I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

Su Zuo jumped onto the ring, and a gust of wind flashed around him.

The stone pillar in the center of the arena magnified in her eyes. She narrowed her eyes and grasped the shining flagpole on the stone pillar.

A surge of spiritual energy suddenly poured into her arms, sending a chill down to her bones.

She stood on the stone pillar and waved out her right hand without thinking.

The invisible palm wind contained the fist intention and was blown out. She immediately slapped away a figure that sneaked up on her. She also got rid of the chill caused by the flag and transformed it into the strong wind of the palm.

Bang!

The figure flew out of the ring and crashed onto the ground.

The young man's eyes were filled with fear. After landing, he still maintained his expression of lingering fear and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Noticing this palm, many figures who were eager to try paused.

Dozens of people stayed in the empty arena, looking at Su Zuo's figure standing on the stone pillar.

She lowered her eyes and scanned the people below, and quietly activated the spiritual source in her body. The colder spiritual power immediately swallowed up the coldness.

"Are you Wu Xiu?"

A girl suddenly asked.

In order not to affect her speed, Su Zuo didn't hold the knife before. After hearing this, she took out the knife and said, "Yes."

Martial arts cultivators are accustomed to using the spiritual power of heaven and earth to fight against the enemy, so they naturally have an advantage in this kind of melee. They usually consume less than magic cultivators and recover faster.

There are only a few deadlocked arenas like the one Su Zuo is in. The competition has just begun. If the strong opponent is eliminated by too much consumption, it is not certain whether he can successfully defend the arena in the future.

In some arenas, due to similar strength, it is difficult to get out of the fight, and there are many eager spectators below.

Seeing that Su Zuo could slap someone out with just one slap, no one was willing to come forward and test her strength.

The monks in the nearby ring looked in this direction and whispered, "That girl is actually a martial arts cultivator, and a martial arts cultivator with a boxing spirit."

"She didn't even throw a punch. She slapped the person away with a big blow. It almost stuck to the ground and couldn't be torn off."

"This is too sudden! That person will leave a psychological shadow!"

"The sneak attack on her was probably to pick on the weaklings. I didn't expect this little girl to be so vicious."

"Fortunately, I didn't meet an opponent with such a wild path."

"If it were me, I'd better wait for her to finish before capturing the flag. Otherwise, wouldn't it be unfair if my strength is exhausted?"

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a long time.

People were coming and going around the ring, and those waiting were talking to each other.

At this time, a person suddenly walked onto the ring, looked at Su Zuo and said: "You have been holding that flag for a long time, and your strength must be not as good as before. I will try you first."

The young man said this because he wanted to encourage everyone to attack. Even if he didn't capture the flag, he couldn't watch others advance easily.

What's more, her strength has indeed not been tested yet.

The young man slashed at Su Zuo's feet with his sword. The sword light swept across, and the sword power in his spiritual power was extremely sharp. He wanted to force Su Zuo to leave the stone pillar.

Su Zuo's steps moved slightly, and he moved downwards as he expected.

She broke away from this superior position, and many people also used their sword moves as soon as their thoughts moved.

Suddenly, sword lights of different shapes flashed towards Su Zuo.

boom!

A ray of sword light, no more than several swords of light, slashed towards the young man.

The young man didn't expect that under the cover of so many people, he would still be the one who bore the brunt of the beating. He looked cautious and used the long sword in his hand to resist the attack.

Many sword lights were swung from the opponent's hand at the same time, and this sword was definitely not a full blow.

The next moment, he realized that this sword move was not as easy to catch as he thought. His figure suddenly flew backwards, hit the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"How could this happen?" he asked in a voiceless voice.

There were many people who were as frustrated as him. One after another figures flew out and were forced to leave the ring.

"There are really so many people surrounding me." Su Zuo's expression remained unchanged, and he complained to Xiao Jian in his heart, "I have never seen such a scene before."

Xiaojian comforted her: "It's nothing more than a group fight. You have rested for so long."

Su Zuo felt refreshed and said, "Fortunately, there is no particularly strong person."

Not long after, the monk who was still on the ring found himself alone, and immediately retreated and left.

Su Zuo seemed to be still standing not far from where he landed, unscathed, and the light blue flag on his left hand did not tremble.

The onlookers standing nearby were attracted by the quick battle in this arena and whispered, "This man is so scary!"

"Who is this? I remember that this martial artist was not on the scoreboard for the first level."

"When you hold the flag, you are at this level when fighting. How scary should it be in normal times?"

"There are not many people who can beat her this time."

"Such a cruel person has no reputation in the first level. Is he just a road idiot?"

After the group fight ended, the arena Su Zuo was in became calmer.

She had nothing to do, holding the flag and studying it. Everyone's eyes were watching her gaze, but they couldn't see any mystery.

Su Zuo said to Xiao Jian in his heart: "This flag is pretty good-looking."

Xiaojian: "Take it away."

Su Zuo: "Let's keep this for the next person."

Xiaojian: "You can cry and make trouble to your fourth senior brother..."

Su Zuo was silent for a moment: "What image do I have in your heart?"

Xiaojian: "If you don't like crying and making trouble, you can just take me away."

Su Zuo sighed: "Xiao Jian, you are not a human being and you don't understand. You don't have to have good things. It's good to just take a look."

Xiaojian: "...Do you still remember what you did?"

Su Zuo began to remember.

Xiaojian reminded her: "When did you just look... No, you are fighting. Be serious."

Su Zuo blinked and looked away from the flag, "Shall I take out a book and read it? It's a bit boring to look at each other with so many people doing nothing."

Xiaojian chuckled: "You can just have fun when you have nothing to do."

Su Zuo glanced at the people around him, but he still didn't do anything as eye-catching as reading a book.

Not long after, she noticed something and the corners of her mouth moved slightly: "Something is about to happen."

She found out before that some people were talking and planning something, but now they were definitely targeting her.

Xiaojian: "I'm here for you, be happy."

Su Zuo lamented: "I didn't offend anyone, except for that guy from before... why couldn't I be honest even after I was eliminated?"

A young man walked onto the ring and immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Su Zuo couldn't leave the ring and could only look at him.

He walked closer and saw that Su Zuo didn't attack, so his speed suddenly increased.

The spiritual power around him became chaotic, and terrifying and chaotic spiritual currents appeared in the ring.

The monks in the audience were so frightened that they fled away, saying in disbelief: "Self-destruct!"

"He's going to blow himself up!"

"Run!"

"Why is this necessary! Is there a dispute between these two people? Or is it someone using a borrowed knife to kill someone?"

Su Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered, "Is it worth it?"

The young man rushed towards her and was in front of her in an instant, his spiritual pressure approaching, as if he wanted to trade his life for his life.

Su Zuo kicked out, and his spiritual power broke through the defense, hitting the opponent's fragile spiritual veins just right.

The figure in front of him suddenly seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. His figure was caught off guard and then flew backwards uncontrollably.

boom!

The figure fell, cracks appeared on the ground, and traces of blood spread.

The spiritual sea was destroyed by the invading spiritual power, and the power of self-destruction disappeared instantly.

The referee arrived immediately, glanced around and announced: "This person is out."

He picked up the boy and flew outside the venue.