Chapter 42 He hasn’t come out yet? Terrible will!
When he thought that he would be stepped on by Qin Hao forever, Wang Meng suddenly felt extremely resentful and unwilling.
This unwillingness was like a blazing fire, raging crazily in his heart, making him unable to calm down for a moment.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive exertion, and his teeth chattered as if he was going to crush all the unwillingness in his heart.
no!
Wang Meng gritted his teeth, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he also rushed into the Langya Trial Tower.
The moment he was defeated by Qin Hao, he had already lost all face. Once, he was very famous in Langya Holy Land. He was admired by everyone wherever he went and was an outstanding figure in everyone's eyes.
But now, he was defeated by a fledgling and unknown Qin Hao. He couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.
"If Qin Hao surpasses him in the Langya Ranking Ranking for the first time he enters the tower, wouldn't he be completely embarrassed?"
Wang Meng thought as he fought hard in the tower. He used every move and every move with all his strength, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances in his heart through killing.
An hour and a half later, Wang Meng walked out with his face as pale as paper.
Seeing Wang Meng's appearance, the disciples around him involuntarily took a step back.
Wang Meng's clothes were in tatters. The originally neat and straight clothes were torn to pieces by the beast's claws. The strips of cloth were fluttering helplessly in the wind, just like his broken dignity at the moment.
His body was covered with criss-crossing wounds, some of which were so deep that one could almost see the bones. Blood kept flowing out, staining his body red.
His eyes were full of exhaustion, a deep, indescribable feeling of powerlessness, as if all his strength had been drained from his whole body.
"How does Qin Hao rank?"
Wang Meng asked in a hoarse voice. His voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with a hint of trembling, and every word seemed to use up his last bit of strength.
"Senior brother...Qin Hao...is still in the tower."
A disciple replied. The disciple's eyes were full of disbelief, and he was obviously deeply shocked by Qin Hao's performance.
"Qin Hao hasn't come out yet?"
Wang Meng was in disbelief, his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of his sockets, his tone was full of shock and unwillingness, he couldn't believe the fact he heard.
He hasn't stayed as long as Qin Hao?
Wang Meng's eyes were bloodshot and protruding. He looked very scary, like a wounded beast, ready for a final fight to the death.
Wang Meng gritted his teeth, ignoring his extreme physical weakness and mental exhaustion, and then rushed in again.
There was only one thought in his mind, that is, he must not let Qin Hao surpass him, and he must not let his dignity be ruthlessly trampled on again.
He told himself that no matter what the cost, even his life, he must persevere.
He wants to prove himself and regain his own glory.
Two hours later, Wang Meng walked out again, his face even paler, without a trace of blood, like a piece of white paper.
His body was shaky, as if he would collapse in the next second. Every step he took seemed extremely difficult, and his legs kept shaking, as if he could no longer support the weight of his body.
He was breathing heavily, and every breath he took seemed extremely heavy, as if he was trying desperately to suck all the air around him into his lungs. At this time, Wang Meng's eyes were already a little blurred, his vision became blurred, and the world seemed to have lost focus in his eyes.
But the obsession in his heart still kept him from falling. It was an unwillingness to admit defeat, a persistence in dignity, and a desire to surpass himself.
However, Wang Meng turned around and suddenly roared.
"He's not out yet?!"
Wang Meng's voice was shocked and angry. The voice seemed to break through the sky and shatter the tranquility around him. His face was filled with anger, unwillingness and disbelief, and all the emotions completely exploded at this moment.
Then, his body could no longer hold up, as if his backbone had been ripped away, and he fell unconscious. His body hit the ground hard, sending up a cloud of dust.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment. Their eyes moved back and forth between the unconscious Wang Meng and the inside of the trial tower. Their faces were full of shock, and they were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.
They looked at the unconscious Wang Meng. His pale face was bloodless, and his weak aura was like a candle in the wind, which might be extinguished at any time. People couldn't help but feel pity for him.
Looking at Qin Hao who was still in the trial tower, he could only shake his head and call him crazy!
At this moment, the old man guarding the tower slowly walked over, waved his hand, and a soft light fell on Wang Meng, slowly recovering from his injuries.
"Alas, my state of mind is still flawed." The old man shook his head and sighed.
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Langya Trial Tower is known as the most dangerous place in Langya Holy Land. Every level here is like an unknown abyss, full of unpredictable challenges.
Every step forward may be a life or death decision.
The taste of death that the Trial Tower makes people experience is like a sharp needle, deeply stinging everyone who has tried to enter the Trial Tower.
That kind of pain is not only physical trauma, but also deep spiritual torture.
Countless geniuses who had entered the Langya Trial Tower were unable to withstand this kind of psychological and spiritual torture, and eventually fell into madness and became a madman.
Their experience in the tower became a permanent nightmare that destroyed their will and belief.
Langya Trial Tower has several floors, and the first floor is said to be able to stand alone against thousands of armies.
Thousands of bloodthirsty ferocious beasts that returned from the slaughter to hell, crushing everything like a raging tide. They are like demons from the dark abyss, mercilessly spreading their fangs and pounce on every trialist who steps in. That ferocious momentum is terrifying.
The blood-colored figure moved nimbly among the army of ferocious beasts, and the blood light it raised from time to time was like lightning, extremely dazzling.
Qin Hao no longer knows how many times he has died. Every death is like a baptism of the soul. However, even so, his will never wavered for a moment. That firm belief is like a burning flame, burning brighter and stronger.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing 10,000 kills in the Xiantian realm! The reward kill value is 50,000."
Hearing this voice, Qin Hao still did not relax at all, because he knew clearly that this was just the beginning.
He wants to gain more power in this tower and make himself extremely powerful.
Only in this way can he gain a foothold in this world, protect himself, and...take back everything he has from those people!
Qin Hao's body was covered with scars, and his clothes were dyed red with blood. The bloodstains were like blooming flowers, telling the cruelty of the battle. But his eyes were still as bright as stars, shining with determination.
kill!
(End of chapter)