"How could he possibly win? The power he used just now... Could Xu Zhiming be a descendant of True King Wind Thunder, able to draw upon the power of the bloodline within his body?"
"True King Wind Thunder has no descendants. Nor have I heard that any of his old confidantes are still alive."
"Damn it, we have to fork out an A-class Spirit Medicine!"
Huang Yilong let out a long breath.
Damn it, this feeling was more thrilling than riding a roller coaster in his mother's womb decades ago.
Why say that? Because his mom had been ten months pregnant when she got on the ride.
When she got off, she had carried him off with her.
Every time he thought about it, he felt that his life had been enormous.
Huang Yilong let out another long breath. If Xu Zhiming could even defeat Hou Sai, who else could stop him from entering the top three?
The other two whose Vitality and Blood exceeded one hundred and fifty points?
By his instincts, that was impossible.
Huang Yilong looked at the few people who had bet against him and snorted coldly.
Peng Yuanzheng rubbed his eyes in disbelief. With the strength of a warrior over level forty, he could naturally see clearly who was still standing in the arena.
He was deeply puzzled. The Thunderbolt around Xu Zhiming seemed to have suddenly become many times stronger.
If it had not suddenly grown stronger, Hou Sai could not possibly have been defeated so easily.
Hou Sai appeared in the Colosseum stands. Even now, he did not understand why his full-force strike had been like cotton before Xu Zhiming's Thunderbolt, crushed to pieces as easily as dry weeds and rotten wood.
When that Thunderbolt struck his body, it felt as if every