial world. The ordinary weapon used by Fat Leopard could not compete with that.

On the side of the Dragon Group, Long Taibai's pupil slightly shrunk, staring at the Devil Blade, at the moment, he was amazed, "Good knife."

Even the weapon he used was nothing more than this.

How could such a good knife be used by such a low-level Martial Cultivator as Nie Jingshan? Was it such a waste or the good thing in sky group was just redundant?

It seemed that the country had privileges about the Dragon Group. The Dragon Group was not their own, but the Sky Group was. Even a low-level Martial Cultivator could have such a good weapon.

But he wouldn't have expected that this weapon was not given by the state, but was grabbed from others by Qin Hao.

On the arena, the Fat Leopard was also surprised that several teeth of his mace were cut off. He looked at the Devil Blade in Nie Jingshan's Hand, then immediately burst out frenzied flame in his eyes, "That knife is mine."

"Take this from me!" With a loud voice, the Fat Leopard held the mace with one hand and smashed it once again.

This time, Nie Jingshan would not act as a stupid as before. He rolled on the spot with a strange move, which seemed to be awkward in the eyes of outsiders, but those who understood martial skills could see that this was a skillful move. In the process of rolling, the blade had already turned to the waist of the Fat Leopard.

It wasn't about the stage, if you were caught in a knife, you would also be injured and die.

The Fat Leopard felt the cool breeze coming from the waist, he was shocked, but the mace had already been thrown out. It was impossible to withdraw. He could only retreat as far as possible.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, fierce mace smashed in the position where Nie Jingshan was at, the ground was sagging to a large piece.

At the same time, the cold blade also crossed the fat in his waist, bringing out a touch of blood. Nie Jingshan quickly rolled over him and stood on the other side.

The Fat Leopard felt pain in the lower back and hurriedly retreated the mace. He turned to stare at Nie Jingshan, with his eyes blus.h.i.+ng, full of blood-staining light.

He was injured for the second time. If he hadn't retreated quickly and for the sake of his fat, maybe the knife could pull out his intestines.

As in the peak of Inner Stage, fat leopard was injured twice in a row by a Martial Cultivator in the Beginning Stage. If the first time was considered to be underestimating enemy, what about the second time?

Not only he felt humiliated and angry, but also the people of the Dragon Group in the grandstand felt ashamed. They looked at Fat Leopard with full of disappointment.

The other people in the grandstand were shocked by the counterattack of Nie Jingshan. The strength of the Sky Group should not be underestimated.

Hearing those arguments, the Dragon Group felt even worse.

"Tell Fat Leopard, if he can't kill the opponent in five minutes, he can kill himself." Long Taibai suddenly opened his mouth with a cruel death.

"Yes." A man immediately answered and shouted toward the stage. "Fat Leopard, Boss Long commands, killing the opponent within five minutes, otherwise, you kill yourself."

When he spoke out, everyone who heard it looked at the Long Taibai on the side of the Dragon Group. What did this mean? Challenging the rules directly?

At the beginning, the host said, killing was not allowed, this was the rule. Even if you wanted to destroy this rule, you couldn't just say it so directly, like ordering your people to kill the other one in front of so many people.

Some things you could only think in your mind, when you spoke it in public, and in front of so many people, the nature had changed.

From that behavior, everyone could see that the Dragon Group completely despised the s.h.i.+t rules that the host just said. Today they were going to kill people, the rules were bulls.h.i.+t to them.

Li Zhanwu got angry, he got up and yelled at the people on the side of the Dragon Group. "Long Taibai, don't be too arrogant!"

"Old Li, you are so excited, sit down and watch." Qin Hao said next to him.

"What..." The eyes of people immediately s.h.i.+fted to Qin Hao.

Since Qin Hao was sitting next to Li Zhanwu in a major general uniform, and was still young, others could guess that he was the legendary Qin Hao in the capital city without introduction.

They had simply heard that Qin Hao was awesome, but they didn't know what level he was in. Now they could see that Li Zhanwu was senior to Qin Hao in rank, and his qualifications were higher as well, not to mention the age. What's more, Li Zhanwu was the direct leader of Qin Hao. But what was the situation now? Qin Hao's tone of talking, letting Li Zhanwu to sit down, this...

Those people were confused, thinking about how Li Zhanwu would react.

However, what happened next made them smashed their gla.s.ses. Li Zhanwu obediently sat down. Everyone who knew Li Zhanwu would know his temper. This person's tyrannical and stubborn were notorious, how could him have been so obedient in front of his subordinates? Was this an illusion?

Qin Hao didn't want to pay attention to those strange eyes, and called a name, "Li Bo."

"Yes, instructor." Li Bo was hurried forward.

"You are always talking the most, and your voice is the loudest. Now, shout to the stage, let Nie Jingshan act smartly for just 5 minutes." Qin Hao smiled, he would like to see if the fat man on the stage would kill himself after five minutes.

Li Bo got his point, "Yes, instructor, you will see."

Then he stood up and shouted at Nie Jingshan on the stage. "Nie Jingshan, you listen, the instructor ordered you not to fight hard, only to fight smartly. After five minutes, let him die by himself."

"Oh...." The audience was sweating. Wasn't it simply making the dragon group embarra.s.sed?

The Dragon Group asked its own people to kill the opponent in five minutes, but the opponent did not let you kill him. What would you do after five minutes?

Then, the eyes of the people in the stands immediately concentrated on the arena. Five minutes, which would determine the fate of the two on the stage, who would live to the end?

"Ah, uh!"

In the eyes of everyone, and under the command of the Dragon Group, the Fat Leopard had no choice but screamed and lifted the mace to the Nie Jingshan, with his pupils in the blood.

According to Qin Hao's instructions, Nie Jingshan used the strange pace to dodge, and used the opportunity to counterattack from time to time. He didn't attack easily. If he got a chance it would be a fierce move.

In the next, the outsiders watched that the Fat Leopard had been attacking, fiercely attacking, and constantly attacking. The mace was screaming at the arena, and it was so fierce that it seemed fierce, but it actually didn't hurt much of Nie Jingshan. On the contrary, Fat Leopard was left with a b.l.o.o.d.y mark on his body by Nie Jingshan's strange knife.

"One minute, two minutes, three minutes, four minutes..." Li Bo yelled to the stage, one for disturbing the mind of the Fat Leopard, and the other to encourage Nie Jingshan to let him know that time was already pa.s.sing, to let him insist.

"Slaughterrr...!"

At the last minute, the Fat Leopard screamed, with the word "slaughter" shouting in the mouth. The mace became a myriad of residual images. The left hand which had not made much power was also held on the handle of the mace. He raised his mace and screamed, "Fierce mace, go to h.e.l.l!"

This was his last blow and the most fierce blow.

In the midair, the countless shadows of mace slammed down against Nie Jingshan, blocking a large area of him.

On the grandstand, many people were extremely nervous, and Li Zhanwu even stood up, staring at the horrible mace on the high platform.