After more than 50 moves, the two of them wandered to the edge of the arena. Stoker saw that the time was right. He sent a telepathic message, "Zhang Xing, hit me!"
Zhang Xing nodded slightly and waved his hand. A stream of Dragon Aura hit Stoker.
Stoker took five to six steps back and was out of the arena.
He heaved a sigh of relief and bowed. "Zhang Xing, I'm not as good as you. I admit defeat!"
He looked smug. He didn't care about Zhang Xing's reaction and turned to leave.
"Oh, right. Stoker, I accidentally used my unique secret technique, the Three-Day Death Fist. It won't hurt or itch. After three days, your body will explode and you will die."
Zhang Xing sent a telepathic message to Stoker.
Stoker's expression changed, and he was stunned.
He hurriedly used his Divine Perception to check his body, but he didn't find anything.
He immediately sent a telepathic message, "Zhang Xing, what do you mean by this?
You're lying to me, right? "
"I'm serious. I thought about it just now. What you said makes sense. It's not good to not write a contract. If you are playing tricks, who will I ask for the crystals?"
"So, it's better to leave a mark in your body. You can feel it now."
As Zhang Xing spoke, he used his Divine Perception. The trace of Dragon Aura in Stoker's body immediately released a violent energy.
Stoker felt a pain in his chest. It was as if his heart was going to explode. His face immediately turned pale.
He staggered and almost fell.
However, this feeling disappeared immediately. His back was drenched in cold sweat, and fear spread throughout his body.
"Zhang Xing, you are despicable. You don't keep your word!"
"Hehe, this is the rule of a transaction. It's unnecessary to call me despicable and untrustworthy. By the way, I'll tell you that no one can undo this secret technique except for me."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask the elders in your clan to undo it. Don't blame me if your body explodes."
Zhang Xing chuckled. What was the use of writing a contract? The safest thing was still the Dragon Aura.
Of course, he could also poison Stoker. However, it would be more troublesome. If they accused him of being a poison master, he would have to run.
Stock walked back to his seat in a daze. The students behind him didn't say anything bad about his failure.
After all, they had fought for a very long time. In the end, they had only accidentally left the competition venue. Otherwise, it was hard to say who would have won.
That was exactly what Stoker wanted, but he wasn't in the mood to think about it now.
Just a moment ago, he was still laughing at Zhang Xing, thinking that he was a social idiot.
He was proud of his intelligence and thought that Zhang Xing was a joke, but he didn't expect that Zhang Xing was much smarter than him.
What to do?
What to do?
His heart could explode at any moment. He was scared out of his wits. Should he ask his father to take a look?
He looked up at the audience. His father was talking and laughing with the big boss next to him, as if he didn't take his failure seriously.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
Zhang Xing walked back to the center of the field and said indifferently.
His voice wasn't loud, but it spread throughout the entire arena. Those who were talking all consciously shut their mouths and turned their heads to look around.
The entire arena was silent. Zhang Xing's words made the atmosphere awkward.
Three minutes later, the elder of the guild walked out and asked a few more times. Still, no one dared to challenge him.
He nodded at the main spectator stand. After getting the approval of the guild leader, he said, "Zhang Xing is the champion of the challenge competition. The reward is five hundred crystals. Please come up to the stage to receive your reward!"
Zhang Xing's eyes lit up. He was overjoyed. He strode forward to receive his reward.
"The challenge competition will continue. Students, be bolder and learn from Zhang Xing …"