"The rules are wheel battles. Each side sends one person to the field. The winner stays and the loser leaves, until all five players on one side are defeated!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the venue instantly became tense.
The first game was a showdown between two sects with deep grievances, which undoubtedly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.
Azure Profound Sect Here, Chen Xuan Elder glanced at the five Fang Han people, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Shi Meng, you take the lead."
"Yes, Elder!"
Shi Meng roared low, with no fear on his face, but eager to try.
He stamped his feet suddenly, and his strong body rose from the ground like a cannonball, landing heavily on the ring with a muffled "dong" sound, demonstrating his powerful strength.
In the direction of the Nether Pavilion, a disciple with a stern face jumped onto the ring. This man was tall and thin, his eyes locked on Shi Meng like poisonous snakes, and he held a pair of short thorns with a cold luster in his hands.
This is Yin Bin, the fifth ranked disciple of the Nether Pavilion's new Beginner stage.
When the referee saw this, he said nothing and waved his arm.
"The competition begins!"
"Boom--!"
Shi Meng took a deep breath, the muscles all over his body flexed, and with a low shout, he rushed towards his opponent like a bull.
His boxing skills were unparalleled, his fists were swung with gusts of evil wind, and his moves were wide open and closed, going straight forward.
Punch Yin Bin from the front.
"Whoosh!"
Yin Bin knew that Shi Meng was strong, so he didn't fight hard, and his body moved like a ghost, avoiding Shi Meng's fist.
A pair of short thorns are like poisonous snakes spitting messages, stabbing Shi Meng from the side.
The thorn tips cut through the air, making a "chichi" sound, revealing a sinister and vicious tone.
"Dang--"
Shi Meng's hair stood on end, he turned around quickly and blocked the incoming stab with his fist.
"Whoosh!"
Without meritorious deeds, Yin Bin was not fond of fighting and retreated with one blow.
In the arena, Shi Meng's offensive was overwhelming.
Yin Bin relied on Body Movement's flexibility to avoid Shi Meng's attacks one after another, trying to find a chance to win.
However, Yin Bin obviously overestimates his own Body Movement and underestimates Shi Meng's boxing skills.
After dozens of moves, Shi Meng caught a moment when Yin Bin was slightly stagnant in breathing, and punched away Yin Bin's short stab.
Another punch drove straight in, hitting Yin Bin's chest like a heavy cannon.
This punch contained the powerful Internal Qi that was very close to his Ninth Grade in the later stage of Grade Eight. The punch was so violent that if it hit, the muscles and bones would be broken and serious injuries would be inevitable.
Yin Bin's face changed drastically, and it was too late to dodge.
At this critical moment, a figure flew between the two of them like light smoke.
It's referee Xuan Yuanjing!
I saw the sleeves of his robe flicking lightly, and a soft but irresistible force came out, accurately placed on Shi Meng's wrist, directing his violent punches to one side.
At the same time, he made a virtual press with his other hand and sent Yin Bin a few steps backward, neutralizing the fatal blow.
"Azure Profound Sect Shi Meng wins."
Xuan Yuanjing announced the result.
Shi Meng stood up with his fists closed, bowed his hands to the referee, and looked towards the Nether Pavilion camp with burning eyes.
Yin Bin looked ugly and retreated angrily.
"Trash."
In the direction of the Nether Pavilion, a figure walked out and stepped onto the ring.
The moment he passed by Yin Bin, he scolded him unceremoniously, causing the latter's expression to change, but he didn't dare to take offense.
This figure is none other than Mo Yuan!
"The competition begins."
Seeing Mo Yuan on the stage, Xuan Yuanjing announced.
"Take action. If you don't take action, you won't even have a chance to take action later!"
Mo Yuan looked contemptuously, and said with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Arrogant!"
Shi Meng was furious when he heard this. After all, he was the fifth disciple among the Azure Profound Sect's new Beginner stage disciples, but he was so despised.
He shouted loudly and punched fiercely.
However, Mo Yuan did not dodge. He let out a low drink, and the aura around his body suddenly exploded, reaching Eighth-rank early stage!
After he was defeated by Fang Han, he realized his shame and gained courage and broke through the bottleneck, from Ninth-rank late stage to Eighth-rank early stage.
I saw the dim light flowing above his fists, brazenly facing the iron fist of Shi Meng.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The fists collided with each other, and the energy overflowed.
After a series of punches, the Internal Qi wrapped around Shi Meng's fist was defeated, and a cold and vicious Internal Qi invaded, spreading along his arm.
Wherever he passed, his arms seemed to be frozen by ice and he completely lost consciousness.
"Not good!"
Seeing that this cold and vicious Internal Qi was about to invade his body along his arm, Shi Meng's expression changed drastically. If he allowed this cold and vicious Internal Qi to invade his body, he would be seriously injured.
At this moment, a hand was placed on Shi Meng's arm, and the cold and vicious Internal Qi that invaded Shi Meng's arm disappeared instantly like ice and snow encountering sunlight.
It was Xuan Yuanjing who took action to save Shi Meng, and his action also heralded the end of this competition.
"Nether Pavilion Mo Yuan wins."
Xuan Yuanjing announced.
Mo Yuan withdrew his gaze from Shi Meng and turned to Fang Han in the Azure Profound Sect camp, full of fighting spirit.
"Fang Han, come up and fight!"
Chen Xuan Elder was about to open his mouth to appoint Huang Ling'er to play. When he heard Mo Yuan's shout, he was slightly surprised. He turned his head to look at Fang Han beside him and asked.
"Fang Han, do you know this Mo Yuan?"
"Elder, when I was on a mission a month ago, I had a fight with Mo Yuan."
Facing Chen Xuan Elder's gaze, Fang Han nodded.
"In that case, in this case, you go ahead and handle it carefully."
Chen Xuan Elder A flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, he thought for a moment, then changed his mind and said to Fang Han.
"Yes."
Fang Han responded and stepped onto the ring with steady steps.
"Fang Han! I was defeated by you last time. Today, I will avenge my shame!"
Seeing Fang Han on the stage, Mo Yuan's eyes burst out with a fascinating light, showing both the desire to avenge his shame and a hint of indescribable solemnity.
"That depends on how much you have grown!"
Fang Han looked at Mo Yuan who was full of fighting spirit, his eyes were unmoved, he just slowly pulled out Azure Edge Sword from his waist, pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground, and said calmly.
No unnecessary pleasantries, the competition starts instantly!
"Boom--!"
Mo Yuan is well aware of Fang Han Body Movement's treachery, and attacks with all his strength as soon as he comes up.
Driven by Eighth-rank early stage's cultivation, his fists enveloped Fang Han like a violent storm.
The fist wind was scorching, sinister and powerful, covering a large area.
The intention was to suppress it with a strong attack, preventing Fang Han from having a chance to use Body Movement.
"Shua--!"
However, facing Mo Yuan's offensive, which was far more powerful than the last time, Fang Han did not use Body Movement as Mo Yuan expected.
He just moved his feet slightly, with simple and efficient steps. Azure Edge Sword in his hand turned into a cyan electric light, and Proficiency Realm level <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> suddenly unfolded.
"Tsk!"
The sword wind ripped Void Sundering's energy, and with an unstoppable "wind force", it cut into Mo Yuan's fist.
Mo Yuan's ferocious punch was defeated, and his body involuntarily retreated.
"How is that possible?!"
Mo Yuan took several steps back before regaining his balance, with incredible horror on his face.
He stared hard at the Azure Edge Sword in Fang Han's hand that was glowing with light cyan cold light, and his chest heaved violently.
The sword strike just now not only easily broke through his full-strength fist.
There was also an extremely concentrated tearing force that penetrated his body, causing his blood to boil, and his arms were still numb to this day.
"You also...Eighth-rank early stage?!"
Mo Yuan's voice had a tremor that he was not even aware of.
He originally thought that after he broke through to Eighth-rank early stage and his strength increased greatly, he would be able to avenge his past humiliation.
But he never expected that the other party, who had only entered Ninth-rank late stage for the first time, would also reach Eighth-rank early stage.
He didn't even use Body Movement. With just Sword Technique, he easily defused his fierce attack and even forced him to retreat.
This was completely different from what he expected. Instead of narrowing, the gap widened to a level that frightened him.
Fang Han's face was calm and his eyes were calm. He was not surprised by this result.
At sixteen times Root Bone Talent and Sword Art Talent Amplification, his cultivation and martial arts improvement speed cannot be compared to Mo Yuan.
"Your progress is not small, but unfortunately it is not enough."
Fang Han spoke lightly, but before he finished speaking, his body moved.
He did not use <Wind Shadow Step>, but just stepped forward normally, but the speed was astonishingly fast. Azure Edge Sword turned into a cyan electric light and pierced Mo Yuan's throat.
"Wind Momentum" was highly concentrated on the tip of the sword, emitting a harsh scream.
Mo Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the strong sense of crisis made his hair stand on end.
He roared wildly, and the darkness Internal Qi surged wildly in his fists, crossing them in front of him, trying to withstand the sword.
"Clang!"
The fists and swords intersected again, and a deafening sound erupted.
Mo Yuan felt an irresistible force coming from him, and his arms that were crossed to block were about to break in pain.
His body slid backwards uncontrollably, leaving two clear traces on the ground.
Before he could completely release his strength, Fang Han's second sword had already struck.
The sword light drew a strange arc, like catkins in the wind, erratic and cutting towards his ribs.
He reluctantly twisted his body and hurriedly hit the side of the sword with his right fist.
"Tsk!"
The sword edge passed by, and although it was deflected by the wind of the fist, it still opened a slit in his robe under his ribs. The cold Sword Qi almost penetrated his body, making him shiver.
The third sword, the fourth sword...
Fang Han's sword moves are not complicated, but they are fast, precise and extremely cruel.
Each sword directly points to the flaws and key points in Mo Yuan's moves, bringing out the essence of the word "Wind Splitting" to the fullest.
The sword wind roared, rolling up air currents in the field, completely covering Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan is in dire straits.
He has the same level of cultivation as Fang Han, but his martial arts skills are far inferior.
"Damn it! How could this happen?!"
Mo Yuan roared in his heart, full of humiliation and unwillingness.
He worked hard during this period of time and broke through Grade Eight. He thought he could avenge his shame, but he didn't expect it to be like this!
At the moment when Mo Yuan's mind was agitated--
Fang Han's eyes flashed, Azure Edge Sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, avoiding the defense of Mo Yuan's fists, and piercing it at an incredible angle.
The cold sword edge rested on Mo Yuan's neck.
The intense chill coming from the sword's edge made all Mo Yuan's movements freeze instantly.
He could clearly feel the cold touch of the sword blade against his skin, as well as the sharp Sword Qi contained within it that could explode at any time.
With just a flick of Fang Han's wrist, his body will be removed.