Outside the martial arts field in District 83, several people were walking towards this side. The leader was a middle-aged dragon warrior with long green hair. His green eyes were very terrifying, like a poisonous snake filled with yin vultures.

Behind him, several young men were wearing precious Taoist armor, full of energy, and had a sense of superiority in their bones. Especially when they looked at the thousands of people who looked pitiful on Liang Teng.

Of course they knew the origin of the 83rd clan. It can be said that... there is no origin. But it is said that their real combat power is still good. In every potential martial arts battle, it seems that someone will come to suppress this team. So this time they are no exception.

Of course, it is not that their ninth clan is afraid of the Dragon Clan. Instead, they want to preserve their strength and engage in the subsequent battle. The first battle must be to win beautifully. So during the rest, they came here.

The battle has almost begun outside. After all, this potential martial arts battle is still relatively long. Of course, the War Dragon Clan is not particularly lucky. Their battle was in the first few games. It is probably going to be its turn in less than two days.

Outside, there were already cheers and fighting sounds.

They want that kind of cheer, too.

But every time I don't have a chance with them.

At this moment, they stood up one after another. The thing that made them most disgusting and annoying was still coming. This middle-aged man with green hair must be from the ninth clan.

Hate and anger filled their young hearts. They were united and looked at the people coming coldly.

The middle-aged green-haired warrior led a few teenagers, unscrupulously, and looked down upon them. Several noble teenagers were teasing each other, very relaxed and did not look at each other. The middle-aged green-haired man glanced at everyone and said in that high-ranking tone: "Are you the eighty-three clans? What about your team leader's teacher? Let him come out to see me."

This person is a Fengyue Commander of the Fengyue Army. He has the realm of the six realms of reincarnation. He is well versed in the power of the six realms. He is also well-known in the Killing Dragon City. He is named Muhuan.

He asked, but no one answered him on Liang Teng's side.

When Mu Huan saw the hatred eyes of these teenagers, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

At this time, a girl next to him said, "Uncle Second, they have a bad reputation. I'm afraid no one is willing to take them. Find the leader and just discipline them. We have to go back and prepare for a battle with other top ten clans."

The woman was wearing colorful Taoist armor, with colorful brilliance, white skin, beautiful appearance, and very arrogant inside. She didn't look at Liang Teng and the others at all. She completely ignored her.

Mu Huan nodded and looked around for a week. Sure enough, no one led the team. That would be even better. His eyes were bright and he said loudly: "Eighty-three clans. You must know what I am here to do. The old rules. They cannot win. They must have a crushing defeat. Let me tell you a standard. Before you all 1,000 people fell, we can't lose 100 people here. If this number exceeds, what will happen? You have experienced too much. You must be quite clear in your heart."

This not only requires Liang Teng and the others to lose, but also requires them to lose miserably. One hundred people will kill one thousand of them. What is that? In their ninth clan, each of them can kill ten.

Such humiliation. The Zhanlong clan's hearts were strongly confronted. Their faces were ashen. Their young hearts were already burning with flames. The strong will to resist. Mu Huan on the opposite side must have heard it.

"Yeah." He was very surprised. He didn't expect that these little guys would even dare to hate him. This is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger.

Mu Huan felt funny. Now he must be scaring them. So he asked, "You have so many people. You should have a leader."

His eyes were scanning the crowd. It is said that there was an ultimate dragon among the group of people. His eyes instantly locked on Liang Teng.

This lonely and cold boy gave him a hint of crisis. Mu Huan could predict that he might have a great future. Unfortunately, no one would provide guidance. And he was even right with the ninth clan.

Mu Huan reached out and grabbed Liang Teng. A powerful six powers pressed Liang Teng down. With a slight pull, he pulled Liang Teng's body and lay down at his feet. Mu Huan said nothing and stepped on Liang Teng's face directly and crushed him freely. With his powerful force, Liang Teng not only could not resist, but also had blood on his face.

"Boss Liang."

Everyone exclaimed. Their anger was completely detonated. The anger was like a devil and left their minds blank. Only hatred was left. They made them forget everything. They just wanted to fight and resist.

There are too many things in this world that are more important than life. For example, glory, dignity. What they cannot lose their lives is dignity.

"Let him go."

Their angry hearts almost exploded under this torture. Thousands of people rushed towards Mu Huan. Seeing the hideous fighting eyes of these young faces, Mu Huan felt very bored. He waved his hand suddenly. In a moment, six powers shook all the thousands of people out, and they fell to the ground and vomited blood.

The next moment, he kicked Liang Teng away. At this moment, the skin on Liang Teng's face was bleeding. But those eyes were cold and hatred. It was like a wild beast. It was like Long Chen. He would never forget today's humiliation in his life. It was caused by his incompetence.

"Boss Liang."

Everyone had tears in their eyes and surrounded Liang Teng in the middle.

"I'm fine."

Liang Teng stood up. Everyone looked at the blood on his face and was even more angry. But they understood their weakness more deeply.

After teaching them a lesson, Mu Huan was very satisfied. He said in a deep voice: "You saw it. I did not give you a chance to refuse. You don't have to lose. And you will lose very badly. Otherwise, your entire team will be disbanded and you will be expelled from the Dragon City of Killing. Among them, whoever defeats more than three disciples of my ninth clan. After the end, we personally greet these people, so that they can't survive or die. Don't doubt the authenticity of what I said. Because they can't bear the result at all. Today I'm talking about this. Despicable idiots. You must remember clearly that this world is controlled by the strong. When you are still weak, it's a piece of shit. Don't talk to me about dignity. Where does a piece of shit come from."

Under Mu Huan's voice, the War Dragon Clan gathered together. They were very silent. There was no word to refute. They looked at each other and saw a deep confusion in their eyes. Mu Huan had the ability to let them encounter such an ending. So for them, this was so desperate...

"Teacher, you are too vulgar." Another tall, sexy and hot girl next to her giggled, her face slightly red, showing her noble temperament.

The other one pouted and said, "It's done. You scared these idiots. They didn't dare to speak anymore. What kind of ability can these eighty-three tribes have? I think they really have to do it. Even a thousand of them may not be able to beat a hundred of us."

Mu Huan smiled and said, "Beware of Yu Weiran. After all, our goal this time is to reach the top seven. We cannot spend too much power on these little people. Okay, children, come with me."

Mu Huan looked at Liang Teng and the others viciously again, and then turned around and left with a swagger. They didn't even look at Liang Teng and the others again.

Expected humiliation.

They despise themselves. They humiliate themselves. They do not regard themselves as human beings. They only regard themselves as objects that can be played with and scolded.

The Zhanlong clan held their arms with each other. Their eyes were staring at the direction where Mu Huan and the others left. They never left again.

"Brothers."

Liang Teng, who was covered in scars and blood, showed no pain at all. He gritted his teeth and said, "Today, I understand a truth better."

Everyone looked at him.

He swallowed his saliva and said word by word: "He is right. We are indeed shit..."

Everyone was a little puzzled.

Then he bit his lip and continued, "That's because we have endured so many potential martial arts battles. This is not shit, what is it. But there is something he said wrong. Even shit has dignity. No matter how humble we are, we cannot let them trample on it. I, Liang Teng, have to make them pay the price of bleeding."

He doesn't say much. It's already great that he can say this.

But everyone was still excited.

They share common ideals and beliefs.

Pang Hong waved his arm and shouted: "It's right. So what if you die? Do we still live like a coward? That life has any meaning. We claim to be the War Dragon Clan. We want to fight. We want others to give us the respect we deserve. We can no longer let others step on our feet."

Those humiliation and injustice are like bugs lying on their hearts, making them feel so uncomfortable. It shouldn’t be like this when young.

For a moment, they raised their arms one after another.

"This time. Do we still have to surrender?"

"This time, we still have to be a clown. Let a group of weak people drive us out of the ring."

"No. definitely not."

Luo Yan suddenly remembered Long Chen.

She said, "Even if the master cannot come back, we still have to learn from him and live as proud as him."

"It's right."

"Then, kill them. The ninth clan. Brothers. As long as we defeat them, we will create myths. We will be the new ninth clan. The first ten clans."

As long as you defeat one clan, you can first obtain their title. The ninth clan will become the tenth clan and even later.

The title of the ninth clan made them almost explode.

That day, they all exaggerated their anger.

Then, waiting for the most important battle in their lives to surrender.

It was a battle to defend dignity. They had no regrets.

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