"I, Tang Ling, decided to fight for an identity for himself."

"Who am I? I am a crane-headed crescent warrior with the last strength in the First Preparatory Battalion."

"I now announce that I am here to start formally launching a ranking challenge to the Crescent Warriors of the entire First Preparatory Battalion!"

"I will continue to fight. Is the first place the status noble enough? If not, I will continue to challenge the Purple Moon Warrior! The duel must be given to me!"

"The challenge right is sacred, who dares not accept it?" Tang Ling pulled out the long sword behind him and pointed directly at the position of the First Preparatory Camp.

"Madman!" Yangkong's face changed immediately. Tang Ling has the strength to challenge the entire reserve camp? What exactly is he going to do? Can you explain this to Weian?

"Little madman! Hahaha..." On a hill not far from the ruined battlefield, Su Yao held the communication device and listened to the sound coming from inside, and couldn't help but laugh.

The man beside him reached out to snatch it; "Old Su, you're just fucking me."

"Madman." At the top of the barrier of hope, there are a few people who have begun to make some preparations silently, and this idea comes to mind almost at the same time, but the inexplicable sense of familiarity is so intimate.

Aber frowned. What's the fuck? But that's fine, didn't the patriarch delay time? Tang Ling's challenge is very cooperative.

Then let this stupid xiao make a fuss. It's best to be beaten to death. Although Andrew's mischief is abominable, he has some strength. Albert knows it, let alone Andrew's dog, Henk.

No one can stop him from seeking death.

Andrew's face immediately paled a little, and Henk stood beside him, stretching out his hand and clenched Andrew's hand.

"He won't succeed."

"I hope so." Andrew actually felt dismal inside when he came out from the ground. He was not Albert, he had no capital, he had only success and failure.

Success is paradise.

Failure is hell. He is already in hell, and everything doesn't matter.

Isn’t life like this? One thought is heaven and one thought is hell.

In the end, the jealousy, injustice and greed that could not be suppressed pushed him to hell.

**

The right to challenge is indeed sacred.

At least in the Ziyue Team, each reserve camp is extremely encouraged and challenged. In order to encourage such challenges, it is given sacred meaning.

So, the person who initiated the challenge is protected before his challenge is completed.

The rest is just to be accepted by challenges or not.

However, this is in full view of everyone, and the traditional thought of the First Preparatory Camp is deeply rooted in the idea of ​​glory!

If you lose your glory, you will lose everything, future, reputation, cultivation, and even resources...

This is even more uncomfortable than death.

Of course, some people can be understood without accepting the challenge, and these people are just members of the Raptors.

Tang Ling jumped down from the observation deck.

Tang Ling slowly walked to the center of the crowd.

A simple ring made of dozens of iron boxes was quickly placed in the center.

The crowd consciously retreated, leaving a place for the challenge station.

Tang Ling jumped onto the ring calmly. He turned around and looked at the companions of the Raptors team following behind him, and said softly: "Please put Viagra behind me and let her watch."

While speaking, Tang Ling suddenly inserted the long sword behind him and said, "With this as the boundary, no one can get close to Wei'an. Because, this time I will be in front of her forever."

Yu hugged Wei An silently and placed it carefully behind Tang Ling.

Tang Ling looked at Wei An's blood-colored face, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and said in the gentlest tone: "Look, I'll give you a sacrifice."

Then, Tang Ling turned his head decisively and shouted: "Start, second to last."

Andy stood in the audience: "I admit defeat."

"Third last."

"I admit defeat." Christina choked.

"It's fourth."

No one responded, Tang Ling felt ache and did not dare to look back. He said softly as if he was self-deprecating: "Sorry, she died."

“Fifth last.”

A senior who was in the same cave as Tang Ling came on stage with some fear.

"I'm very sad, but I won't hold back because of the glory of the Crescent Warrior." He said this, then bowed to Tang Ling and rushed over.

Tang Ling did not look up, and even let the rain blur his vision.

With a "brush", Tang Ling made a kick, just one kick, and the kick that many elite warriors could not capture actually brought about a afterimage.

With a 'surging' sound, the senior's thigh was swept mercilessly by his toes, and his entire sprinting body immediately lost its balance and fell outside the ring.

So strong?! Tang Ling - so strong?!

There were at least fifty people in the First Preparatory Battalion shocked! Ordinary people may not understand, soldiers may not understand, and even elite soldiers may not understand!

But if the Crescent Warriors of the First Preparatory Battalion and the Purple Moon Warriors watching in the crowd don’t understand, it’s a joke!

This foot-out speed is almost the speed that the best people in the first preparation camp can kick out! This also requires a strong neural reaction speed, and one kick is swept out at the most suitable node...

Yes, there is still power!

Tang Ling...is it from the rear of the crane?!

Faced with many shocked gazes, Tang Ling's expression did not change at all: "The sixth from the end."

Another senior came on stage.

He didn't say anything nonsense. He was a fool and couldn't see Tang Ling's strength. It would be too stupid to say that he would do his best.

He just bowed and rushed towards Tang Ling.

With one punch, just one punch, he was knocked off the ring without any drag. The power of one punch was just enough to knock him off the ring.

"Thank you." The senior said softly. He saw that Tang Ling finally stopped the fist, otherwise the punch would easily break his bones.

"The seventh last." Tang Ling shouted loudly.

"I admit defeat." Auston replied loudly.

"Eighth last." No one answered.

A painful and sarcastic smile appeared on Tang Ling's face, and he turned around and looked behind him.

Amir has been temporarily bandaged, but unfortunately, as he is, he will never get advanced cell repair agents.

If...If there is no betrayal, if...If it is still a partner... Amir's heart is a little sour. He actually believes that there are these ifs. Tang Ling is trying his best to create miracles and rob them for him.

But there is no if in life.

At this moment, Wei An lay behind Tang Ling until she died... She didn't get close to her, but who was the mistake? Amir seemed to have figured out something, but it was too late.

"I... cough... admit defeat..." Amir said almost effortlessly.

"Well, remember, keep holding on. If you are still a man," Tang Ling turned his head.

In fact, he was so heartbroken that he could not breathe, but he had to bear the inevitable punishment for any mistakes. He could not be soft-hearted anymore. Who would be soft-hearted for Wei An?

"Ninth last."

The last senior in the same cave walked onto the ring.

Still, just one punch.

“Tenth last.”

"I admit defeat." Yu whispered.

In one minute, he rushed from the bottom to the bottom and challenged 9 people. Tang Ling created an impressive result, even though six people gave up.

But... he still defeated the other three people, and he used two punches and one kick in total!

Is it funny? Not funny, because he did not defeat some native chickens and tiles, but the elites of the First Preparatory Camp.

Tang Ling? Is this strong? This thought came to everyone's mind again. How much kilograms are these two punches? Or can they be calculated using the "ox" power? What is his speed? Is it already the limit? Then is his excellent nerve reaction speed? What is his ability? Is it displayed?

Many people are complicated and inevitably think of one thing - Tang Ling has a secret.
Chapter completed!