Liu Yishou looked at Xu Zhiming. He had not expected Xu Zhiming to defeat two people in a row.
If he defeated him, Xu Zhiming would enter the top fifteen.
If Xu Zhiming really made it in, would that not make their whole group lose face?
When the Meng Family had approached several of them, they had all sworn solemnly that they would make Xu Zhiming lose face.
Xu Zhiming swept his gaze around.
He sized up his opponent. His vitality was close to 110 points, enough to rank among the top twenty in vitality among everyone present.
Very good, but not enough to stop him.
After thinking it over, Xu Zhiming decided to test just how much these lunchtime geniuses were worth.
He was absolutely not doing this to fleece those who wanted to bet with Huang Yilong.
Liu Yishou moved. They had studied Xu Zhiming's fighting style.
He mainly relied on Thunderbolt, while his spear technique was not particularly outstanding.
He cultivated Rolling Heavenly Thunder of the True King Wind Thunder, and its aura was exceedingly domineering.
But as it happened, the martial skill he cultivated excelled in defense.
Rather than retreating, Liu Yishou advanced. He intended to take one of Xu Zhiming's lightning strikes head-on and see exactly how powerful it was.
In the Colosseum.
Peng Qinghua and another person from a Martial Arts Family both wore extremely ugly expressions.
They did not even know how they had died.
They only knew that Xu Zhiming's lightning was too fast and its attacking power terrifyingly strong.
Unfortunately, they could not warn the others.
Xu Zhiming was slapping them across the face!
All of a sudden.
They saw Liu Yishou withstand Xu Zhiming's attack.
The lightning struck Liu Yishou, but he merely swayed a little.
"Phew... It seems Xu