Chapter 116: Sinister and Powerful (First update, seeking monthly tickets!)
"How's this kid?"
At the last and highest edge of the stands, two boys around eighteen years old leaned lazily against the railing, looking down at the arena. When Chen Huan killed his opponent in seconds, one of the boys narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.
This young man was slender and of ordinary appearance, and the same luxurious silver clothing on him did not show any luxury, but rather like a small hotel. This appearance, breath, and dress were absolutely the kind that would be drowned out in the crowd. Because even his eyes were very ordinary. There was no hint of a master's aura. However, the mark and color on his right chest proved his identity, Xuanwu Empire Xinxiu Hall Five Great Halls, White Tiger Hall First Disciple.
"It's just so-so, maybe I can match up to my level from two years ago... What, are you interested?" Another handsome and refined young man said lazily. The emblem on the chest of this youth and its color made it clear that he was the chief senior disciple of Qinglong Hall.
"It's not even worth mentioning, the boundary is too poor. However, I do want to see his flying knife skills and what kind of mystery they hold..." The ordinary young man slightly furrowed his brow, narrowing his eyes as he spoke, and even he couldn't determine what kind of profundity Chen Huan's astonishingly beautiful one knife contained.
"You've lost your chance. The fourth group's winner should be 'Yin' Feng Han, and they might still have a chance to become our opponents... This time the vassal states' strength is indeed considerable. It seems we also need to take them a bit more seriously..."
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Ding ding ding! Boom boom boom!
Mo Yu Yi finally took the stage, his opponent being a third-class Martial Emperor from the Da Qian Kingdom. Upon seeing Mo Yu Yi's information as only a first-class Martial Emperor, this guy's confidence surged and he intended to kill Mo Yu Yi with one sword strike.
But as soon as he took the stage, Mo Yu's sword intent, which was unmatched and unparalleled, burst forth, taking absolute control with just one move. His sword strikes were sharp and piercing, leaving his opponent in a completely passive state.
It was only the ninth-grade sword technique, "Heartless Sword", that in Mo Yu's hand, it became truly ruthless. But although the third-rank Martial Emperor was completely suppressed, his majestic yuan force far surpassed Mo Yu, so this guy had no intention of admitting defeat at all. He believed that as long as he persisted for a few more minutes, when Mo Yu's fierce and unmatched sword moves were exhausted, it would be his turn to counterattack!
But...
"Die!"
Buzz!
Mo Yu Yi, who had always been at a disadvantage in terms of yuan force, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the large sword in his hand emitted a short hum, a dazzling golden light flashed out, and a fierce and unmatched energy actually appeared in Mo Yu Yi's sword, swift as lightning!
Pffft! Boom!
One sword pierced the air, and with a sudden twist, a blood-soaked human head rolled out from the neck of that third-rank Martial Emperor, a thick and large blood arrow shot up to a height of one zhang, filling the sky with bloody mist...
Mo Yu Yi stood proudly on the stage, his sword held high, as he gently wiped the blood from its blade with a snow-white handkerchief. The crowd watched in awe as his eyes shone with a warm and gentle light. In reality, his sword would not have been stained with blood after a single strike to the throat, but the brutal battle had driven Mo Yu Yi to use an even more ruthless method, beheading his opponent despite knowing it was unnecessary.
Even more visually stunning than Chen Huan's shocking and beautiful one move!
Gently wiping the large sword clean, Mo Yu Yi returned his sword to its scabbard and flew back to the viewing platform with a cold expression.
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When the last two matches of the first round were left, He Lian Wu Zi, No. 30 in Group 9, finally took the stage. He Lian Wu Zi was a third-grade Martial Emperor, while his opponent was only a second-grade Martial Emperor. Without using any of the Five Elements' energy, He Lian Wu Zi easily slapped his opponent out of the arena with one palm, severely injuring him.
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After the first round, only nine people were left in the Zhongyuan Kingdom: Dongfang Jian, Zhao Yunlong, Baili Xi, Dongfang Jun, Zhao Yunfei, Baili Yan, Chen Hao, Mo Yu Yi and He Lian Wuzi.
After a brief rest of one minute, the second round began directly. The order of appearance remained the same as in the group and number sequence.
In the second round, after it started, the battles became even more brutal. However, the mortality rate decreased somewhat. Because some disciples would directly choose to admit defeat when they encountered opponents with a huge gap in their cultivation levels.
In the first eight rounds, Hui Minghao, Dongfang Jian and other eight top players did not make a move, but obtained the qualification to advance to the third round.
Zhao Yunlong, Baili Xi, Dongfang Jun, Zhao Yunfei and Baili Yan advanced again. Baili Yan encountered the fifth-grade Martial Emperor, with the same boundary as him, and their combat strength was equal. He won a bitter victory, but suffered heavy injuries. Although he advanced, he will definitely not be able to participate in the next round of competition.
Zhaoyun Long and Baili Xi were the top disciples of the two major temples, easily winning and severely injuring their opponents. However, it was nothing special. But Dongfang Jun and Zhaoyun Fei showed astonishing strength in this match, killing all their same-level fifth-grade Martial Emperors.
But even so, neither Zhao Yunfei nor Dongfang Jun had the arrogance they once had on their faces. Especially Dongfang Jun, when he saw Chen Huan's stunning one-knife kill of the Sixth-Rank Martial Emperor, although he didn't want to admit it, but he was clear that he was not Chen Huan's opponent at all.
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"Please welcome on stage No. 23 of Town Yuan Kingdom, Chen Hao, and No. 25 of Da Dian Kingdom, Meng Fei."
Number 24 has been killed by Chen Hao, and this time his opponent is Meng Fei, the fifth-grade martial emperor who won the previous round. Before this round started, everyone could predict who their opponents would be. In the previous round, each group was a consecutive number match, with one winner and one loser eliminated. This round, Chen Hao's opponent is the winner of the next group, Number 25.
Chen Hao had just taken the stage, but then retreated again. No way, the opponent directly chose to admit defeat. It was clear that he was intimidated by Chen Hao's stunning one-hit kill and had no way to break through it.
This round, Mo Yu Yi and He Lian Wu Zi were not in good luck. Mo Yu Yi's opponent was a 5th rank Martial Emperor from the Da Qian Kingdom, while He Lian Wu Zi's opponent was a 6th rank Martial Emperor from the Da Dian Kingdom. The gap in their cultivation realms was too great, so under Chen Huan and Huang Qi's suggestion, they chose to admit defeat directly. Otherwise, it would have been possible for them to be killed by their opponents.
At the start of the third round, only Dongfang Jian, Zhao Yunlong, Baili Xi, Dongfang Jun, Zhao Yunfei and Chen Hao remained. Baili Yan was severely injured and unable to compete. Each group had only eight people left, one of whom was a bye promotion.
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"Junior brother, this time your opponent is Ruan Wanwan... are you confident?" Yun Feiyan looked at Fang Qing who had already recovered from the extreme-grade healing pill but still had a pale face and said to Chen Hao.
"There is." Chen Hao said calmly. Since he had set a goal for himself, there was no need to hide too much, anyway it would be seen soon enough.
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"Haha, Eighth-Rank Martial Emperor, I'll let the Crown Prince end your match...” Yi Minghao looked at the majestic youth in front of him, who was two meters tall and had a robust physique like a lion, and said with disdain, despite being a head shorter.
"Cut the crap! Let's get started!" The robust young man said with a serious expression but without any fear.
This is the third round of the first game. Míng Hào's opponent is 'Méng' Nán, a strong player ranked second in the Pure and Even Kingdom, one of the eight major kingdoms, whose strength is not inferior to that of the seeded players. At the age of 22, like Dōng Fāng Jiàn, Bǎi Lǐ Xī, and Zhào Yún Lóng, he has already participated in the Eight Nations New Star Competition twice, and this is his last chance.
Xing Minghao's record only showed that he was a sixth-grade martial emperor, but since he could become the chief disciple of the Great Dry Kingdom, 'Meng' didn't dare to underestimate him at all.
Bang!
'Meng' Nan took the initiative to attack, one foot kicked out, and a deep pit appeared on the hard rocky ground. His majestic body suddenly disappeared, and his speed was astonishing despite his size.
It seemed like a punch had slammed into Minghao's face.
Fist wind swept away, Ming Hao's face with a slight smile of disdain was blown away. When he saw him again, he was already ten feet away from Meng Nan's side, and even his posture and expression hadn't changed in the slightest.
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"So fast... How can this transformation be so fierce?"
"This reveals Ming Hao's sixth-grade Wu Emperor realm, yet he possesses such astonishing strength, absolutely a once-in-a-century genius..."
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"You look like a monster, but I didn't expect you to be quite fast. Unfortunately, in front of me, the Crown Prince, you're nothing. If you can just touch the hem of my robe, that's considered a win for you... I'll give you ten chances..." Yi Minghao said with his hands crossed over his chest, looking down on him with disdain.
Ming Hao's arrogant words left everyone stunned. Losing just because of a touch on the corner of his clothes? The other party was also an eighth-rank Martial Emperor!
This is simply naked contempt and humiliation!
Roar!
'Meng' Nan let out a beast-like roar, his speed suddenly surging again to an unbelievable level, the yuan force around him also reaching its peak, but what happened next shocked everyone.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes, four strokes...
Eight identical figures appeared around 'Meng' Nan in all directions.
"Second time, third time..."
Each figure spoke in unison, softly counting the number of times 'Meng' Nan was hit.
"This guy has grasped the wood attribute's 'nature' and derived the wind attribute's 'nature'..." Chen Hao gazed at the arena, his brow furrowed slightly. His powerful spiritual perception allowed him to catch a glimpse of Xí Mínghào's aura. The eight seemingly stationary silhouettes could be said to be real, each one true, because Xí Mínghào himself was moving at a terrifying speed, and every time he landed on one silhouette, he would have an extremely brief pause, allowing the afterimage to maintain his appearance. This was the ultimate technique "Shadow Shift", and being able to do it silently and stealthily was because he had merged into the realm of the wind, creating an illusion for everyone."
"Seven times... eight times..."
Yi Minghao's voice became increasingly disdainful.
'Meng' Nan was like a mad beast, using all his strength to constantly increase his speed, and even if he just touched the corner of his opponent's clothes, couldn't he do it himself?
Pfft!
What everyone did not expect was that when 'Meng' Nan and the others launched their ninth pursuit, a cold light suddenly appeared in front of 'Meng' Nan's eyes, flashing like lightning.
Most people hadn't even figured out what was happening when Meng's massive body seemed to lose control, rolling and shooting out a blood arrow that stained the arena and sky red.
"Idiot! As expected, you have strong limbs but a simple mind. I let you touch the hem of my robe, and yet you didn't even defend yourself......" Ming Hao's eight shadows merged into one, his white shirt spotless and pristine, as he lightly said a sentence that sent chills down everyone's spines.
The first update is here. Thank you very much everyone!
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