Chapter 6: One man takes on a group of people. Do you think this is a female channel? Even if they can't beat you, there's nothing wrong with touching you, right? As soon as Ying Suifeng finished speaking, the contestants below immediately became excited. "Brothers, what are you waiting for? The opportunity is right ahead!" "Yeah, I just don't believe that with so many of us together, we still can't defeat him?" "Even if I can't beat him, I can at least touch him, right?" The contestants who were about to participate were all ready to go, and their enthusiasm was completely aroused by Ying Suifeng's words. The corners of Ying Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Ying Suifeng in the distance with a confused look on his face. This old guy really doesn't treat his own grandson as an outsider! It's clearly a trap to one's own death! Ying Wushuang felt that the way the contestants looked at him had changed, becoming more intense.
It was as if he was a lamb to be slaughtered, surrounded by wolves. But is this the real situation? Although there are many masters among these contestants, it is still a challenge for Ying Wushuang. Moreover, Ying Wushuang discovered that there was no fifth-level assassin among them, all of them were fourth-level assassins. If he used all his strength, he might be able to defeat them. "Sir, isn't this a bit too much?" After hearing Ying Suifeng's words, the referee suddenly became hesitant. In his impression, no matter how strong Ying Wushuang was, it was absolutely impossible for him to challenge so many people alone. What's more, Ying Wushuang is younger than those contestants. "Okay, I agree. If that's the case, then let's all come over here together!" Before Ying Suifeng could answer, Ying Wushuang's high-pitched voice rang out, echoing throughout the entire trial field. Immediately afterwards, a surprising scene appeared on the ring. Ying Wushuang was seen standing on the far left of the arena, and on the right stood more than a dozen assassin contestants in different costumes. "Game start!" Following the referee's order, more than a dozen assassins disappeared from their original positions almost in an instant and hid on the stone pillars. The structure of the Assassin's Temple Arena is different from that of other temples. In order to ensure fairness, more than a dozen stone pillars of varying heights were erected around the arena to provide a place for assassins to live. The arena, which originally seemed a bit crowded, suddenly had only Ying Wushuang left. Ying Wushuang still stood there, as if he was not a contestant but a spectator watching the game. "Humph, you're trying to be mysterious!" An assassin snorted coldly when he saw Ying Wushuang like this.
Then he held the dagger in his hand and disappeared from the spot in an instant. The dagger turned into a stream of light, dropped from the sky, and stabbed straight into Ying Wushuang's crown. Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce Ying Wushuang, the assassin couldn't help but be overjoyed. However, at this moment, Ying Wushuang's body suddenly disappeared from the spot. "How is this possible?" The assassin's pupils dilated infinitely, before he could react. He was suddenly hit hard in the abdomen. "boom!" The powerful force directly knocked the assassin away, and he fell heavily outside the ring. The other assassins gasped when they saw this. Because when the assassin made his move just now, all their eyes were directed over there. But they didn't expect that they would be defeated right after the fight. They didn't even see clearly how Ying Wushuang attacked. "Brothers, stop hiding this." "We may not be his match in a one-on-one fight, but I don't believe that he can defeat all of us at the same time?" Mu Ning's eyes focused and he began to pass messages to other assassins. The other assassins nodded in agreement. As a result, various assassin skills burst out. Faced with so many assassin skills, Ying Wushuang was not panicked at all. He just moved his mind and a pair of silver-white wings appeared from behind him. "Look, what is that?" The audience pointed at the wings behind Ying Wushuang, stood up excitedly, and said in surprise. "Legendary equipment. Wings of Gale?" The audience couldn't see it, but the referee noticed at a glance what was behind Ying Wushuang. Such equipment is something you can only come across by chance. For an assassin, the effect of one plus one being greater than two is definitely achieved. With Ying Wushuang's ability, it is absolutely impossible for him to possess such legendary equipment. Could it be because of Lord Ying Suifeng? The referee thought about it and couldn't help but look up at Ying Suifeng. At this time, Ying Suifeng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Ying Wushuang on the ring with a look of surprise. "If we don't push this kid, it'll be hard to see his hidden cards!" Ying Suifeng murmured to himself. Even he couldn't quite figure out his grandson. With the help of the Wings of Swift Wind, Ying Wushuang was like a tiger with wings. Although the assassins had many skills and surrounded him completely, they couldn't even touch him.
Suddenly, a sharp fluctuation of spiritual power burst out from Ying Wushuang's body. Those spiritual powers were different from ordinary spiritual powers. They were actually viscous and looked like flowing water from a distance. "So that's the spiritual energy liquid?" An assassin noticed the change in Ying Wushuang's spiritual power, opened his mouth in shock, and pointed at him with trembling fingers. The transformation of spiritual energy into liquid is a sign of reaching the fifth level. Could it be that Ying Wushuang’s strength has already reached the fifth level? As soon as this thought came up, it instantly filled the minds of all the assassins. There is a huge difference between the fifth level and the fourth level. Neither the attack speed nor the power is of the same order of magnitude. In addition, Ying Wushuang has legendary equipment behind him, so how the hell can we defeat him? "Fifth-level assassin skill, Overlord Stab!" While the assassins were stunned, they saw a spear as black as ink appear behind Ying Wushuang. The spear exuded a man-eating aura, like a demon's gate, which seemed to devour it. "go with!" Ying Wushuang roared, and the spear turned into dozens of streams of light, bursting towards the assassins. "Boom boom boom" Explosions rang out one after another, and smoke and dust rose up, covering the entire arena. The sounds of screaming and vomiting blood were endless, as if this was not an arena, but a purgatory on earth. Ying Suifeng was a little worried. He was really afraid that this kid would accidentally kill a few people. By then, even if he was the deputy leader of the Assassin's Temple, he would not be able to save him. Fortunately, when the smoke cleared, the assassins were found lying on the ground in a mess. They were only injured, and there were no deaths. On the other hand, Ying Wushuang stood in the middle of the ring with a calm face and said to the referee: "Referee, can you announce the result of the match?" The referee was still immersed in shock, and only reacted after hearing Ying Wushuang's words. "In this match, Ying Wushuang wins!" (End of this chapter)