The voice of the red-robed old man sounded in the venue:
"Qingyang Prefecture Fang Han, win."
The moment the words fell, a huge uproar broke out in the audience!
"Fang Han...Fang Han wins!"
"It's really a series of twists and turns. First, Zhen Feixuan showed a combat power comparable to Break Three Passes, and then Fang Han also showed a combat power comparable to Break Three Passes, and finally won!"
"The combat power spans six entire small realms, comparable to Break Three Passes warrior... This is simply unheard of!"
"Looking at all previous Martial Arts Tournaments, there is no one with such amazing talent and beauty!"
Third Prince Chu Yuanchen looked at the figure of Fang Han, with deep amazement in his warm eyes.
He spoke slowly, his voice low and solemn:
"This son's Sword Technique accomplishments are truly breathtaking."
Fifth Prince Chu Yuanhao leaned back on the chair, stopped tapping the armrest with his fingers, and said with a rare seriousness in his voice:
"In three years, from Subordinate Ninth Rank to Second Grade Late Stage, the combat power has spanned six small realms... If such a person was cultivated in Overlord-Level Faction, what would he be like now?"
Seventh Princess Chu Qingyi did not speak immediately.
Her clear eyes looked at the back of Fang Han as he walked off the stage. After a long time, she spoke softly, as softly as if she was talking to herself:
"What a remarkable person he has become."
The battle between Fang Han and Zhen Feixuan is already the last battle today. Fang Han walked out of the Combat Platform area, passed through the passage, and came to the side of the auditorium.
Luo Yuntian and Qingyang Prefecture, the younger generation with whom we have good relations, are already waiting there.
Luo Yuntian looked at Fang Han approaching, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but found that his throat was too dry to make a sound.
After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence, his voice hoarse:
"Senior Brother Fang, you actually have hidden strength..."
Liu Bai stood aside, his elegant face filled with indescribable sighs:
"Second Grade Late Stage, spanning six small realms... Brother Fang, in this battle today, you will definitely be famous as Imperial Capital!"
Mad Blade carried the giant knife and said nothing, but gave a thumbs up to Fang Han.
A faint smile appeared on Fang Han's face, but then it faded away.
He turned around and walked out of the venue with a few others.
Fang Han was walking at the front, looking forward, but his heart was not at peace.
Although he won Zhen Feixuan today, he knew that he might have reached the end.
Judging from today's battle between Qin Yuan, Lin Qingyin, and Chu Jinghong, the strength of the three of them is far above that of Zhen Feixuan.
Defeating Zhen Feixuan is already his current limit. No matter which one of the three he encounters tomorrow, he may have a hard time winning.
Day 9.
As the morning light began to shine through, the entire venue was already filled with a surging crowd of people.
The 100,000-seat auditorium was packed, and even both sides of the aisle were packed with people.
The noisy voices were like a virtual tsunami, hitting the sky above the venue one after another.
All eyes were focused on the 100-foot-square Combat Platform in the center of the venue, and the air was filled with an irrepressible excitement and expectation.
Today is the ninth round of battle.
Yesterday, Fang Han once again used Second Grade to defeat Zhen Feixuan of Mid First Grade, becoming the biggest dark horse of Martial Arts Tournament this year.
Today, Fang Han will encounter the three strongest people recognized by Martial Arts Tournament this year.
Many people are curious whether Fang Han can create another miracle.
"The first game, Fang Han versus Qin Yuan."
The red-robed old man announced.
Fang Han boarded Combat Platform, Qin Yuan dodged and appeared on Combat Platform.
Dark Gold's elegant outfit glowed with restrained luster in the morning light, with a long knife hanging from his waist, his hands folded across his chest, and his expression as calm as water.
Those deep eyes looked at Fang Han, who was walking slowly, with no contempt or arrogance, only a bottomless calmness.
Fang Han stood still on the stage, facing Qin Yuan from a distance of ten feet apart.
His hand pressed on the Cloudsplitter Sword sword hilt at his waist, his eyes were as calm as water, and <Azure Profound Art>Internal Qi was quietly flowing in his body.
The old man in red robes glanced at the two figures on the stage. His voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly above the noise of 100,000 people and reached everyone's ears:
"Start."
The moment the words fell--
Fang Han took the lead.
He knew that there was a huge gap between himself and Qin Yuan, and he could not wait until Qin Yuan made the first move, otherwise he would have no chance of winning.
The Internal Qi inside the body exploded without reservation, and the vigorous Internal Qi of Second Grade Late Stage and the physical strength of 300,000 kilograms were poured into Cloudsplitter Sword at the same time.
Wind Sword Intent was pushed to the extreme, and Perfection Realm's <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> was used with all its strength.
Cloudsplitter Sword Dark Cyan's sword body glowed with a deep brilliance, the sword light was like a rainbow, with the sharpness of tearing everything apart.
It turned into a green-gold shock that seemed to be able to penetrate the void, piercing Qin Yuan!
Wherever the sword blade passed, a dark crack that was several feet long split open in the air silently. The crack condensed but never dispersed, as if even the space itself was trembling slightly under the sword.
The fine dust on the countertop was picked up by Sword Qi, twisted into powder in mid-air, and dissipated invisible.
Before the sword wind arrived, the sharp sword pressure rushed out.
Windshock Sword, which can double his combat power, is inconvenient to use. This is already his strongest attack in the current situation.
Everyone in the audience's breath froze at this moment.
However--
Qin Yuan just drew the sword very casually and blocked the sword "lightly".
"Ding--"
A crisp sound, like the sound of jade chimes hitting each other, echoed in the venue.
The sound was not loud, but it penetrated the roar of the sword rainbow and reached everyone's ears clearly.
Fang Han I felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword body. The power was as condensed as substance, and it poured into the body along the arm with a crushing domineering force.
He groaned and involuntarily slid back several dozen feet.
Both feet plowed two deep marks on the white jade table.
He stabilized his body, the right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and there was a numbness in the tiger's mouth.
Looking down, he saw that the tiger's mouth had cracked open and blood was slowly dripping down the hilt of the sword.
As for Qin Yuan, he didn't even move his feet.
He raised his head, his deep eyes were as calm as water, without any emotion.
He spoke in a low voice, with a sense of recognition.
"With Second Grade Late Stage's cultivation, you can unleash combat power comparable to that of a Break Three Passes warrior. Your Sword Technique attainments are among the best among all previous Martial Arts Tournaments."
He paused, and finally there was a hint of seriousness in his voice.
"But, your cultivation limits you."
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
Take one step forward.
Just one step.
But the moment the step fell, the entire Combat Platform was shaking violently.
A Dark Gold's Saber Aura traversed the sky, carrying earth-shaking terrifying power, slashing straight towards Fang Han.
The power of this sword has surpassed the limit of the Break Three Passes warrior, and is directly catching up with the master!
The Saber Aura was as condensed as substance. When the blade passed by, the air emitted a series of harsh sonic booms, and the light above the entire Combat Platform seemed to be swallowed up by the knife.
Fang Han's pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried his best to hold Cloudsplitter Sword in front of him, pouring all his Internal Qi and physical strength into it, trying to block the knife.
However--
Useless.
The moment Saber Aura collided with Cloudsplitter Sword, an indescribable terrifying force burst out.
Fang Han only felt an overwhelmed cry from Cloudsplitter Sword in his hand. The whole arm went numb instantly, the tiger's mouth completely collapsed, and blood spattered.
He flew upside down like a kite with its string cut off, hit the table dozens of feet away, and rolled several times before barely stopping.
"Pfft--"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, staining the front of his white robe red.
After receiving the impact, Cloudsplitter Sword flew out of his hand and fell on the table several feet away, the sword body buzzing and trembling.
"I lost!"
Fang Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and got up, looking up at Qin Yuan.
Although he knew that his chances of winning were slim, he still felt quite unwilling when he actually lost.
This is the first time he has failed so miserably since he obtained Talent Amplification System Panel.
However, he is not giving up on himself. Not only is the opponent a very talented person, he is also several years older than him. It is normal for him to be stronger than him.
He is confident that with his cultivation speed, he will soon be able to catch up or even surpass his opponent.
"Qin Yuan, win."
The red-robed old man's voice sounded calmly.
In the auditorium, there was a moment of dead silence.
Immediately—a roar of discussion erupted!
"Fang Han... lost!"
"Finally defeated! If I let him win again, my heart won't be able to bear it!"
"Yes, from the first round all the way to the semi-finals, even Mid First Grade's Zhen Feixuan was defeated by him..."
The combat power unleashed by Qin Yuan has surpassed Break Three Passes, chasing the Grandmaster...Fang Han lost unjustly!"
"In terms of martial arts attainments, Fang Han will definitely not lose to Qin Yuan, and is even stronger than Qin Yuan. Unfortunately, his cultivation level is just a bit inferior!"
On the audience stage, Third Prince Chu Yuanchen looked at Fang Han who was slowly standing up and said.
"Fang Han is proud to be defeated."
Fifth Prince Chu Yuanhao leaned on the back of the chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, with a hint of admiration in his voice:
"With the cultivation level of Second Grade Late Stage, he crossed six small realms and exploded with combat power comparable to that of Break Three Passes warrior. This achievement is enough to be recorded in the history of Martial Arts Tournament."
Seventh Princess Chu Qingyi said nothing, but looked at the back of Fang Han as he walked off the stage, with curiosity in his clear eyes.
Fang Han walked down Combat Platform but did not leave immediately. After all, there was still an extremely exciting battle ahead.
The voice of the red-robed old man sounded in the venue:
"The second game, Skybillow Prefecture Lin Qingyin, versus, Cangwu Prefecture Chu Jinghong."
The moment the words fell, the audience burst into cheers and discussions.
What is about to begin at this moment is the battle between Martial Arts Tournament, the two people recognized as the strongest this year - Lin Qingyin and Chu Jinghong.
Who is stronger between the two?
Their sense of anticipation and curiosity was stronger than the previous battle.
Lin Qingyin was the first to take the stage. Her green outfit outlined her slim and tall figure in the morning light. Her long black hair was casually pulled up with jade hairpins, with a few strands of hair hanging down by her ears.
She walked calmly, looked calm, and looked at Chu Jinghong, who was walking slowly opposite.
Chu Jinghong also appeared on the stage, her moon-white robes fluttering slightly in the wind.
Plain Longsword hung from the waist, with a cold face, and in those calm eyes, it seemed that there was only heaven and earth and the sword in his hand.
The two stood still on the stage, facing each other dozens of feet apart.
"Please."
Lin Qingyin nodded slightly, his voice was elegant and calm.
"Please."
Chu Jinghong also nodded, his voice equally cold.
The red-robed old man glanced at the two people on the stage, retreated to the edge of the high platform, and said in a calm voice:
"Start."