Super Leveling System

"Awesome, you have to be strong!"    

The fighting arena was in the corner of the Demon God Academy.    

The entire arena was incomparably large, similar to the Roman Beast Fighting Ring from his previous life.    

In the center of the arena, two Cultivator s were fighting.    

"Roar!"    

"Is there anyone else challenging me?"    

"Haha, those below Fifth Rank Martial Saint level, come quickly, I want thirty consecutive victories!"    

At this moment.    

In the arena, one of the two Cultivator s who were fighting had been killed while the other one shouted loudly.    

"Wang Meng is too strong. Although he's only at the second level of Martial Saint, there's no problem at all for him to challenge Fourth Rank."    

"Thirty consecutive victories. If he really does win thirty matches in a row, then his total contribution points will be a total of 300,000!"    

Some people were extremely envious.    

There was a certain rule for the competition: All challengers must not be stronger than the challenger.    

Of course.    

The person being challenged could also take the initiative to fight the stronger ones.    

In the martial field, the more matches one won, the more contribution points they would receive.    

"If the Fifth Rank Martial Saint does not appear, there is no problem at all for him to win thirty matches in a row."    

"I just wonder if he will challenge the stronger Cultivator."    

Someone was very curious.    

Some of the Fifth Rank Martial Saint s here were also eager to give it a try, wanting to fight Wang Meng.    

"Who will come? "Hurry up!"    

"Whoever wins against me, I'll give them all of my contribution points!"    

"For this final battle, I'm betting everything!"    

Over here.    

Wang Meng stood in the center of the stage and looked around at the Cultivator s.    

The corners of his mouth curled up in a proud smile.    

His tone was filled with arrogance!    

"Total Contribution Points?" He has at least 100,000 contribution points with him. If he wins, then he will be rich! "    

"A hundred thousand Exchange Value, I can definitely enter those level five Space Secret Realm twenty to thirty times."    

"Moreover, if we end his 30 win streak, we will at least obtain 100,000. Adding them all together, that will be 200,000!"    

The crowd burst into an uproar.    

The eyes of the Cultivator s all shone.    

"Fight my ass!"    

"Going up is courting death. Under the Fifth Rank Martial Saint, who would be his match?"    

However ?    

There were some people who were completely calm, and their eyes glittered as soon as the words left their mouths, causing them to tremble.    

Twenty-nine consecutive victories!    

This rarely happened in the martial arts arena.    

It was enough to see how powerful Wang Meng was. If they went up, they would definitely be courting death.    

"All contribution points, right?"    

"Come, brother!"    

Suddenly.    

An extremely arrogant voice suppressed the noisy Cultivator, and it resounded in the competition arena.    

All he saw was ?    

Lu Zixuan walked to the center of the competition grounds. Carrying the Purgatory Devilish Sabre, his eyes were filled with excitement.    

Contribution points!    

More than 200,000 contribution points!    

"Haha!"    

"Martial Monarch? Or a Martial Monarch? "    

"Who is this kid? He actually dares to provoke Wang Meng. Is he tired of living?"    

On the martial arena, someone couldn't help but burst out laughing loudly.    

"Martial Monarch of the Eighth Rank, you dare to challenge Wang Meng, haha."    

"Wang Meng's strength is almost invincible in the Fifth Rank Martial Saint, how dare this brat challenge us?"    

"Brat, did you come to the wrong place?"    

"Are you kidding me?"    

"Haha, are you here to make fun of me? We don't need a cheering squad, nor do we need you to be funny. "    

Everyone here was laughing at him.    

Regarding Lu Zixuan's strength, he simply couldn't be bothered with it.    

"Looks like they didn't recognize me!"    

"I like it!"    

"Just laugh, just laugh. I will trample all of you under my feet!"    

Over here.    

Lu Zixuan sneered in his heart.    

Mocking me?    

Alright, just mock me then. Later on, I will use my strength to trample all of you.    

"Kid, scram to the side. I don't want to fight with trash like you in my final match."    

"With your little strength, you're not even worth a finger from me."    

"Besides, how many contribution points can you give me?"    

Wang Meng was extremely disdainful, simply not putting Lu Zixuan in his eyes.    

His eyes landed on Lu Zixuan's body as he said disdainfully.    

"Is that so?"    

"You sure are pretentious, but you found the wrong person to posture in front of laozi!"    

"Idiot, let's have a fight. If you win, you can take this saber away!"    

"I wonder if laozi's third stage Divine Level Purgatory Devilish Sabre is enough!"    

At this moment.    

Lu Zixuan's palm suddenly moved, causing the Purgatory Devilish Sabre on his shoulder to stab onto the ground with a boom.    

he shouted.    

"Is that blade a third grade Divine Level?"    

"Holy shit, awesome! That kid is actually a nouveau riche!"    

"Brat, hurry up and leave. How about I fight with you?"    

"I'll do it!"    

"Me too, I'll come too!"    

The Purgatory Devilish Sabre s were stabbed into the ground, and under the infusion of the Genuine Qi s, they shot out in all directions.    

The three words of Divine Level attracted everyone's attention, and made their breathing quicken.    

A Divine Level weapon!    

Even in the Demon God Academy, there were very few.    

And now, he was actually taken out by a brat who was only a Martial Monarch of Eighth Rank, and was even brought out in this kind of place, and was even going to use it to challenge others!    

F * ck!    

This was completely giving away the Divine Level weapon.    

"Kid, was what you said just now okay?"    

"If that's the case, then hurry up and fight me!"    

The crowd was in an uproar as Wang Meng hastily said this.    

They were afraid that Lu Zixuan would regret fighting with others if he was one step too late.    

At that time, he wouldn't even have the hair on his Divine Level blade.    

"Of course not!"    

"Idiot, let's begin!"    

Lu Zixuan's mouth rose, he was already impatient.    

"Ha ha!"    

"This longblade of yours is mine now!"    

Wang Meng shouted excitedly.    

As soon as he finished speaking, a Great Hammer in his hand smashed towards Lu Zixuan with a boom.    

He took large strides forward, carrying with him a powerful force.    

This was his full powered attack. He wanted to kill Lu Zixuan and take over the Purgatory Devilish Sabre.    

"Just this little bit of strength?"    

"!"    

"Purgatory Beheading Devilish Sabre!"    

"Purgatory Blade Intent, Violent Dragon Drill!"    

Lu Zixuan said in disdain.    

He held the Purgatory Devilish Sabre tightly in his hand and activated the Purgatory Blade Intent. A huge blade light came out from the Purgatory Devilish Sabre.    

Boom!    

The long blade collided with the Great Hammer, producing a dull rumble.    

Immediately after, from the bottom of the Violent Dragon Drill, Lu Zixuan passed through the attack and directly appeared in front of Wang Meng.    

The Purgatory Devilish Sabre continued to slash down.    

"Puchi!"    

The black and white Divine Lotus Magic Flame twined around it, transforming into a sharp flash of a blade.    

Wang Meng's pupils suddenly constricted. He wanted to dodge it.    

However ?    

Lu Zixuan's speed was too fast, there was simply no chance for him to dodge at all.    

With a "pfft" sound, Wang Meng's body was sliced into two halves from the middle.    

Blood splattered all over the place.    

However, in the next moment, it was quickly devoured by the Purgatory Devilish Sabre.