I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 329 Song Xingyuan

Ding Yi's displayed strength left everyone present shocked and wary.

With such a strong competitor added to the mix, now no one knew who would eventually claim victory at the Weapon Casting Conference.

At that moment, Su Wuming looked at Ding Yi and said with a heavy voice, "He didn't use his full strength."

Beside him, Lian Sheng also nodded gently, "This monk can also sense that there is an extremely strong force lurking within him.

Benefactor Han and Benefactor Su, if you encounter him, you must be very careful.

Moreover, this person is quite strange. I can perceive an extremely powerful force of slaughter on him, but I can't determine whether this force of slaughter is his own or brought by him.

The force of slaughter on him keeps changing, sometimes disappearing without a trace, sometimes blazing intensely.

It seems as if he is wavering between chaos and order, making him unpredictable. This monk has never encountered such a situation before."

Han Zheng nodded.

Both Su Wuming and Lian Sheng had keen perceptions.

The former because of habit, the latter because of talent.

Both of them saying so was enough to prove how terrifying Ding Yi's strength was.

Previously, when Xiao Qiushui stepped onto the stage, they hadn't spoken like this.

After the ring was cleaned, Cen Xingzi immediately called out the numbers, and two martial artists began to fight one-on-one on the ring.

This time, one was a disciple from the Jianghai Alliance and the other, recognized by Han Zheng, was Qin Sheng from Washing Sword Pavilion.

The senior disciple of Washing Sword Pavilion, Fang Tingwei, had been taught a lesson by Han Zheng last time and had lost face. He didn't even show up at the Weapon Casting Conference this time.

Thus, this time the representative from Washing Sword Pavilion was Qin Sheng, whose strength was very solid, even stronger than their generation's senior brother, Fang Tingwei.

This time, Qin Sheng's fight with the disciple from the Jianghai Alliance also had little suspense, as he defeated his opponent with absolute strength advantage.

"Number 404 Han Zheng, versus number 193 Song Xingyuan."

Cen Xingzi called out the numbers on the ring, and Han Zheng felt somewhat helpless.

With only so many dozen people left, they could just call out the names directly. Why bother with numbers, especially such an unlucky one?

All the martial artists present turned their gazes towards Han Zheng and Song Xingyuan, looking forward to a good show.

The previous few matches were rather unsatisfying, but this one was heavyweight.

One was the heir of the Heavenly Blade Song Family, who reportedly practiced blade techniques since the age of three, fought bandits when he was seven, and by eighteen had mastered the Heavenly Blade True Intent.

The other was the strongest of the younger generation from the Demon Cleansing Bureau, whose strength and capabilities were both extremely remarkable. Just the day before yesterday, he had fought Sima Chengzong of the Dan Sea Realm in Qianjiang Prefecture, displaying terrifying prowess.

The battle between these two would likely be more exciting than any previous ones.

After Song Xingyuan took the stage, his expression was slightly solemn.

Previously, Song Xingyuan hadn't really taken Han Zheng seriously.

For Song Xingyuan, the only opponent he truly regarded was Xiao Qiushui from the Xiao Family with his godly spear techniques.

Last time when Han Zheng fought Sima Chengzong, Song Xingyuan had happened to leave the city and hadn't witnessed Han Zheng's might himself.

But just hearing about it, Song Xingyuan felt a chill in his heart.

Sima Chengzong was a martial artist of the Late Stage Dan Sea Realm, yet he had been killed by Han Zheng.

In his place, Song Xingyuan was confident he could fight Sima Chengzong without losing, but had no certainty of defeating him, let alone killing him.

"Song Xingyuan! You said you wanted to teach Han Zheng a good lesson! I don't want you to kill him, but you have to cripple one of his legs!"

Down below the ring, Bai Xueru shouted loudly, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

Some people frowned slightly, feeling that the daughter of the Cold Water Bai Family was simply too insensible.

The arena of the Weapon Casting Conference was about competition; though injuries or even crippling were common, and various factions had their grievances, hefty blows on the ring were normal.

But no one would so blatantly clamor to cripple an opponent—what did she take the Weapon Casting Conference for?

Even though Ding Yi had been ruthless before, he hadn't made a big show of saying he wanted to cripple his opponents.

"Some things you can do, but you can't announce them so openly."

Song Xingyuan looked speechlessly at Bai Xueru.

He suddenly felt that pursuing Bai Xueru was a wrong decision.

Although the woman's status and position were fine, her personality and mind might cause him big troubles in the future.

The elders of the Cold Water Bai Family, upon hearing Bai Xueru misspeak, immediately told her to shut up and stop spouting nonsense.

From below the stage, Wei Wenruo said to Xiao Qiushui with a wry smile, "Brother Xiao, now you know why I didn't want to form a marriage alliance with the Bai Family, right?

With such a woman, I feel that I wouldn't be able to live in peace for the second half of my life."

Xiao Qiushui sighed, patted Wei Wenruo's shoulder lightly without a word, but his face showed a trace of sympathy.

Fortunately, the last time Wei Wenruo had successfully gotten rid of that woman Bai Xueru, otherwise, his friend's entire life would have been ruined.

So, strictly speaking, even though Wei Wenruo's first meeting with Han Zheng wasn't pleasant, he did not really dislike Han Zheng; he even felt somewhat grateful.

If it wasn't for Han Zheng, he wouldn't have been able to easily get rid of Bai Xueru.

At this moment, in the arena, Song Xingyuan frowned as he looked at Han Zheng, constantly calculating in his mind.

Previously, Gongyang Qu had commented on the disciples from the major sects, saying that Song Xingyuan was deep in thought, even surpassing his own strength.

Gongyang Qu was indeed accurate in judging people.

Song Xingyuan, mature beyond his years, had risen to his current position precisely because of his strength and his skill in scheming.

Before attending the Weapon Casting Conference, Song Xingyuan had already prepared several contingency plans, considering how to act against different kinds of opponents.

There were only two people he hadn't anticipated.

One was Han Zheng, and the other was Ding Yi, who had suddenly shown extraordinary strength in the previous match.

Now, facing Han Zheng, Song Xingyuan could only play his trump card earlier, which he had initially prepared to use in the final showdown against Xiao Qiushui.

Otherwise, he might be directly eliminated by Han Zheng.

He knew that after this round, only over twenty martial artists would remain.

If he, Song Xingyuan, were defeated, he wouldn't even make it to the top thirty, which would be the worst result since the Song Family had started participating in the Weapon Casting Conference.

Song Xingyuan couldn't afford to lose that face!

When Cen Xingzi stepped down from the arena and signaled that they could start, Song Xingyuan flipped his wrist, and a crimson tentacle suddenly shot out from his sleeve.

The tentacle, covered in black and red patterns and similar to a viscous liquid, suddenly spread out, wrapping around Song Xingyuan's left arm in layers.

In an instant, his arm transformed into something resembling a demon's limb—bulging and thick, radiating black and red colors, with black sharp claws even protruding from the tip.

At the same time, rows of black bone spurs extended from his wrist up to his elbow.

A bizarre and powerful aura emanated from Song Xingyuan's hands.

Below, Wan Zhongshan's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily, "What is the meaning of this, Song Family? Bringing out the Blood Demon Hand too, have you no shame?"

An elder from the Song Family coldly retorted, "What about the Blood Demon Hand? It's not a Heavenly Soldier, just an aid and counts as a kind of weapon. What's the problem?

Isn't it fine for Song Xingyuan, the most outstanding disciple of our current generation in the Song Family, to wield the Blood Demon Hand as ordered by the Family Head?"

This Blood Demon Hand was a segment of an arm left by a Demon King slain by the ancestor of the Song Family.

It was originally kept as a memento for the descendants to remember some of the great deeds of their ancestor.

However, after absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon for hundreds of years, this segment of the arm developed a slight vitality.

Discovering this, the Song Family soaked it in Spiritual Medicine and fully activated it, turning it into the current Blood Demon Hand.

As long as it was activated by the Qi Blood Power, the Blood Demon Hand would integrate into the martial artist's body, connecting their bloodlines and greatly enhancing the martial artist's strength.

However, this could not last for too long, as an excessively deep integration with the demonic blood could impact their cultivation in the future.

Though not considered a high-grade weapon, the Blood Demon Hand was still a very useful external item.

But using such external aids in the Weapon Casting Conference was merely exploiting a loophole, just like the Sword Orb that Gongyang Qu gave to Lin Qing.

Everyone knew using external aids was somewhat unsavory, but these aids weren't outrageously powerful, nor did they break the rules.