Immortal Martial God

Chapter 935 51 Consecutive Victories

Today, there were more spectators than yesterday, and the seventeenth floor of the Martial God Tower was much larger than the sixteenth floor.

After Xiang Nan put on the Thunder Ghost's mask in advance, he arrived at the inner court.

When he appeared, everyone was shouting "Thunder Ghost".

Xiang Nan Xia subconsciously glanced at the spectator stands and discovered that Guan Xiao and the others had come again today.

Xiang Nan thought to herself. It seemed that their plan was still in secret. At present, she still had plenty of time to watch the game leisurely.

Guan Xiao noticed Xiang Nan's attention and nodded at Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan turned around and jumped onto the arena to begin today's match.

On the seventeenth floor of the Martial God Tower, all those who could walk up were not ordinary people. They had gone through countless baptisms of battles in the first sixteen floors. They had continuously failed, succeeded, failed again, and succeeded again before they stepped on the first sixteen floors.

Because the Martial God Tower was a points system, if it fell to a negative score after a series of defeats, it would naturally fall from one floor to the next.

Amongst the seventeenth level martial artists, there were no more young people. The youngest could be over fifty years old on the outside, and the older could look like a hundred-year-old dying old man.

Xiang Nan's first opponent was a silver-bearded, silver-haired old man.

However, what Xiang Nan did not expect was that the old man bowed deeply to Xiang Nan as soon as he came up and respectfully said, "This time, I would like to ask Senior to give me some pointers on the boy's shortcomings. I hope Senior will show mercy."

"Senior?" "Are you calling me?" Xiang Nan was stunned.

This person, who looked to be over a hundred years old, actually called himself a "brat" in front of Xiang Nan.

The old man said respectfully, "To be able to possess such skill, Senior has naturally immersed himself in martial arts for hundreds of years. Furthermore, Senior is unwilling to reveal his true colors, so he should naturally disguise his voice as well."

"Senior's words sound like a young man under the age of twenty. Senior's true voice should be deep and hoarse."

Xiang Nan smiled bitterly behind the mask. He had overlooked this point. He only wore the mask to cover his face, but his voice had only changed the key, but it was still the voice of a young man.

Unexpectedly, this omission caused others to think too much and interpret it excessively.

Xiang Nan didn't want to explain too much and directly said, "Please make a move."

The old man's expression was solemn. He quickly walked towards Xiang Nan. He walked in a hurry, but he was very steady!

Xiang Nan added some caution. Right now, he could only fight with his left hand. Hopefully, this old man's combat attainments wouldn't be too high.

After the old man got close, he immediately launched a fierce attack on Xiang Nan.

This time, Xiang Nan wasn't in a hurry to judge. He hurriedly dodged and was almost hit in the chest by the old man.

How could this be? Xiang Nan's heart skipped a beat. He had delayed judging the old man's actions a little! This has never happened before.

The old man chased after him three times in a row. Although Xiang Nan did not retaliate, he hid in a hurry! The old man almost hit him three times.

Understood! Xiang Nan was shocked. This old man also had his own'momentum '!

The old man had been fighting in the Martial God Tower for countless years, and he had faintly touched the threshold of'momentum '. However, even he did not realize this.

Momentum would affect each other. Xiang Nan had momentum, and the old man also had a very weak momentum.

Xiang Nan's potential energy could affect others, and others could also affect him. However, his potential was even stronger, so he could still predict the old man's moves, but there was a slight delay.

"During this period of time, I have relied too much on my moves to predict. On the contrary, I have caught myself off guard." Xiang Nan blamed himself in his heart. Even if he hadn't predicted it, his combat ability was still one of the best.

When the old man attacked again, Xiang Nan easily moved the old man out of the arena with one hand on the one hand, based on his delayed prediction, and on the other hand, combined with his own combat skills.

"It's still one move!" The audience stirred up again.

Xiang Nan dodged several moves, but when he attacked, he still managed to subdue the enemy with one move.

The old man hurriedly jumped onto the arena and bowed deeply to Xiang Nan, "Senior can defeat me with one move, but Senior deliberately told me to use a few more moves so that I can understand my shortcomings. Thank you for your guidance, Senior."

With that, the old man left happily.

Xiang Nan was stunned for a long time, thinking to himself that this old man really liked to think too much.

In the next two matches, Xiang Nan's opponent was a middle-aged man who was over fifty years old. The fighting skills of these two people were perfect. It could be seen that they had been tempered a thousand times, but they did not understand the situation.

As for Xiang Nan, he easily repelled the two enemies with one move.

At this moment, the most enthusiastic applause ever sounded from the crowd.

The referee announced excitedly, "Master Lei Gui has officially stepped onto the 18th floor of the Martial God Tower! Furthermore, from the beginning of the first battle until now, he has created a glorious record of 51 battles and 51 victories!"

51 consecutive victories! This was unprecedented in the entire history of the Martial God Tower!

Xiang Nan had broken the record since winning the 12th consecutive game, and he kept breaking his own record all the way to another peak.

When Xiang Nan was about to leave the arena, the referee ran to Xiang Nan nervously and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, senior, for coming to the Martial God Tower to teach us an impressive lesson."

"No thanks." Xiang Nan said and wanted to leave.

But the referee stopped him.

"What do you want to do?" Xiang Nan said.

The referee hesitated for a moment and said nervously, "Senior, can … can you let me touch your hand?"

"What?" Xiang Nan was stunned.

The referee had already reached out and wiped the back of Xiang Nan's hand. Then, his face turned red with excitement and he shouted, "I've touched Master's hand!"

"Haha! I've touched Master's hand! Even the martial artists on the seventeenth floor of our Martial God Tower haven't touched Master's body, but I've touched it!"

Under Xiang Nan's dumbfounded expression, the judge jumped and ran away.

Xiang Nan shook his head helplessly and went back to find his companion.

"You really didn't disappoint me. You were actually able to sweep through everything in the Martial God Tower ," said Deathpupil with a smile.

Xiang Nan said, "The experts in the Martial God Tower aren't that bad. The first old man I met was very powerful."

"Him?" Deathpupil smiled and shook his head. "That old man is quite famous here. The reason why he has such a fighting spirit is because he stopped at the first level of the Heavenly Yuan realm when he was thirty years old. He can no longer improve."

"When his realm encountered a bottleneck, he focused his energy on battle techniques. He had been cultivating in the Martial God Tower for more than 50 years, so he was naturally extraordinary."

Xiang Nan said, "It's a pity that he didn't encounter any guidance from a master teacher, but it's also good for him."

Most untalented martial artists would choose to abandon themselves or become mercenaries to squander their youth when their realms were bottlenecked.

Or he could enter a corrupt path, like Dong Wu Shang , and start to commit evil from then on.

At the very least, the old man was willing to continue studying martial arts. He knew that his cultivation realm was no longer good, so he used his battle consciousness to kill his time. This was the only thought he had left in his life.

Therefore, Xiang Nan didn't intend to really guide him. Otherwise, if he didn't even have this thought, then the meaning of living would be gone. Perhaps he would be satisfied with himself.

The belief brought by martial arts is strong, and it is very common to lose one's purpose, commit suicide or abandon oneself halfway.

Xiang Nan had seen this kind of thing a long time ago.

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