The Burning Phoenix of the Fiery Blaze

A cold glint flashed in the young man's eyes.

"You!"

The elder, Chen Huo, coughed three times and stepped forward to salute.

Tang Rou had already settled down.

"It's nothing, you're not the first to be so polite, sit down first."

Facing the young man's cold gaze, Tang Rou didn't like it either.

However, he still had to put on a smiling face, use his mouth to speak well, and say that his words were useful, and that he could solve any trouble with his mouth.

Not to mention, the old man Tang Jin, who was about to die, was looking at him with his eyes wide open, and a faint, unnoticeable smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, everyone be quiet!"

The old man walked to the front of the crowd and cleared his throat.

"Next, I will introduce Tang Rou to you!"

"Greetings, Elder Tang Rou!"

As soon as the first sentence was spoken, it was Tang Rou himself. Tang Rou was a little displeased, but he still stood up.

"Greetings, Elder Tang Rou!"

Tang Yin's voice fell, and the young man who was about to mock him laughed and walked out.

"Hahaha! So you're the young master Tang Rou! I hope you can be more honest!"

The old man was about to stop him.

"Wait, stop for now, the two sides are presenting!"

Zhou Ao's subordinates immediately became vigilant.

"You guessed it right, it's presented by the Tang family!"

"That's right! Young Master Tang Rou is from the Tang family!"

"I heard that Young Master Tang Rou is a level 15 attack-type spirit body! His weapon is the Blazing Phoenix!"

"Level fifteen? My God, isn't that kid doomed?"

"That kid looks weak and frail, I don't think he can even hold a sword."

Hearing Zhou Ao's words, Tang Rou felt a chill in his heart.

"Cut it out, you bunch of trash! Old man, don't you know how to speak? It's like you're the only one who knows!"

On the stage, the two faced each other.

"Tang Rou, weapon Blazing Phoenix, level twelve, attack-type spirit body!"

"Young Master Tang Rou, weapon Blazing Phoenix, level fifteen, attack-type spirit body!"

Just as the old man finished speaking, the originally inconspicuous Tang Rou's expression changed slightly.

Level twelve?

Although the level was three levels lower than himself, even though his weapon Blazing Phoenix was quite exquisite, especially his poison, it was difficult to guard against.

"Let the duel begin!"

With the old man's order, Tang Rou completed the weapon's summoning.

"Roar!"

With a roar, his entire body's muscles bulged, and his body grew by a meter. His left hand turned into a pair of sharp, claw-like weapons, and a clear "king" character appeared on his forehead. A pair of ancient demonic pupils descended from the sky, and a thick demonic energy surged in all four directions.

At the same time, Tang Rou also summoned his weapon.

A Blazing Phoenix, two meters tall, stood on his shoulder. Although its eyes were like ice, a cold, frosty aura emanated from its body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop.

Although he looked like an ancient demonic beast, Tang Rou's spirit body looked much older than Tang Jin's.

"Hmph, annoying!"

Tang Jin let out a low roar. He stomped his feet, and his whole body moved like a blurred shadow, charging towards Tang Rou. He wanted to use his full strength to crush the seemingly weak and frail young man!

Facing the imposing and powerful Tang Jin, Tang Rou did not retreat. Tang Rou rushed forward.

Just as the two were about to collide, Tang Rou's first spirit body actually moved!

"First spirit body, poisonous and corrosive!"

At that moment, a large amount of ice-blue corrosive energy centered on Tang Rou. It spread rapidly in all directions, covering an area of more than ten meters.

Tang Jin, who was in the corrosive energy, felt a bone-chilling coldness invade his body. His spirit body trembled, and his speed slowed down.

What he didn't expect was that the corrosive energy was still toxic!

He felt his divine sense suddenly become sluggish.

"Die! It's a poison-element attack speed and corrosive element!"

The figure was blurry, and the first strand of spiritual energy on his body also flickered with light.

"One strand of spiritual energy, burning!"

The burning spiritual energy erupted like a volcano, and the tall, slender figure exuded a cold aura. The sword intent surged, and he slashed towards the approaching enemy.

However, the enemy's figure was like a ghost, flickering and dodging in the mist, as if he had already escaped the bounds of fate.

The cold poison could not only penetrate the body and release poison, but it could also, to a certain extent, interfere with the opponent's spirit and senses!

"Screech!"

A wail fell from the sky. The figure, Ouyang Jing, intensified his attack, and the sword intent surged. A stream of burning spiritual energy intertwined in the mist, and the enemy's figure rushed out.

But the enemy's figure was like a slippery loach, and with the smallest of movements, he dodged the attack.

"Damn it, so slippery!"

Ouyang Jing fought more and more frustrated.

His strength-type cultivation system was the most resistant to direct confrontation. Now, he couldn't even touch the opponent's clothes. All his strength was being wasted.

The cold poison also began to dissipate.

"What's wrong? Ouyang Jing is just attacking the air."

"That guy's footwork is so good! Just like him!"

"It's the control system spirit! It's too shameless!"

In the mist, the enemy cautiously observed Ouyang Jing's every move.

The cold poison had already spread to Ouyang Jing's lungs and entered his meridians. Although his spiritual body could resist some poison, the consumption of spiritual energy and the numb feeling were constantly increasing.

At this moment, he stood firm.

"Little fellow! You can dodge! Come and fight me properly!"

Ouyang Jing roared, and the enemy's figure turned towards Ouyang Jing.

What responded to him was the scorpion's tail, which suddenly swept over.

"Whoosh!"

The scorpion's tail whipped fiercely at Ouyang Jing's waist!

The immense force sent him flying three steps, and his lower back felt a sharp pain and a numb feeling of ice-cold.

"Die!"

Ouyang Jing roared furiously, and without hesitation, he slashed towards the scorpion's tail.

He missed.

The enemy's figure had already appeared behind him.

Without using any spiritual energy, it was just a simple palm strike, which accurately hit Ouyang Jing's back.

Clang!

Ouyang Jing only felt his back being hit by a mountain, an immense force pressing down, and his entire body uncontrollably shot forward, smashing into a wall.

The entire venue fell silent.

Everyone stared at the scene with their mouths agape.

The fifteen-year-old strength-type spirit controller... was actually defeated like this...

The fifteen-year-old control-type spirit controller unleashed his power.

"Unacceptable!"

Ouyang Jing roared and jumped up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot.

He felt the great pressure he was under.

"I'm going to kill you!"

He roared with fighting spirit, and the burning spiritual energy on his body intensified. Once again, the enemy's figure turned towards Ouyang Jing.

This time, the enemy's figure was no longer dodging.

He met the attack head-on, and Ouyang Jing's fist slammed heavily into him.

Boom!

With a dull thud, both sides retreated three steps.

Ouyang Jing looked at the opponent's fist, unable to believe it.

"Unacceptable! Your physique... How can it be so strong!"

He was a strength-type spirit controller! Strength and speed were his strengths!

But at this moment, he felt like he was punching into a pile of cotton. The opponent's strength was actually comparable to his!

"Little fellow, you are a control-type spirit controller, aren't you?"