Invincible Martial God System

Chapter 292 Leng Yun, a good-for-nothing?

Chapter 292 Leng Yun, a good-for-nothing?

Thinking of this, Leng Yun couldn't help but give a bitter laugh, mocking himself, "If I really jumped, I would truly become a useless piece of trash!"

He is not the kind of person who bows to difficulties. No matter what obstacles lie ahead, Leng Yun will forge ahead!

"Yes, my father hasn't been rescued yet, I haven't been able to go back to the Northern Territory, the Cloud Gang's power hasn't reached its peak, and I haven't reached the top of this world. How can I give up!" Leng Yun muttered to himself.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and that reassuring smile reappeared on Leng Yun's face.

My head may be severed, my blood may flow, but I will never lose my smile!

The fear and disappointment that Leng Yun had felt in his heart had now been completely burned away by the flames of war.

"Can a mere bit of witchcraft poison really defeat me, Leng Yun?"

With a thought, Leng Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to secretly circulate the flames within his body.

This time, he decided that he would not get up again until he had removed the voodoo poison from his body!

With this do-or-die spirit, Leng Yun immediately entered a meditative state.

However, due to the weakening of his power, the flames within Leng Yun's body also weakened considerably. Fortunately, Leng Yun's skills remained, allowing him to still precisely control the flames.

Leng Yun closed his eyes tightly, concentrating the last remaining flame inside his body to heat up a corner of the black light.

Time passed, and the black light remained almost unchanged. However, Leng Yun did not give up and continued to burn it.

Although a fierce struggle was taking place inside his body, the temperature of the entire room did not rise at all. On the contrary, the temperature dropped somewhat because Leng Yun absorbed the essence of the space.

No outsider could tell what Leng Yun was doing. Seeing his appearance, they would think he was still in a state of despair.

During this time, Murong Qin came several times. She looked at Leng Yun with concern. Three days had passed, and Leng Yun hadn't moved an inch.

Although Murong Qin was anxious, she didn't know how to help Leng Yun.

The winner of the final match at the Boxing King Academy was Zhang He from the Incense Burning Sect, thus concluding the first round of the competition.

The second round of draws followed immediately, with the first match being Leng Yun versus Zhou Si!

When everyone heard Leng Yun's name, they remembered the man who had been knocked down by his opponent with a single punch, and they began to laugh at him again.

Murong Qin was furious, her pretty face showing a hint of anger. She wished she could go up and kill all these gossipy people, but fortunately Zhang Yu stopped her.

"What should we do now? Junior Brother Leng Yun looks so dejected, but we are about to face a formidable enemy," Zheng Guo asked anxiously.

“I believe Chief Yun will pull himself together,” Park Feng said, but his tone didn’t convey the same level of confidence.

"Hmph, isn't that good-for-nothing here?" As he spoke, Zhou Si walked over from the side.

Zhang Yu and the others glared at Zhou Si, but no one said a word.

"Heh heh, the once-famous Leng Yun has now turned into a coward. No wonder, it seems he's lost all his skills." Zhou Si revealed a sinister smile.

Chen Bing snorted: "Don't worry, Junior Brother Leng Yun is not like some people, he won't desert his post."

Chen Bing was referring to what happened at the Rubik's Cube Arena back then.

Zhou Si's face turned somewhat grim, but he continued, "That's even better, I'll kill him right here in the arena!"

As they were talking, Mi Tian also came over.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Leng Yun's done for, huh? We're both from the Fist God Academy, I feel sorry for him too." Mi Tian's face showed a gloating smile.

Murong Qin stepped forward, and a faint purple power appeared in her hand.

"Get out of my way!" Murong Qin's voice was extremely cold.

Zhou Si and Mi Tian were both stunned. Although the woman in front of them was as beautiful as a fairy and had a lovely appearance, she was ruthless and cold-blooded.

"Hehe, Junior Sister Murong, don't be angry. I won't make a move today, but I will show no mercy on the arena tomorrow." Mi Tian looked at Murong Qin with a lecherous expression.

The arena was now surrounded by people, most of whom were looking in Murong Qin's direction, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

For the sake of their reputations, Mi Tian and Zhou Si naturally wouldn't make a move here.

"Hmph, see you tomorrow then!" Zhang Yu said angrily.

Then, Zhou Si and Mi Tian laughed wildly and turned to leave.

Zhang Yu, Zheng Guo, and the others were left behind, watching the two figures leave with great anger.

……

The next morning, Murong Qin came to Leng Yun's room again.

"Brother Yun, the competition is about to begin. Today we will face Zhou Si, and you—" Murong Qin's voice trailed off.

Leng Yun remained motionless, just as she had a few days ago, with her eyes tightly closed and fine beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. She paid no attention to Murong Qin.

This was the first time that Leng Yun had ignored Murong Qin.

Murong Qin looked at Leng Yun with some disappointment and concern, thinking that he was still in a state of despair.

"Brother Yun, I hope you get better soon. Until then, I will do everything I can to ensure you advance, no matter how strong the opponent is." Murong Qin's face showed determination.

After saying that, Murong Qin turned and left, heading towards the main square.

The main square was already packed with spectators. Because Murong Qin was in today's match, there were more people than usual. Those who arrived a little later couldn't even get into the main square and could only sigh outside.

Before long, Murong Qin and Zhang Yu arrived at the edge of the arena.

"Junior Sister Murong, let me fight," Zhang Yu said, looking at Mi Tian, ​​who was already standing on the arena.

Murong Qin snorted softly, said nothing, and instead walked directly onto the arena.

Zhang Yu gave a wry smile. This stunning woman only became a little more approachable in front of Leng Yun, but in front of him, she was completely cold and aloof.

Murong Qin stepped onto the stage, immediately eliciting enthusiastic applause and cheers, even mixed with whistles.

This shows that Murong Qin's welcome was subtly greater than that of the Grand Guard.

"Hey, look, that good-for-nothing doesn't seem to be here."

"Yeah, looks like he's scared. I didn't expect him to hide behind women like that!"

"Hehe, such a beautiful woman, I'd be willing to hide behind him too."

The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves, uttering harsh words.

"Haha, Junior Sister Murong, why don't you join our team? Look how much everyone likes you," Mi Tian said in a lewd manner.

Murong Qin did not answer, but instead gathered purple power in her hand.

Mi Tian still wore a relaxed smile: "Don't worry, Junior Sister Murong, I'll go easy on you."

Murong Qin remained silent, her face cold as she looked at Mi Tian.

"Oh, by the way, what about Leng Yun? He's become a useless cripple now, so he doesn't even dare to show his face," Mi Tian mocked...