Chapter 37: Exploding Punch Zhang Long (Part 1)

  Bai Zhan He, who ranked sixth in the ranking tournament last year, has been stuck at the tenth level of martial arts for a whole year. Among those with tenth-level cultivation, his strength is absolutely top-notch and exceptional, an existence that surpasses the first-rate.

  However, with the same cultivation of Wudao Realm's tenth layer, Yang Dingjun was even more abnormal and stronger than him.

  The great achievement of the pure Yang skill, the thickness of the internal force, except for the pre-heavenly realm's master, no one can compare.

  Bai Zhan He is the most popular contestant competing for first place besides Yang Ding Jun, because he was ranked number 1, which in itself is proof of his strength.

  In the ninth round, Bai Zhanhe met Yang Dingjun and was defeated by him. Almost all of his fellow disciples had already regarded Yang Dingjun as this year's top outer door disciple.

  The moment Bai Zhanhe was knocked off the stage, the outer door disciples following Yang Dingjun suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.

  "Brother Yang is number one! Brother Yang is invincible!"

  "Brother Yang is number one! Brother Yang is invincible!"

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  The outer disciples cheering for Yang Dingjun are not like the outer disciples cheering for Xuan Tian. They are basically ordinary disciples below the 7th level of cultivation, but most of them are elite disciples above the 7th level of cultivation, and among them, there are also top-notch disciples with 10th-level cultivation.

  Yang Dingjun's face revealed a smile as he enjoyed the cheers and applause of his disciples.

  At the same time, Yang Dingjun's gaze fell on Xuantian below the stage, and a pair of sinister eyes appeared on his smiling face, staring at Xuantian with a sharp glare.

  Xuān Tiān's gaze was unwavering as he stared into the past, his eyes locking onto those of the other person like two swords meeting in mid-air, their sharpness unmatched.

  The cheers and applause under the stage lasted for dozens of rounds, and Yang Dingjun finally raised his arm. His disciples behind him, like a well-disciplined army, fell silent in an instant as soon as Yang Dingjun's arm was raised, and all sounds disappeared.

  Yang Dingjun's body leaped up, performing a perfect flip in mid-air, and landed on the ground below the stage.

  The ninth round's first match has ended, and next is the second match, which belongs to Xuan Tian and Zhang Long's battle.

  As early as March, the appointment between Xuantian and Zhang Long had spread throughout the outer gate. At that time, all the disciples of the outer gate took this appointment as a joke.

  However, three months later, as the ranking tournament progressed round after round, Xuan Tian's strength rose higher and higher in the eyes of his fellow disciples. Until now, in the eyes of the outer sect disciples, Xuan Tian and Zhang Long are already on the same level.

  The March appointment, which was originally laughed at by all the disciples, immediately became a point of interest for all the outer door disciples.

  The battle between Zhang Long and Xuan Tian seems to be more anticipated than the previous showdown between Yang Dingjun and Bai Zhanhe, with a more explosive scene.

  Xuantian and Zhang Long stepped onto the stage together. Instantly, the outer sect disciples who supported both of them began to shout loudly.

  "Brother Huang, you must win! Brother Huang, you must win!"

  "Master Zhang, promotion! Master Zhang, promotion!"

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  The shouting voices under the stage shook heaven and earth.

  On the stage, Xuantian and Zhang Long were oblivious to these shouts, their eyes fixed on each other, their attention focused on each other.

  Zhang Long's aura completely erupted, with a sharp energy like a sword on top of his head, shooting up into the sky, several tens of meters high, as straight as a sword and as sharp as a sword.

  Xuantian is no exception, at this point in the competition, a battle with Zhang Long is crucial.

  For Zhang Long, Xuan Tian naturally didn't just want to simply decide a winner or loser. Between the two of them, it wasn't just about competing in the ranking tournament, nor was it just about fulfilling their promise for March. More importantly, between their families, that irreconcilable conflict and hatred had already reached a boiling point, like water and fire.

  For Zhang Long, Xuan Tian has already generated a killing intent in his heart, but in the ranking competition, harming people's lives is absolutely prohibited. So, this match, killing Zhang Long is impossible, however, Xuan Tian will not easily defeat Zhang Long, but will give him a heavy blow.

  So, Xuan Tian no longer needs to be low-key, he must make a high-profile attack, with a strong attitude, and defeat Zhang Long in a crushing manner, on the stage, under the watchful eyes of everyone, thoroughly destroying his confidence.

  Zhang Long's mind was also turning like Xuan Tian, without any distinction.

  The only difference is that whoever wins the battle will achieve their heart's desire, and the other will be defeated.

  "Hehehe!"

  Looking at Xuan Tian, Zhang Long burst out laughing and said: "Huang Tian, you indeed didn't disappoint me, you persisted all the way until now, and finally fell into my hands. I've long said that your fate would be ended by me, and you indeed didn't disappoint me!"

  Xuantian snorted coldly and said calmly: "I'm afraid you're going to be thoroughly disappointed, the one who will be terminated is absolutely you."

  Zhang Long's face turned gloomy, and he said, "You dare to spout such arrogant words. You, a foreign-born mongrel, will not only be finished today, but soon your entire Huang family in Beimang County will also be finished. There is no place for you foreign-born mongrels in Beimang County. Huang Tian, I'll beat you like a dog today."

  Xuān Tiān's gaze suddenly became stern, with raging flames, vaguely, there were two sword shadows that appeared in the depths of his eyes. These sword shadows were extremely faint and small, not close to observation, difficult to detect.

  Xuān Tiān was enraged, just like last time. A ball of anger burned in his heart, with no way to vent it out, he wanted to keep practicing swordsmanship non-stop.

  Last time, Xuan Tian was practicing sword alone to vent his emotions. This time, however, he had a target for his outburst - Zhang Long.

  "Breaking Wind Style!"

  Xuantian's body suddenly burst forth, like a sharp arrow shooting forward. The sword light flashed, like a long rainbow in the sky. The cold snow sword stabbed out at an angle, its sharp sword light piercing through the air, and in an instant it had already reached Zhang Long's face.

  The dispute over words has become completely meaningless.

  Only through battle can one distinguish between strong and weak.

  Xuan Tian's heart was filled with raging flames, and he took the lead in making a move.

  Facing Zhang Long, Xuan Tian did not hold back his strength at all, but instead made up his mind to defeat him and used his true power. The first move he made was the "Pursuing Wind Nine Swords" created based on the Pursuing Wind Swordsmanship.

  As Xuan Tian's sword pierced out, space shattered and two air currents suddenly appeared. The shadow of Xuan Tian's sword flickered back and forth in the two air currents, making it impossible to tell where this sword came from.

  "Chasing Wind Nine Swords", Xuan Tian only used the sword scabbard to deal with Fan Hong, and came back and forth, using only two moves, "Breaking Wind Style" and "Crazy Wind Style".

  In the following rounds of fighting, Hanshuang Sword had already been unsheathed, and Xuantiandu only used the Wind Chasing Sword Technique.

  Xuān Tiān's sword technique was extraordinary and subtle, the mid-grade Yellow Boundary's Wind Chasing Sword Technique in his hands was not one bit weaker than a high-grade Yellow Boundary sword technique.

  Wind Chasing Nine Swords is a self-created top-grade sword technique of Xuan Tian, reaching the realm of Dharma Wheel, not only transcending the ordinary, but also returning to simplicity and truth. Every casual sword move contains infinite power and potential.

  Xuantian Envoy unleashed the Pursuing Wind Nine Swords, its power surpassing all yellow-grade top-tier sword techniques, and was infinitely close to Xuan-grade sword techniques.

  The first move is called "Breaking Wind Style", Xuan Tian's swordsmanship is overbearing, swift, mysterious, sharp, fleeting and agile.

  This is Xuantian bringing out his true skills, a full-force strike.

  Xuantian's sword move is not a sword technique of the Tianshen Sect.

  This sword, the outer sect elder on the viewing platform revealed a look of surprise in his eyes.

  This sword move made the master of the outer hall on the building's upper floor reveal a look of surprise in his eyes.

  This sword move surprised both the white-haired old man on the opposite mountain peak and Ling Xingyue.

  This sword move made Bai Zhanhe, Yang Dingjun and other top-notch disciples reveal a look of surprise in their eyes.

  This sword move made all the outer sect disciples stare with wide eyes. To them, this sword move was profound and mysterious, like a stroke of divine inspiration.

  This sword, Fan Hong's heart was trembling: "It was this move that I lost to, at that time Huang Tian's sword had not left its scabbard and I could already withstand it no longer. Now the sword has left its scabbard, I can't even block one sword."

  A sword out of its scabbard, with a Breaking Wind style, compared to a sword in its scabbard, with a Breaking Wind style, is it not ten times more fierce?

  That sharp and overbearing sword momentum makes people suffocate, that cunning, ethereal, and agile sword momentum makes people's eyes dazzle.

  Zhang Long faced Xuan Tian's attack head-on, and more than anyone else, he could feel the terror of this sword, its profound mystery.

  Bang bang bang bang bang!

  Zhang Long retreated, retreating a full five steps. The sword light in his hand burst forth, and with one horizontal stroke, he barely managed to block Xuan Tian's attack with a loud clang.

  The first sword, Zhang Long had already retreated five steps.

  But this is just the beginning.

  "Stormy weather."

  Xuantian's sword momentum suddenly became a hundred times stronger, and in an instant, countless swords shot out. One sword transformed into a hundred swords, the sword shadows layered and not uniform, but rather overlapping, with some in front and others behind, like ripples in the wind. The sword momentum overlapped, one layer covering another, pressing down on Zhang Long.

  "Heavens! Is this really Senior Yellow Heaven's true strength?"

  "Even Zhang Long was forced to retreat repeatedly by him. Huang Tian, you almost have the strength to compete with Yang for first place."

  "Hiss, hiss, only eightfold cultivation, yet such strength, this situation, I've heard it's only happened three years ago when Chu Feng appeared."

  "Huang Tian Shixiong is hiding too deeply, the ones in front like Lin Wuying, Li Yichang, Liang Zhong and Du Wenke, these shixiongs may have top ten strength, but they are not even Huang Tian Shixiong's opponents."

  "Yes, if Huang Tian were to burst out with such strength early on, he would definitely be able to defeat his previous opponents as easily as cutting through dry wood."

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  The outer door disciples exclaimed one after another, and Xuan Tian's image in the hearts of the outer door disciples was once again high and mighty, almost reaching the level of Yang Dingjun, the invincible number one of the outer door.

  Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong...

  A series of sounds, crackling and popping, rose up. Xuántiān's sword momentum was strong, but Zhāng Lóng wasn't ordinary goods either. Although his eyes were shocked, however, the steps under his feet retreated one after another, and the second sword wind wave was also blocked by him.

  "Kaze no Katachi."

  Xuantian's sword momentum changed again, not only did one sword turn into a hundred swords, but it also turned from a hundred swords to countless swords. The sword momentum transformed from a wave of wind to a crazy storm that covered the sky and earth.

  Xuantian's body and sword intent merged perfectly together, his entire person was only a fleeting shadow, appearing and disappearing in the midst of the raging wind.

  Clang...... Bang!

  A crisp sound of metal clashing was followed by a tight pull, and then another loud "slap" sound came.

  Zhang Long blocked Xuan Tian's sword, but was unable to dodge the slap that came from Xuan Tian's other hand. With a loud "slap", Zhang Long's body flew up into the air, and a bright red palm print appeared on his face.

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